Synopsis: How much more can Jake endure before he reminds his lovely owner that she didn't adopt a cute, oversized cat... but a whole fucking lion?
w.c: 6.5k
Warnings!! unprotected p in v, dubcon, hybrid erotica, deflowerization, angry sex, dirty-talk, degradation, overstim, finger gag, nipple stim, oral sex f! receiver, fingering, breeding kink, restriction, dacryphilia. (dw Jake didn't fuck in THAT form)
note: just came across this pic of jake on pinterest (the eyeglasses one) so credits to the editor, tnx mwuah for the vision. Now here comes the lion hybrid!jake.
Have fun reading this before I admit I lowkey got a furry kink. And no, this story is not as tame as it looks. Please don't judge it by its cover. It's definitely not CUTE. Enjoy, weird ppl like me!
taglist: one nd only, @yuristhend. tysm for supporting, ily!! <3
Morphic Hybrid /mɔːrfɪk ˈhaɪbrɪd/ noun | A hybrid organism capable of shifting between two distinct biological states. The first is a Full Beast Form, which is anatomically identical to the animal counterpart. The second is a Partial Form, characterized by a human skeletal structure that permanently retains specific apex-predator traits, including feline ears, a muscular tail, and a heavily papillated tongue.
Most children grew up with the nostalgic scent of home, so familiar it starts clinging to their skin—fresh laundry, dinner simmering on the stove, sun-dried clothes and warm blankets, and the faint perfume of their mother's shampoo.
Yours, however, smelled different. It smelled... more alive.
Your nose had, after all, grown familiar with the many scents the world had to offer inside the hybrid facility. It ranged from heady, pungent ones like those synthetic rubbers and disinfectants found in the clinic and entryways, to the warm and musky scent of dogs overpowered by the sharp ammoniacal tang of feline litter boxes, and to the sweet, comforting smell of hay and wood shavings for rabbits and rodents residing the domestic animal quarters.
But what you loved most was the distinct musky and earthy scent that lingered in the wildlife and exotic zone—the section where you spent majority of your childhood days.
Growing up as a volunteer slash daughter of the founder, you had all the privilege to indulge in it. There you handled almost everything: from tamed mammals, to traumatized avian hybrids, to defensive wolves. The facility housed various classes, but it was the morphic hybrids that truly fascinated you—those capable of shifting fluidly between a full beast state and a partial human form. In fact, you met almost every tamed kind there could be—the loving dog hybrids, the bubbly rabbit ones. Yet, ironically for a child you were—your specialty had been.. the apex predators.
They are at the top of the food chain. Hunter, killer in every sense nature made them be. They can be volatile, ruthless, and all the danger people could name—yet they remained cared for by you. After all, you believe they were fostered for a reason; some were late to their instinct, some were no longer as strong, and some were just… plain victims, at least, that's majority of the case with your most favorite species among all—the lion hybrids.
King of the jungle they say, but it can't be helped if you always found yourself drawn to the weary softness hidden beneath their feral nature. Perhaps that was why your heart had always ached a little more for them than for the others. More so, that one of them was the one dearest to you—Apex 115 Jake.
He was barely a cub when the facility brought him in. Cold, weak, and on the verge of dying. Jake was almost a victim of pride infanticide, actively hunted down to be killed after a reign takeover amidst the messy politics in the Leonin world. At that age, morphic cubs like him are completely at the mercy of their wilder instincts, incapable of utilizing a human form to hide or survive. Fortunately for him though, he was found in the arms of a lioness who surrendered him to the hands of mankind for his salvation, which eventually led him to this facility by the rescue of your father.
That's when you entered his life.
When you first saw Jake, you remembered how weak and thin he was, but because of it you got even more drawn to him. Sick but still adorable with his perked, oversized lion ears that twitched at every sound. His long, expressive tail that whips back and forth whenever he's excited, and the way his luminous eyes with slitted pupils widen whenever he's in a particular mood.
Ever since then, the twelve year old you stayed up through the night carrying and bottle-feeding him—and it went on until he'd grown cub enough that the two of you can finally nuzzle underneath warm blankets, whispering cooes and comforts, and promises that he's safe in your arms, safe in the hybrid facility.
As he grew, you had the privilege of watching him step out of the beast wards and into a human routine. He forced his wild instincts into a human skeletal frame just so he could walk beside you through the facility gardens, holding books for you and listening intently to your stories. You taught him how to read human expressions, how to laugh quietly, and how to navigate a world that didn't rely on claws. Truly, you grew up side-by-side, sharing a bond so deep it blurred the lines between caretaker and family.
But, it wasn't forever—not long enough you’ve grown up preparing to be an adult too.
Jake, who aged up slightly faster than humans, was already in his late juvenile years when it happened. He vividly remembers the time you prepped to enter college—how your days with him switched to evenings full of entrance exam reviewers, how cuddles turned into your personal rest time, or the way you packed your bags for university abroad, and the way he had screamed and clawed at the enclosure gates, young voice cracking with a desperate, adolescent heartbreak as he watched you walk away.
The lion didn't know how to deal with the thought of permanently losing you.
Until eventually, he had learnt how to survive without you too. After your departure, Jake gradually entered his prime mane and was guaranteed freedom. Like the other morphics, he didn't need to practice being a wild hunter, instead, living in society meant he had to blend and master his shape-shifting. He had to learn how to perfectly tame his wild lion traits and dress a normal human behavior. In that world, Jake had studied, made friends, built skills and experiences, and tasted almost everything society had to offer. And with no one to control him and his urges, he knew how to be slightly rebellious. He had learnt how to party, mingle, and sex, and use his free will with no regards. To put short, Jake had learnt how to use his power and instinct and became the man he is.
But, beneath it all is still someone with grave longing. He could not help but occasionally come back to the hybrid facility, except he's no longer the cute, adorable cub that once homed there. Because visiting now was a powerful adult shifter—a capable man who could easily change from a tall, strong human into a massive, full-grown lion whenever he wanted. The Jake standing before them is now one with pride and conviction. Yet, despite his dangerous frame, his longer hair, and a gaze more predatory than ever, he suppressed all of that power just to curate the perfect image of softness. After all, despite how much he had changed, he still feels the same—he’s still the same Jake who loved you more than anything else in the world.
So, he frequently visited, all in hopes to see you again and make up for all the lost times with him. He did all that because you gave him something to hold on to—you promised to come back.
And sure you did—because five years later, your feet stepped in the facility's entryway again—because you too, loved Jake more than anything else in the world.
Except, your love for him didn't seem to measure the same depth he had for you.
The excitement of bringing him home to your apartment as a licensed foster lion was supposed to be a dream come true. But it looked like the universe had played a trick on the timeline. You had left a lanky, dependent lion in his juvenile years, only to return home to a fully matured apex predator.
But your brain couldn’t seem to update the software. To you, Jake was still the fragile cub who used to sleep curled around your neck. You still used that soft loving, cooing tone. You still patted his head like a tabby cat, completely blind to the way his broad shoulders had filled out, the way his jaw had hardened, or the way his luminous eyes darkled every time your gaze dipped. You completely failed to see the capable adult standing right in front of you—a man with two legs, a man who had successfully conquered his shifting biology to build an independent life in the real world. To your eyes, he was still just a facility rescue, entirely missing the fact that he had grown into a man with his own mind and maturity.
While you were still giving him the innocent affection of a childhood friend, Jake was looking at the new, soft curves of your body with the heavy, unblinking focus of a hunter who had finally found his mate.
He had held his breath for two months. He swallowed all the stain you left in his pride. He had tolerated the baby talk, the humiliating little head scratches, and the absolute denial of his masculinity. He had bided his time, letting the pressure cook under his skin until the seams were screaming to rip open. But it seemed you still could not get the message. You couldn't pick up on his cues, way too naive to realize he's no longer just a fucking cub or a kitten, but a whole lion with manliness and indecent urges. He hated how you couldn't see it.
Just like what's happening at this very moment.
The two of you were sprawled across the carpeted floor, your back resting against the edge of the couch seat, using it as support while you sat comfortably on the ground. Beside your legs lay Lion Jake on his stomach, and he reluctantly settled there by swallowing his dignity, acting like the ‘cute cat’ he thinks you preferred him be.
You're pampering him again, holding a brush loosely in your hand and drawing it through his fur again and again, the soft teeth gliding through his messy strands with slow patience. But each stroke only made Jake wince in annoyance. Each stroke forcefully lulls his mantra of holding himself back from completely snapping.
“You smell so good, baby..” you whispered softly, putting down the hairbrush on the coffee table and replacing it with your fingers instead. You play with each strand, running your tips until it reaches his scalp then scratching it like your usual massages.
Jake just grumbled in response. You noticed it, of course. But it came across to you as him demanding for more. Never really understanding the issue going on, you kept on doing just that.
Sigh, here you are with your unsolicited affection again.
I mean—he knows damn well how much you love him, and he loves you even more than that. Hell, he dropped everything he had just to be with you again—all the autonomy, the dreams, and opportunities? They all got thrown out the window the second you came back. He chose to sacrifice everything just so he can finally get closer to you, but who would've thought things would turn out like this?
He felt grateful that you took care of him, fed him, and pampered him to death—but it seemed it all catered for his lion form. A part of him felt jealous of another side of himself—he can't help but feel envy of his own other half.
Jake's heart could only clench at the thought that you can love him only as a pet, and never as the man he can be.
And the man he is, sometimes it's way too much especially with you around.
Your favorite part about having Jake in your home is the infinite cuddles you can get whenever and however you want. With his warm and thick body, you can't help but drown yourself in his embrace, just like the good old times. But right now, with his lying stomach position, you can only move on top of his back, palm pressing flat against the rock-hard, massive muscle as you climb.
Your fingers tangled with the dark, unruly locks framing his nape, trying to pet him like how owners do their cats. Lost in its texture, you leaned in and buried your face deep into the thick, heavy mass of hair. Only then did you realize how grown up Jake truly is, mane fully coarse now when it used to be the soft, downy fur he had when he was a cub. Gosh, you missed taking care of his little self.
You indulged yourself in his warmth and continued nuzzling, blindly rubbing your cheek against his body. Completely naive to the danger you're bringing to yourself with a lion around you. Jake hates how close you can be. More so, that he could smell the sweet, milky scent of your skin, and more than that, he could feel everything.
Fuck, he could even feel your tits pressing on his back. So fucking puffy and soft despite your sweater. Surely he can't blame himself for the way his cock starts to harden or the way his luminous eyes start to haze. He could only blame you.
Jake released a panted grunt beneath you, tails flicking hard and thumps faintly every time it hits the floor. You just chuckled, finding his small, subtle tantrums cute instead, stupidly thinking it's all because of your weight over him.
Well, it is and also the warmth of your skin and the way it makes everything worse. Despite all that, Jake just continued showing his displeasure the calm way, when internally, he's been giving you an ultimatum before he decided he's enough with all your teasing, treating everything about him unserious like he's just a fucking oversized cat.
He just let you do it. Letting the warmth of your body on top of him feed the heat simmering under his skin. And just as he thought it won't get any worse—you start cooing cringe names, moving your face closer as you begin showering his feline ear with tiny, wet, and hurried kisses.
That's it.
All those sweet but condescending pet names, that stupid mocking tone, and the wet kisses on his most sensitive spot—the ears—all made Jake's pupils completely dilate until his eyes were almost entirely black.
He let out a low, vibrating growl that rattled your chest, yet you just giggled, still oblivious to the danger. You even hugged him tighter, unconsciously grinding your front further, which made your tits press even harder into his back as you tried to reach around and scratch his chin.
“What's with the purr, Jakey?” you muttered between pecks, continuing your funny business like giving someone—fuck, a man this so much affection is something you take lightly. Jake felt completely bewildered.
Then you stood up, babbling something about giving him ‘treats’. How childish could you be? The lion only tracked your movements with his predatory gaze, not minding to take a breather. He watched as you padded innocently to the kitchen and stopped right before the cabinet embedded in the marble counter.
Fuck him. Now all he could do is to ogle at the sight of you leaning down to reach for the jar of treats, oh, and he doesn't care about that shit, instead he focused on the shape of your plump ass cheeks outlined by your tight and skimpy shorts. You're indeed dumb for wearing this when a man is under the same roof.
Or maybe, you forgot he's a man because you're wasting time with the stupid lion.
Jake never felt this hot before. Triggered by your kisses, innocence, stupidness, and the curves of your body, and the way your lips moved while talking to him about choosing between two types of treats—the moment seemed to blur, and that's when he realized he's just an animal, too. A lion with a primal instinct.
You want the lion? Fine, he'll give you.
All your antics quickly died down because in a swift, Jake got up and ran before pouncing into your standing form, quickly pinning you down on the tiled kitchen floor unguarded.
“Jake—!” you screamed, eyes widening in shock from how fast you suddenly went underneath him.
His lion figure hovers over you now as he stared at you with a complete predatory gaze you've never seen before. His luminous eyes were wide, but his slitted pupils had completely blown out into giant, pitch-black circles. It stripped away every ounce of familiarity, his stare totally soulless, dark, and hyper-focused entirely on your squirming frame beneath him.
“Do you think I'm fucking stupid?” He spoke humane despite his current beast form, while you continued to thrash your weak, useless hands to push him away. Your fist made contact with his abdomen but it seemed he didn't even falter, not when he's so strong, and you're just beneath him between his clawed paws.
“Stop. Squirming” Jake rumbled at your failed attempts, his tail now lashing back and forth violently against the floor, a clear sign of his agitation.
But you didn't listen, not when fear and panic is all you could feel while he looked at you like a real lion you failed to acknowledge past him being a pet. Indeed, on top of you is an animal that can be consumed with instincts despite the touch of being humane. You could only pray at the thought of being eaten by the same animal you raised. You can't die this way in his mercy. You have to fight, and you did.
But then he roared at your face, loud and scary, and you felt yourself freezing, limbs gliding back to their place down the floor as they weakened with your nervous state.
Jake watched your glossy eyes look at him with fear along with your body and lips shaking with every breath. You look so powerless now beneath him.
“A-are you mad?” you tried asking, but your voice is breaking with each syllable as your throat tightens.
Fuck, Jake hates how innocent you still looked while all he could think about are the indecent things he could do to you like this.
“Shut up.” He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours. And then his tongue—rough and slightly sandpapery, characteristic of a lion—licked a slow, deliberate path from your chin up to your cheek.
Shivered ran through you when you felt the textured sensation. Yet you can't do much more than tilting your head sideways to avoid it, your own fear trapping you inside your body.
“Don't worry. I won't eat you.” He continued licking you, tilted head only exposed the slant of your neck decorated by a slight sheen of sweat. Each glide of the rough muscle on your skin made you wince, “At least, not in the way you're thinking.”
And then with one fluid, predatory motion, Jake turned you around on your stomach, your cheeks pressed firm against the floor. You flinched at the impact.
“What—” before you could even process, a pair of hands slapped your ass, and the weight on top of you seemed to lighten a little bit.
He's in his human form now. One you haven't seen for long because you’ve always preferred the beast.
Jake pinned your crossed hands tightly on your back as he continued spanking you more in a row, each one just got harder than the last. You shrieked, not really understanding anything going on. You didn't get why he's hurting you, or why he's got that look on him.
“Did you really think I was just some kitten you could smother until you get tired of it?” spank.
“Did you really think the things you do don’t affect me at all?” another hard spank.
You cried out, not from the sting but from all the things he'd been saying. It's like realizing everything is a punishment for a sin you didn't even know you committed.
“Look at me.” Jake demanded, burying his fingers on your hair before taking a fist. Your head lifted as he pulled you upwards. And the sight that greeted you only made you shudder from fear. Jake in his human form, ears planed back in anger, only stared at you with a look you couldn't comprehend. It's all darkled with anger and something else.
“Am I not a fucking man?” He asked, not breaking eye contact with you. You could feel his ragged breath hitting your face. Way too close. “Answer me.” He held your hair tighter, tugging from your scalp.
“Yes, Jake—yes you are. Please!” You choked on your own spit. The ache made you beg for him to let go his grasp, and he did so slowly, and watched you lay down again in your weak state.
“Oh, so you know?” He spat out, tasting the bitter ache in his mouth. His hands returned to your still clothed ass and ran his palms on it, fingertips occasionally ghosting with the hem of your shorts.
You felt his gaze burning behind you, eyes obviously ogling at the sight—the shape of your ass and the way it's squirming between him, he continued doing just that before he went back to spanking it but now more gentler, then giving it a firm squeeze which made you whimper, “Why’d you play naive then, hmm?”
“Every single time we go to bed, what do you do?” He asked with a mocking tone, completely berating you. He didn't even wait for your reply, because in a swift, he leaned down over you, full body weight completely pressing your body into the floor now.
When he’s all laid, Jake quickly buried his face into your nape and gave it wet, tiny pecks as he continued running his hands to the shape of your hips. You could feel the warmth of his breath and the way his tail is flicking, brushing your legs.
“You wrap yourself around me, pressing your bare tits right into my back. And you just had to be wearing that thin little tank top. Is that how a decent woman behaves?"
You feel cornered with each question he drops. You couldn't say you were guilty. You didn't truly know. Not when all you've seen was the cub you loved so long.
“And that’s not all—those unnecessary kisses. Did you really think I couldn't feel a damn thing, huh?” His whisper is way too soft for the filthy choice words. You felt his hands sneaking under your sweater, massaging the plush of your torso. Then, as if he couldn't get enough, he went up further, fingers running the side of your waist back and forth like he's memorizing each of your curves.
“Climbing me like you're fucking stupid? What am I to you, an animal? a pet?” He's whispering with an underlying snarl now, pressing his fingers on your skin til it bruises, decorating it with faint red marks due to the firm friction he's causing.
“Am I not grown enough in your eyes?” You couldn't even respond, eyes closed shut with all the sensation you're feeling. You can't deny the heat he's causing to your body with every contact. “No?” He repeated asking.
“You—you are...” you finally processed his words and you never felt more hurried to reply in hopes he'll stop. But Jake chose to not listen. He won't stop either way.
“No. You really don't see it? Fine. I guess I’ll just have to force you to see it.”
Then he lifted his body from you now, sitting on his knees that traps you in between again. You felt his hands tug at the garter of your shorts, and you know already what it meant.
“Don't— wait! no no no..” You started squirming again. Limbs thrashing to stop his hands from completely stripping you bare. Jake just chuckled with precise cruelty, clearly not getting why would you bother fighting when it's all useless.
“Guess you don't like it this way.” and like the bastard he is, he ripped your shorts open in two instead, along with your panties.
“Please! No!” You really cried out of panic now. You felt your tears running down your cheeks while you shiver from the breeze of air brushing coldly on your bare skin.
It seemed he loved the sight before him with the way he stopped moving seconds long. Then you felt him smirking, continuing the way he played with you earlier, fingers ghosting your skin in a pattern. Then he suddenly crawled down, stopping right before your back, his face meeting the plush of your ass cheeks now. The warmth of his breath on your skin a stark contrast to the breeze.
You couldn't do anything with your position. Not when he's holding your legs firm to stop you from squirming again and closing your thighs.
Then, you felt his lips press on your ass. First one being too slow like he's cherishing the taste of his last meal. And he leaned back momentarily, before following it with quick, multiple pecks like he couldn't get enough.
“Please..just please, I'll treat you better now” you begged him. But the busy Jake didn't even halt a second. His kisses crawled further before burying his face to the gap of your thighs, reaching deeper. Then you felt him press his lips on your soft folds.
“No!” You choked out at the tingling sensation, yet he just chuckled before he stuck out his tongue. The papillated texture glides circular motion at the tissue of your entrance.
You can't help the whimper you let out, feeling the type of warmth so unfamiliar but so painfully good regardless. Your thighs stopped moving but your hands can't help but look for something to grasp firmly to anchor your shaking form.
He continues toying with your folds by flicking his tongue with rhythm while he's holding your thighs open. You trembled, the hands earlier now reaching out to your back to prevent him, fingers wrapping on his face to stop his licking.
Jake kissed his teeth in irritation before he crossed your wrist again with his other hand still holding your thighs. You tried to free and crawl away, but he quickly pulled you back anyway.
“Where you going?” He mocked your efforts to run, grabbing you by the waist and without warning, he bit your folds.
You jolted at the stinging sensation with the way his fangs dug out your thin skin, lips letting out a weak scream. You would've thought he felt guilty with the way he cooed you by crawling upwards again, his weight pressing you, firm chest hitting your back.
He pressed plump lips on your shoulder blades, eventually giving it open mouthed kisses. Then it ran elsewhere til it stopped in the side of your head, before he leaned down and nibbled your earlobes the loving way.
Yet it didn't calm you down, you just continued weeping. On the other hand, Jake didn't seem to be concerned, instead, he felt more driven by your tears. He ran his palms on your side again underneath your sweater. This time it didn't stop at your waist, it traveled further up till it made contact with your underboobs. Jake stopped for a moment taking a breather, before he wrapped his warm hands on it, giving a slight squeeze while his lips stayed planted on your ear.
A soft moan left you because of the sensation. He just chuckled at the way your body responded, fingertips now rubbing your puffy peaks while it started stiffening, he continued rolling it and deliberately pinched it when it finally hardened.
And it seemed not enough for him because he started grinding himself against your bare ass. You felt the warm, thick and heavy shaft snuggling between your folds, the tip can't help but dent itself in his pants with how hard it is, nudging right your clit.
While you moan, Jake drowned himself at the sensation as he continued rocking his hips forward and rolling, chasing the pleasure and your warmth. He bit his lips to stop himself and when it can't be muffled enough, he chose to bite your shoulders instead. Hands still rubbing your nipples with consistency.
The slick sound from your folds and the shifting of the fabric of his pants, mixed with both of your moans filled the room as he continued the rocking motion.
“Fuck. I could do this forever” Jake let out a groan, eyes squeezed shut as he focused himself in the friction. Getting faster and deeper with each roll of his hips, the fleshy head of his cock massaged your clit and entrance the best way.
You feel electricity run through your body, gradually building to a tingling sensation deep in your lower stomach. You could feel the knots everybody talked about and you just know, you're on your way to orgasm.
“More! More!” You shamelessly demanded, sanity overtaken by the amount of pleasure you're receiving. Jake, who loved the way you surrendered, obeyed your commands. This time he grinded deeper, deliberately focusing on your clit now. His hands tugging both your nipples.
“Shit. Oh my—Jake!” The hot rush of climax finally got you. You shook underneath him while he helped you ride out the high, teeth still digging your shoulders.
You felt weak and shaky after, eventually falling face down the kitchen floor as you gasped for air. Jake also stopped everything, the dent in his pants painted damp now. He came too.
“Be thankful I didn't fuck you in my lion form” He said in between his breath, shifting away on top of you to lay beside you instead. You didn't reply to his teasing, still dazed from your own orgasm.
Then he reached his hands on your face, brushing the strands of hair sticking on your tendrils due to the sweat. His eyes, the human ones, looked at you with softness. You didn't realize how handsome he truly looked until now.
Moments passed, then in the blink of an eye, he moved again, this time sitting on the floor as he leaned his back on the counter for support. He watched you, eventually pulling you upwards to sit with him.
You did, weakly so. Following him obediently, too fucked out to bother.
But you didn't realize what it all meant until Jake commanded you to sit on his lap, bare now and cock hard and free, the slit of his tip decorated with beads of precum.
When you finally processed everything, you shook your head hard to decline. But Jake didn't take it lightly, he won't stop until he gets what he wants and you've seen that with the way his eyes darkened again, ears twitching with annoyance.
“Strip that top.” you continued declining, but when he looked at you in a manner, you couldn't help but comply with fear. Your hands shakingly tugged your sweater as he tracked your movements. Only to focus his gaze on your tits getting slightly revealed with each upward pull of the hem.
Fuck, he's been feeling this pressing on his back for long, and he only touched it earlier, but now, it's all laid out for him.
“Play with it for me” He commanded further, you felt your blood rushed up to your cheeks with the humiliation. Yet, despite the shaking hands, you toyed with them. Own hands rubbing the peeks.
Jake quickly glided his hands on his cock as he watched your fingers doing the motion. The filthy scene all happening in the kitchen right behind the counter.
Then when he could no longer hold himself back, he stopped you by pulling you by the wrist, finally making you sit on his lap without listening to any of your soft declines.
You're now situated on top of him, legs wrapping that of lotus position as he held you by the waist, papillated tongue flicking on your tits presented right on his face like a gift.
You moaned at the feeling, the warmth and texture sopping your nipples together with the hardness of his pulsating cock nuzzling right under your thighs drove you to heaven.
He continued playing your tits with his mouth, tugging and gliding his tongue on it before pulling back with a wet pop sound only to do it in the other one. All the while he watched your face, brows furrowed and eyes shut from all the pleasure. Not like you can meet his eyes anyway, you're scared of the intensity.
Then he suddenly made you lean back, using his folded knees as a support as you lay on it. Your pussy pressed right into his cock now, and he played with it, nudging your clit with each sideway glide on your folds.
Jake gawked at the sight of you, head tilted backwards and willing to take anything he gave you. Fuck, he haven't kissed you yet—when truth was, it's all he could think about, all those innocent ways of claiming you instead of this filthiness. But what can he do? Not like he could blame himself. You're the culprit after all.
Then he reached out to your breast again, squeezing as he watched you jolt, abdomen raising and falling quickly with each pant. Yet despite all the details, it's your lips he’s getting more drawn in..
So he pulled your face, finally pressing his mouth on yours in a firm manner. His textured tongue surprised you, but it eventually went to fighting and knotting. You reciprocated, of course, lost in the feeling of his cock slicking your folds. Then while he bit your lips, you felt his fleshy tip press right into your entrance.
You squirmed, really unprepared. But Jake just held you firmly on your thighs. The kiss muffled your moan of denials as he entered his shaft slowly in your walls.
He gently rolled his hips, fingers rubbing your clit now to distract you from the pain. You are a virgin, he could smell it from you, and it's the second best scent he ever had in the world, following after your sweaty one.
When he felt your walls relaxed, he pulled a little before burying himself to the hilt again. You whimpered in his lips at the quick glide, feeling full to the bottom.
Jake just continued thrusting slowly, letting you get used to the feeling of his thick cock sliding your warm walls. This time, he can control himself and his hunger for pleasure. It seemed the kiss awakened the human in him. The way he realized it's the woman he loves most he's having sex with. Yes.
Eventually, the pace fell into a rhythm. He rolls and pulls, then enters again. Each thrust only made you moan while he played your tongue with his. Both of you pulled back for a breath. But his gaze stared at you with unblinking focus, awed by your messy, cockdrunk state.
Jake couldn't get enough, he needed to have more, see more, and feel more. So he pushed you to lay against his knees again. Legs further sprawled out wrapping his waist.
He pressed his fingers on your lips and you kissed it, tongue gliding at the thumb which made him groan before sliding it inside your mouth. But he didn't stop, he went further and further until he felt the dangling tissue at the back of your throat. You gagged and he only felt more troubled by it.
He started thrusting harder now, each press of his pelvis made your tits bounce upwards, and you cried out despite his finger on your throat.
“Fuck. You're so beautiful. My love” He spoke while hissing, feeling your walls envelope him like a warm hug. You're milking him dry.
He pulled out his hands from your mouth now and placed it on your waist instead. He leaned forward slightly, using your body as an anchor while he pistoned his cock in and out of you.
“Jake, please..” you moaned at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you, eventually getting thicker with each glide he made. Jake didn't reply, instead, he just buried his face between your neck and shoulders.
He showered it with open mouthed kisses, five, six, and many ones like it's the only way he can divert his pent up release and hold himself back. But he can't help it, not when your walls start to pull him in like a fucking vacuum.
“Fuck! I'm almost there!” He firmly rubbed your clit to elicit your orgasm first while he thrusted into you. Now all he could feel is the way your pussy clenched around him, and he didn't know if he'd be thankful for the way you're cumming first, or not because each clamp of your walls around him only made it harder to hold.
“Fuck—fuck, Jake. I'm—” You cried out, feeling it coming sooner and sooner. Your hands tug at his twitching ears to anchor yourself while you move.
Each thrust let out a slick sound in a row, your pelvis starts to hit each other now with the way both of you went hurried. Your hips quickly rocked back and forth on top of him, chasing your own release.
Then you finally did, burying your face on the crown of his head, grasp letting go his lion ears as you came. But it didn't end there, because it's Jake's turn now. He quickly wrapped his warm mouth on your tits to muffle his own groans. You shuddered, feeling overstimulated at the sensation, but you let him be.
He held your waist tightly, guiding you up and down in his cock in a deliberate manner. You could feel him pulsing inside you now, threatening for a release.
He pulled his mouth with a wet pop, looking at you with dazed eyes as your body bounced on top of him. Each thrust no longer burying deep in your walls, instead it all felt shallow as he only chased the friction.
“you want to take care of cubs that much?” He asked you between his pants.
But before you could even say no, Jake made two to three very quick and hard thrusts before burying himself to the hilt, and finally flooding your walls with his warm, thick cum.
He hissed as he rode out his high, hips still moving towards you to milk himself dry as he released all his load inside.
It took long minutes before both of you calmed down. Jake let your head lay on his shoulder, his fingers playing with the strands of your hair as he wrapped you in his embrace.
The evening turned romantic, but it's short lived when Jake suddenly kissed your ears, tails swaying playfully, and naughty smile painting his lips as he whispered,
𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 the AC and shower in your apartment stops working, you’re in desperate need of a way to cool down from the horrid temperatures. luckily for you, your sexy neighbor is more than happy to help you cool off during these times.
genre smut (lowkey vanilla as fuck, with a pinch of roughness at the end) ᖭི༏ᖫྀ featuring ╱ neighbor lee heeseung x fem! reader
cautions ❤︎ ─────── smut ( 18+ do not interact if you’re not 18 and over ), p in v sex, reader nearly passes out in the shower, brief heat exhaustion mention if you dig really deep.
𖥻 WORDCOUNT ◝ 1,307 not ─── ☁️proof read
of course on the hottest day of the year, your AC and shower decide to stop working. your apartment was too humid, you couldn’t bare staying in there any longer than you needed to.
you went out by the hallway, trying to contact maintenance—just in your luck, nobody answers. you reached out to the building’s manager, straight to voicemail. slowly yet surely you were losing hope.
the only thing keeping you cool at this point was the random, useless soda vending machine at the end of the hallway. sure it wasn’t much, but at least cool air was radiating from it.
your frustrated groans caused your end of the hall neighbor to come out of his space, leaning against the ice dispenser.
“having issues?” heeseung asks, watching you aggressively type on your cell phone.
“shit, you scared me.” you jump back. “yeah, my AC and shower stopped working. i have no where to cool off.”
heeseung laughs. “so you chose to hug the soda machine?” a brief pause before continuing. “why didn’t you just come knock on my door, i would’ve let you in.”
“well.. is that offer still on the table?” you question, wondering if it was a lie or not.
“of course the offer is still there. come on in.” heeseung leads you into his unit.
heeseung’s apartment unit was cool, the AC at full blast—it was in way better than the condition of your apartment. you sat on his couch, making yourself comfortable as heeseung gave you a glass of cold water.
“you mentioned your shower was broken, why don’t you use mine.” heeseung sits down, his body twists—pointing to the bathroom.
you remove your lips from the glass, lipstick staining its rim. “oh no it’s okay, i’ll wait for maintenance to come fix it.” you set the glass onto the table. “plus i didn’t bring any clothes with me.”
“that’s okay, you can just wear mine.”
the couch dips as heeseung gets back up, jogging into his bedroom to retrieve a pair of shorts and a t-shirt he doesn’t wear anymore. “let me know if you need anything.”
you thank him before standing up, and walking over to the bathroom. you leave the door open ajar, pealing off your sweat soaked clothes—and stepping into the cool water flowing out from the shower head.
the heat does start getting to you, a feeling of overheating hitting your system. you hold onto the shower walls, hoping in some way, this feeling will go away.
but it doesn’t, in fact, it only gets worse.
“heeseung.” you call out. “can you come in here?”
you hear the door handle being fumbled, signaling his presence. “everything okay?”
you lie. “yeah.. i just needed some company.”
“company? why didn’t you say so?” heeseung sits on the covered toilet seat. “so tell me about your day.”
you talk to him about the events of your day, attempting to recall as much as you could. your words became to slow down, becoming more and more incoherent. heeseung picks up on it, but he’s afraid to step in and ask.
“i lied. can you come in here with me. i don’t feel well.” you grip onto the shower wall tighter.
heeseung hesitates at first, but worries wash over him quickly as he heard less and less from you. he takes a deep breath, before pulling back the shower curtain slowly.
heeseung finds you in the corner of the shower, hands pressed onto the shower wall. once he enters, you grab his forearm, you also grab his now soaked shirt.
heeseung grabs your hips, holding you under the cold water. your vision blurs, barely making out his figure. heeseung uses his free hand to splash your face with the cool liquid.
after continuously splashing water against you, your vision becomes clear, you’re finally able to process what happened.
“oh god..” you look at him terrified. “that was awful.”
“scared me for a sec.” heeseung tries to catch his breath.
his arm reach out of the shower, grabbing the closest towel and wrapping it around your body. heeseung wasted no time carrying you to his bedroom, allowing you to sit. he grabs the glass of water resting on his bedside table, putting it to your lips.
“drink.” he quietly demands, not taking no for an answer.
you open your mouth and take a couple sips. heeseung sits beside you, still a bit shaken up from the previous event.
“i can give you some space.. if you want.” he gently brushes your damp hair out of your face.
“no. stay.” you grab onto his forearm, again.
heeseung’s mind is everywhere, quite frankly in the gutters. he has his hot neighbor sitting on his bed, only a towel around her body. she was holding onto him with everything she’s got.
you’re not doing any good either, half naked on your neighbors bed, a bit lightheaded from the heat—but wet from the thick tension between the two of you.
“okay, i’ll stay.” heeseung moves closer, his thigh now touching yours.
he doesn’t care that his comforter is now wet. all heeseung cared about is making sure you’re okay, and maybe getting that towel off of you.
“thank you for helping me in the shower.” you break the silence. “i probably would’ve fallen, or worse.”
“it’s no problem, i’m just glad i was there to help you.”
heeseung didn’t move, neither did you. in fact, all you wanted to do was pull him closer, and thank him for being there during a vulnerable moment.
you both looked at each other, hunger in both your eyes—in the way you both gripped onto each other. your hand was still on his forearm, this time only tighter. heeseung’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.
you lean in close, placing a small kiss on heeseung’s closed lips. your lips don’t part, in fact you’re only testing the waters, making sure you both want this.
that small kiss only made heeseung pull you closer. both his hands rest on your hips, pulling you into his lap. he kisses you, more passion, his hands roaming above the damp towel.
you kiss him like you’re hungry, tongue swirling with his, memorizing every muscle, all the movements you can. your hands wrap around his neck loosely, molding yourself onto his body.
heeseung’s frustration grows louder, tugging the towel off your body — tossing it onto the floor ever so carelessly. he doesn’t care where it lands, his skin just needs to touch yours.
his lips trail from yours, along your jaw, down your neck, down the valley of your tits. heeseung’s fingers toy with your nipples, lightly tugging on the skin, watching your reactions.
“heeseung..” you moan, breathing heavily.
“where do you want me, baby?” he asks, hand still cupping your tit.
you reach for his hand, guiding him to where you need him the most—in between your legs.
“fuck.” heeseung groans, rubbing your clit in circles. “you’re ready for me baby, aren’t you?”
you nod yes, encouraging him to rub you more. your back arches off the bed, hips rolling onto his hand. your hand reaches for his shorts, tugging at the material.
heeseung wastes no time, sliding his shorts down to his ankles. he gives himself a few strokes before sliding into you completely.
“you’re so fucking tight.” heeseung murmurs against your skin, his lips latching onto your neck as he thrusts into your pussy.
“harder..” you whine, just inches away from your upcoming orgasm.
the pace picks up, heeseung begins rutting into you. your back pushed into the mattress with every animalistic thrust, legs shaking as your orgasm washes over you.
heeseung’s seed pours deep inside you, a string of cum trickling out from your used hole as he pulls out. he plops beside you, panting for air.
“you know…you’re always welcome in my apartment.” heeseung chuckles, cleaning off your inner thigh.
“i am?” you lay your head on his chest, looking up at heeseung.
“most definitely, especially when you need to cool off.” heeseung caresses your back, pulling you close to him as you both sleep into a deep slumber.
notes ❤︎ ──── in honor of summer approaching, being nearly done with finals, and finally gaining an ounce of motivation to post. ignore how crappy the smut is, it’s been 3 months since i wrote smut TT
i apologize, dear. i archived it for now since the post was accidental, my bad. i realized i pressed scheduled on the draft so it got released earlier. 😭 anyway, it's coming soon as well so wait up! <3
elle’s thoughts ❀ hi! i’m playing around with different themes and formatting, so sorry if it’s been changing a lot. anyway, i hope you enjoy this little drabble :) there’s gonna be a part two of them actually getting caught, so click here for that.
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Jake felt like he was going to die.
At least, that’s what you thought when you saw the look spread across his face during dessert. You were at his parents’ house in Australia for the first time, surrounded by his extended family members who had gathered to celebrate Christmas. With Jake’s busy schedule as an idol, it was difficult to find time to visit his family, and you were both so glad to finally be there.
However, because of the large influx of people staying at his parents’ house, you and Jake had been forced to share a room with a few of his younger cousins, which put a damper on your very active sex life. Normally, Jake couldn’t keep his hands off of you, but now? He was lucky if he got the chance to hug you before getting pulled into some random task or game. He looked like the lack of sex was actually going to kill him.
You supposed that was how you ended up in the backyard of his parents house after dark, Jake pressing you against a large eucalyptus tree and kissing you like a man starved. Despite the sun having gone down, it was summer in Australia, meaning it was still incredibly hot outside. You were sweating profusely despite the thin dress you wore, and your steamy make out session with your boyfriend wasn’t helping at all.
You had been worried when Jake had pulled you outside, as you knew that anyone could walk out of the house and find you two there, but you knew how badly Jake needed this. How badly you needed it too.
“It’s been torture not being able to have you to myself,” Jake murmured against your lips between kisses. “I don’t know how I’m going to survive the next few days before we go home.”
He dove back in, reconnecting your lips. His tongue brushed along your top lip, and you opened your mouth to allow him inside. He explored your mouth with his tongue, a soft moan escaping him as he did so.
“What if someone sees us?” you asked against his lips.
“They won’t,” he responded, his hands desperately grasping your hips. “They’re watching a movie, and you can’t see outside from the house after dark.”
“You promise?”
Jake pulled back slightly, lust clouding his eyes. “Promise.”
“Okay, fine,” you moaned as his mouth made contact with the sensitive spot beneath your ear. “But you have to be quick.”
“It’s been so long since we’ve fucked that I’ll probably cum in less than a minute,” he mumbled, his lips ghosting over your neck. “Is that quick enough for you?”
You groaned in response as Jake’s hand found its way up your thigh. His fingers slipped under the skirt of your dress, and you let out a sharp inhale as his fingers grazed the wetness between your thighs.
“So wet already?” he asked, glancing up at you.
“Did you expect me not to be?” you huffed.
“Not that fast.”
“You’re not the only one who’s been missing sex, you know. Just looking at you makes me wet these days.”
Jake’s eyes flared, a look of possessive hunger flashing across his face before he dove back in. He littered your neck and collarbones with kisses, his fingers slowly rubbing over your clit through your panties. You let out a series of quiet sounds, your hands roaming up and down his back to feel as much of him as possible. It had been too long since you had been able to touch Jake like this, and you would take full advantage of it while you could.
“I wanna be inside you so bad, baby,” Jake said, his breath coming out in hot puffs against your skin.
“What’s stopping you?”
Jake raised his eyes to yours, and he only looked at you for a second before your hands found their way to his shorts, quickly undoing the button and zipper before pulling them down just far enough to release his aching cock. He shuddered as the warm evening air hit him, and he lowered his hand to pump himself a few times.
“I need you,” you whispered, connecting your lips with Jake’s hungrily. The ache between your legs was becoming unbearable, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait to be filled by your boyfriend. It no longer mattered to you where you were, or that anyone could find you. Every cell in your body was screaming for Jake, and your patience was wearing thin.
Jake released his cock, instead using his hand to grasp the back of your thigh. He lifted your leg up just enough to allow him to fit there, and he pushed your panties to the side before pressing his tip against your entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice wrecked with want.
“Yes,” you breathed, feeling yourself pulsing against his tip. “Please, Jake.”
This was all the encouragement he needed. He slowly slid his cock into your wet folds, and you both let out simultaneous moans as he filled you. Once he was buried to the hilt, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “I’m not gonna last very long.”
“It’s okay,” you said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you ran your hand through his soft hair. “We can always sneak out again later and do it again.”
Jake lifted his head, a devious smile spreading across his face. “I love the way you think, y/n. We might just have to.”
After a brief pause, Jake began to thrust slowly inside you, the sound of cicadas in the trees around you almost concealing the sharp breaths and wet noises of his cock sliding in and out of you.
“Feels s’ fuckin’ good,” Jake whimpered, his hand still tightly grasping the soft flesh of your thigh to keep it raised. The bark of the tree was digging into your skin with each thrust, but you didn’t care. The only sensation you could focus on was the delicious pleasure of Jake moving between your legs.
“Oh my god, Jake,” you said, throwing your head back as his thrusts grew faster. With every snap of his hips, he buried himself fully inside you, and you were utterly addicted to the feeling of being filled with each thrust. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, and you connected your lips with Jake’s, your hot breaths mingling with his as you swallowed his moans.
You were both growing sweatier by the moment, as the scorching summer night air pressing around you only combined with the rapid movements of your bodies rolling together. Jake’s hair was becoming more damp by the second, but you didn’t care. You were having the hottest sex of your life in every way possible.
“I’m getting close,” Jake whined, raising his free hand and bracing it on the trunk just behind your shoulder. With his other hand, he still grasped your leg, and you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow, but you didn’t care. Those bruises would serve as a reminder of just how desperately Jake had needed you, and just the thought turned you on more than you already were.
Jake squeezed his eyes shut, his length rubbing against the delicious spot inside you that had you seeing stars. With each wild buck of his hips, you let out a clipped moan, and you could tell that your obscene sounds were driving him even closer towards his release.
“I-I think I’m gonna c-cum with you,” you stuttered, pressing your forehead to Jake’s.
“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” he ground out. “I’m so close, baby. You’re getting me so close.”
You swore viciously as you felt your orgasm rising within you, and Jake could tell you were about to cum. He dropped his hand and began to furiously rub your clit, and that was all you needed. Your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy spasming around Jake’s cock. He immediately began to cum inside you with a loud cry, and he fell forward against you as he emptied his load deep inside.
For a moment, neither of you said anything. You were both trying to regain your breath after your outdoor encounter, and after a bit, Jake began to laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” you asked, a slow smile spreading across your face.
“I can’t believe we just did that, that’s all,” he panted, still inside you. He raised his head, looking at you with so much love and affection that you felt your heart swell. “And we’re gonna do it again later.”
You were about to respond when you heard the back door of the house open, and you both froze.
“Jake? Y/n? Are you guys out here?” his dad called.
Jake swore under his breath, quickly pulling out of you and zipping up his pants. You smoothed his hair, trying to make sure it looked as if you hadn’t just been running your hands through it.
“Yeah, we are,” Jake called. He stepped out from behind the tree, allowing you a moment to make yourself decent. “I was just showing her this huge tree. I was telling her all the stories about how we used to fight in the branches as kids.”
“Ah, good memories,” his dad chuckled. “Well, we’re about to put a movie on, and your cousins want you to join us.”
“Gotcha, we’ll be right there.” Jake flashed his world-famous smile at his dad, and you felt your heart flutter. “Gotta finish my story real quick.”
“Take your time, we’ll wait.”
After that, you heard the door close, and Jake slowly turned to look at you. You both burst out laughing.
“Do you think he heard us?” you asked.
“God, I hope not,” Jake laughed. He held out a hand for you. “C’mon, let’s go watch the movie. Then we can come out here for part two when everyone else goes to bed. Deal?”
the front door clicked shut behind you and you let out a soft sigh, kicking off your heels. the whole apartment smelled like warm garlic bread and creamy sauce, the kind that makes your tummy rumble in the best way.
heeseung’s gentle humming floated from the kitchen, that smooth voice wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.
you padded in and there he was—your beautiful husband, sleeves rolled up on his white button-up, pale blue apron hugging his slim waist. his dark hair looked a bit messy like he’d been running his fingers through it while tasting the food. when he turned around, his eyes lit up with those pretty crescents and he opened his arms right away.
“hi baby,” he said softly, pulling you into his chest. “long day? c’mere, i missed you.”
you melted against him, breathing in his clean scent mixed with dinner smells. his hand rubbed slow circles on your back while the other stroked your hair so gently.
heeseung always made everything feel softer. he chose this life with you—staying home, keeping things warm and lovely, cooking your favorites, and making sure you felt like the most cherished girl in the world every single night.
“yeah… but coming home to you fixes it all,” you whispered, nuzzling closer. your fingers played with the tie of his apron.
he kissed the top of your head. “good. i made that mushroom pasta you love, extra cheesy garlic bread too. go slip into something comfy while i finish up, princess. table’s almost set.”
you changed into your favorite silky pink slip, the one that felt like a whisper against your skin and hugged your curves so nicely.
when you came back heeseung’s gaze lingered, a little spark in his eyes, but he just smiled and pulled your chair out like always. candlelight danced between you as he served you first, making your plate look like it came from a fancy restaurant.
dinner was slow and sweet. he fed you little bites from his fork, his free hand resting high on your thigh under the table, thumb tracing soft patterns that made warmth bloom low in your belly.
you talked about your day—him listening so carefully, nodding, laughing at the silly parts, pressing tiny kisses to your knuckles every now and then. it felt so real, so warm, just the two of you in your little bubble.
“you’re spoiling me again,” you giggled, cheeks pink from the candlelight and his touches.
heeseung leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “that’s the plan, baby. want my pretty wife all relaxed and happy.” his voice had that low, velvety edge that always made your thighs press together.
after the plates were cleared he pulled you up into a deep kiss, hands sliding down your waist. his mouth moved slow and warm against yours, tasting faintly of the wine you’d shared. he walked you backward to the bedroom without breaking the kiss, like he couldn’t wait another second.
he laid you down on the soft sheets like you were made of glass, eyes full of adoration as he slipped the silky straps off your shoulders. every kiss he pressed to your skin felt like rose petals—your collarbones, the tops of your breasts, your tummy, the sensitive insides of your thighs.
when he reached your panties he looked up at you, eyes dark and hungry but so gentle.
“let me taste you first, hm? been thinking about this sweet pussy all day.”
you nodded, biting your lip as he peeled the lace down. he settled between your legs and the first slow lick made you whimper. his tongue was warm and flat, dragging up through your folds like he was savoring the prettiest dessert.
he hummed happily, the vibrations tingling through you, then circled your clit with soft, perfect little flicks. two long fingers slid inside so easily, curling gently against that spot that made sparkly stars burst behind your eyes.
“heeseung… oh—” your voice came out all breathy and sweet, fingers threading through his dark hair. he took his time, licking and sucking so lovingly, pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm that had your hips rolling up to meet his mouth.
everything felt pink and glowy, like your whole body was blushing. when your thighs started trembling he sucked a little harder on your clit and you came with a soft cry, waves of warm pleasure washing over you in pretty ripples.
he kissed his way back up your body, letting you taste yourself on his lips as he settled between your legs. his cock pressed against your thigh, hard and warm. you reached down to stroke him, loving how he groaned softly into your mouth.
“want you inside,” you whispered, guiding him closer. “please, hee… fill me up.”
he rubbed the flushed tip through your slick folds, teasing just enough to make you squirm, then pushed in slowly. the stretch was so good, so full, like your bodies were made to fit together.
he stayed still for a moment once he was all the way in, forehead pressed to yours, breathing the same air.
“fuck, baby… you feel like heaven,” he murmured, voice rough with love. then he started moving—deep, rolling thrusts that made your toes curl and little hearts float in your mind.
his fingers laced with yours, pinning your hand beside your head while his other hand held your hip, angling you just right so every stroke brushed that sweet spot inside.
the room filled with the softest, prettiest sounds—skin meeting skin, your breathy moans, his low groans. sweat made his hair stick to his forehead and he looked so gorgeous above you, eyes locked on your face like he wanted to remember every flutter of your lashes.
you squeezed around him and he moaned your name, hips snapping a little harder.
“that’s it… so good for me,” he praised between kisses to your neck. “taking every inch so pretty… my sweet girl.”
you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned, picking up the pace. the pleasure built again, all pink and sparkly, coiling tighter in your tummy. his hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing gentle circles on your clit until you were whimpering and shaking.
you came again with a soft sob, clenching around him so tightly it pushed him over the edge too. he buried himself deep and spilled inside you with a broken moan, hips twitching as warm pulses filled you up.
he stayed there for a while, kissing your flushed cheeks, your nose, your swollen lips. “love you so much,” he whispered, voice all soft and husky. “you’re perfect.”
after a few sweet minutes he pulled out gently and cleaned you up with a warm towel, then brought back water and some strawberries. you cuddled under the blankets, tracing little patterns on his chest while he played with your hair.
you talked about silly things—how the neighbor’s cat kept sneaking into your balcony, what movie you wanted to watch this weekend. it felt so natural, so safe, just you and him glowing together.
but soon you felt him getting hard again against your thigh. you smiled up at him, eyes sparkling, and shifted until you were straddling his lap.
“again?” he asked with that pretty little grin, hands settling on your hips.
you nodded, sinking down onto him slowly. this time was slower, all dreamy and pink.
you rolled your hips in lazy circles, hands on his chest, watching his eyes flutter every time you took him deep. heeseung sat up halfway to kiss your breasts, sucking softly on your nipples until they were all puffy and sensitive. his thumb rubbed your clit in sweet little swirls, matching your rhythm.
“so pretty riding me like this,” he breathed, looking up at you with so much love and heat. “my beautiful baby… keep going, just like that.”
you moved faster, chasing that sparkly high, and when it hit you leaned forward and hid your face in his neck, moaning softly as you pulsed around him. he held you tight and came again, filling you up with more warm spurts while whispering how much he adored you.
after that you were both soft and sleepy. he carried you to the shower, washing you with strawberry body wash, his hands so gentle as they slid over your body.
under the warm water he pressed you against the tiles and slipped inside you again, thrusting deep and steady while water ran down your joined bodies.
it was messy and sweet, your moans echoing softly as he rubbed your clit and kissed your neck. you came one last time with his name on your lips, all pink and glowing, and he followed right after, holding you close so you wouldn’t slip.
back in fresh sheets he pulled you into his chest, fingers drawing tiny hearts on your bare back. “sleep tight, my pretty wife,” he murmured. “i’ll make blueberry pancakes in the morning… and maybe we can stay in bed all day after.”
you smiled against his skin, completely spent and so loved, drifting off in the soft pink afterglow of his arms.
Synopsis: A tipsy guy is not one to mess with—not when he's needy, and definitely not when he's long been head over heels for you.
w.c: 7.6k
Warnings!! drunk sex (m only), unprotected p in v, clothed sex, wall sex, deflowerization, accidental creampie, flood kissing, dry and wet humping, hickeys, mentions of alcohol, friends to lovers, mutual pining.
note: came back again. anyway, heh, i love it when heeseung got those flushed look and glossy eyes so I can't help but imagine him like that ;) Alsoo, I'll be releasing a Lion!Jake fic next then SUCKER 2. tell me if you guys wanna be on the taglist pls.
It was supposed to be a fun getaway.
Well it is, just not in the way you deem it be. Turns out, your friend group has a different definition of ‘fun’.
It was already late at night, and the only sounds in the airbnb were the rustling leaves and the wind tapping softly against the window. Contrary to the warm cozy living room where the circle is currently residing, was the cold drag of annoyance simmering within you.
Maybe you're just being dramatic, or maybe it is the way your friends are teasing you—you who obediently sat there at the corner, hugging your knees with your brows furrowed and lips thinned that of holding temper.
You are the only non-drinker person in the entire friend group. Not because it's not your thing, but because your circle won't encourage you—it’s all they could do to prevent your mischievous personality from worsening. According to them, you're already crazy sober: fidgety, naughty, and all chaos they could name, and that they definitely won't dare guard over you once you get those freaky alcohol nerves.
So there you are, looking lonely and mad with your butt stuck on the sofa while wrapped in a throw blanket. Unfortunately being the youngest, you were assigned to watch over their drunk crazy asses tonight.
It seemed the sealed four-pack and several beer bottles scattered on the floor were already taking effect on them. At the center of the room stood a round low table where your friends were sitting side by side—two women, excluding you, and three men. The room was filled with laughter, tinkling glasses, and the faint background music they selected from a random playlist.
They busied themselves catching up, faces flushed drunk like they never been this wasted for so long. You could see how necessary the weekend getaway was for them—a short escape from the messy, packed corporate life each of you drowned in the moment college ended.
You stared at them with fondness and familiarity. Seeing their sparks appear again compared to the bunch of tired ones you've seen when you first arrived here. You forgot how much you've missed them and the fact that this is your reality right now melted that annoyance. So you finally smiled, joy eventually finding its way to your lips.
Who you avoided looking at, though, painfully sat at the opposite corner exactly across you. Attractive as always with his tall and lean frame and his freshly faded mullet hair you only had a glimpse of for seconds.
Your throat bobbed as you swallowed nervously. You could only watch him in your peripheral vision, not daring to meet his gaze. Never—way too intense and penetrating than you could ever handle.
You blamed him for the way he makes you feel those sick butterflies in your stomach.
But Heeseung only sat there in his usual calm exterior. Pulling away from the crowd of your friends to compose himself. His slender fingers decorated in dainty rings wrapped around the wine glass, the beverage in it more tamed than others. He can't get way too drunk yet—or at all. He secretly vowed he'll watch over the friend group with you—and watch you.
He has always been the most quiet among everyone, except more now that he's tipsy compared to the previous drinks. The redness on his neck was visible all the way to the back of his ears, and his eyes that looked that languid and deer-like, were fixated only in one direction. At you.
While you’re busy looking at your friends, Heeseung could stare only at you—questioning himself why you've never looked at him the same way—never have you ever tilted your head and met his gaze a second too long—never have you ever acknowledged his existence.
Heeseung felt like he never had a chance to actually get to know you. You made him feel so invisible.
He couldn't understand why. He wondered if you dislike him and can't stand him. He didn't even know if he did or said something. All he knew was, there have been too many chances within those 4 years of college with you—way too many chances he took to actually begin something with you.
The problem was, he couldn't make any sensible moves because whenever he tried, you always avoided him, you always found a way to dodge and run.
He didn't know how he managed to spend his years being ‘in a circle with you’—fuck, he couldn't even call you his friend. He felt like a stranger instead. Which is ironic because you were so physically close to him—never straying too far yet so distant.
So when everyone officially separated, he felt all those chances gone to waste.
He wished you knew how much he wanted to care for you—he was a ghost at that, when truly you were his favorite to tease, to take care of, to help, even if it went indirectly. All because there had been a strange tension between the two of you. The entire circle knew, or at least they felt it—and acknowledged the way it's still lingering and didn't end at college.
Because unfortunately, he's still where he was. He could only stare at you in silence, every glance full of longing and desire over something so unrequited. Each second in this room was spent questioning himself why you wouldn't let him in.
And God must've heard Heeseung ask and answered it for him.
The atmosphere changed when it was James’ turn in their truth game. He wobbly positioned himself to be the center, drunk brain dead more than anyone else in the room, with the alcohol seemingly taking away his self control.
To you, it was the calm before the storm.
"Bullshits you say..." James began, his voice cracking as he pointed his glass at you. "This girl….labels herself aromantic as fuck, but bitch was a big simp for Heeseung!”
What sounded like fake ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ in the living room erupted. Your other friends hollered looking at you, and acting fake shock about the obvious. You wanted to punch their face one by one.
You instantly felt a wave of embarrassment crash over you. As if all the blood rushed straight to your face from the heat of humiliation.
Even your own reaction betrayed you; accidentally darting your eyes towards Heeseung’s figure, you quickly looked away before he caught you. You deliberately choose to stare off into nowhere instead—trying hard to calm yourself while your heart pounded wildly in panic.
You became the subject of their jokes again—the chosen doomed one for the evening, and now you feel like throwing up with the amount of nerves.
“You fucking hag! Stop making stories! You know my aromantic shit since sixth grade, be so fucking real.” You shot back defensively, completely faking denial to save face.
You did your best to stop their momentum, even throwing pillows towards James' ugly hammered state, even lightly shoving Chiqui’s shoulder, and even biting the hem of the throw blanket that wrapped you—you did everything in hopes of easing that tight, nervous feeling in your stomach.
Yet, while everyone else was busy laughing and throwing teasing remarks around, Heeseung across from you remained silent, his eyes fixated on you now—the way your frame trembled with panic, on your face way too flushed like you got caught in the act.
You are indeed so interesting.
There was something intense in the way he looked at you, almost pleading for you to glance at him even if just for a second. It must be all the alcohol that made him bolder. His iris relentlessly searched for yours—he kept on trying and trying to catch your gaze. Heeseung would call all the saints in heaven just for you to give him just one, just one fucking glance is all it takes to confirm everything true.
But you stayed stubborn like always. You kept pretending not to notice him at all, playing busy fixing that fucking imaginary messy hair of yours while forcing yourself to laugh at the others’ jokes, as though he didn’t exist in the same room as you.
His heart clenched at the sight.
Heeseung didn't join the group at the center. Instead, with his quiet as usual persona, none of the people sitting ever noticed his slender limbs reaching for the shot glass between their spent bodies—he went for the one with higher concentration, deliberately indulging himself in the alcohol more.
One shot, two shots, or three—he didn't count the amount because none of it ever sufficed to ease the estrangement he has felt. While you just sat there and watched his figure get drowned in daze—refusing to take accountability for all the demise you've put in the poor man. You felt like a coward.
A few minutes have passed and the circle has already drifted into a different conversation. Naive you thought you were finally safe and free, that the teasing torment from them was over.
You finally let out a deep breath and relaxed your frame with your shoulders laying freely against the sofa.
Yet you couldn’t stop watching his figure from your peripheral vision. He still sat there, more slumped than earlier. You could feel his gaze so intense it started burning your skin—but all you could do was to continue avoid it.
You don't know how you'd face Heeseung after all this, but then again, it's not like you ever will or had. For so long, you refused to treat facing him a problem—you got used to thinking that you never have to, and you don't have any reason to. Dodging him was your usual route, then and till now. Can't help that all tonight did was to make things—if not more—awkward between you.
You sighed, praying this to be the last humiliation show of your friends.
But escaping a bunch of drunkass people was never that easy, because in a swift, the topic came to life again.
It all seemed like James noticed your peaceful state and decided to disturb it once more—you swore if it weren't for his drunk ass, you'd deem this a huge betrayal and slap him on the face left and right.
And there goes your other friends too, who decided to drop their bombs about your so called ‘Simp days for Heeseung’ and how obvious it was despite your nonchalance.
You always thought they didn't know.
You could no longer hide the irritation mixed with overwhelming embarrassment. You know you have to stop this from going further to save your dignity.
You abruptly stood from the seat, setting the throw blanket a little too harshly on them with a deep frown on your face. You've had enough.
Contrary to your chaos, the calm Heeseung sat there with the glass in his hands. His already low-lidded eyes watched your meltdown immensely while hoping you'd slip and at least meet his gaze. But you never did, you never failed at playing indifference.
You stayed defiant, avoiding looking at him. Because if you couldn't handle meeting his eyes while things were normal, what more now?
“You know what, I’m so fucking done.” you huffed, masking your embarrassment behind the firm annoyance. You fixed the hem of your clothes before walking past them at the round table. Rolling your eyes at James who just looked at you like you've grown two heads. Bastard was drunk as shit.
You turned your back on them before pressing your hand on the doorknob, the cold metal a stark contrast to your heated up skin made you jerk slightly. “Have fun cleaning after your asses.” You spat out before walking away from the living room, leaving Heeseung alone as the only more sober one among the circle. His secret vow of watching over them was thrown out the window the second you left.
Heeseung couldn't let the opportunity slip away. He knew this was his only chance to get you alone, and he's never going to waste this—he had enough of your messy games of pining. It’s now or never.
He lied going to the bathroom. He couldn’t make it obvious with all your observant friends around. So he let you get ahead for a few moments first before he slowly stood up, frame swaying slightly from the alcohol. His right hand gripped the back of the chair for support.
He walked towards the door with wobbly steps, each one almost faltering. Thankfully, his trembling palms were able to reach the doorknob, but before he could even push, it swung open first—revealing you standing there, slightly breathless, a sheen of sweat on your skin, and expression caught somewhere between nervousness and embarrassment. About time.
“Hi…” he greeted softly first, looking like a deer caught in headlights just as you are.
Your body tensed. Seeing him this close was the last thing you wanted, worse, your flight response chose to stare at him instead.
Heeseung's face and ears were visibly flushed from the alcohol, the redness even deeper after joining the previous roll of shots.
He looked far beyond just tipsy now.
“Hi,” you barely answered back, whatever irritation you’d felt earlier was already gone, replaced instead with a nervous tension the moment you processed it was him before you.
A beat passed before you mentally shaken yourself off. You forgot your purpose here.
“I think I left my phone here—”
“y/n,” he interrupted gently, cutting off your excuse before you could even finish it—before you could use it to escape him again.
He stepped completely out into the living room doorway, his tall frame deliberately blocking the very path he knew you’d use to run from this moment.
Then he locked it. And now, it's just the two of you in the hallway, standing there, trapped in the heavy tension that always killed you both.
“Can we talk?”
Silence filled the space between you.
“I-I don’t know, Hee.. I was actually about to sleep,” you bit your tongue.
Heeseung couldn't help notice that small detail. He couldn't help but observe and wander your nervous face, looking for any signs of lying.
“Please?” he begged softly, eyes searching for yours while you kept avoiding his gaze, unable to hold it even for a second.
You took a deep breath, swallowing hard before lowering your gaze slightly, the nervousness and embarrassment creeping in further.
“About what?”
“About us,” He answered way too quickly—“Is it all true?”
Your body went stiff again. A sigh let out your mouth before finally giving him a thin smile, motioning him to follow you upstairs—to somewhere private you could finally talk everything out.
You led the walk towards the empty room. Each step threatens to make you throw out. Inside was lights off, the only illumination coming from the window where the glow from outside spilled in and outlined the furniture in faint shapes.
Heeseung followed just behind you, his tall figure slipped inside before quietly shutting the door, locking the latch without making a single sound.
You're now alone with him.
You leaned against the wall beside the bed, drawing in a slow breath with your hand pressed to your chest as your heartbeat still refused to settle.
While he just stood somewhere slightly far from you. The man just quietly observed your nervous state: the one he has always seen from you whenever he's around. And he spent all the past years wondering why you always had it and avoided him—maybe this time, he'll realize what all of it truly is about.
You couldn't be the one to speak first, always failing at composing yourself. Instead, you let both of you drown in the tormenting awkward silence.
Except Heeseung refused to prolong it.
“So…we're here.” He initiated.
You just nodded in return, a lump stuck in your throat. You can't calm yourself no matter how hard you try. Not and never in front of him. You could do nothing more than just stare at his silhouette consumed by the darkness.
Then, you heard him sighed—a response to your stubborn silence. He should've known he'll have to coax it out of you.
Yet all you could think about was how tonight’s probably one of the only times you felt safe to look at him—Heeseung's face was illuminated by moonlight and contoured by shadows, leaving only the carve of his features for you to see.
He has grown more mature than you last saw him. Only now do you realize how time runs fast indeed. You've seen it in the way he moves—more graceful, the calm authority more polished.
He's as handsome as ever.
And though his gaze wasn't visible enough for you to meet, you felt it crawling on your skin regardless.
“It was just a crush, Heeseung—besides, it-it already faded, years ago.” you barely let out in an articulate manner. Your throat feels more restricted with each syllable.
He replied with a long silence at first…and then he just hummed, you couldn't see the way his lips turned into a soft smile on your answer.
He doesn't believe you.
“Faded..?”
“Yes.” you nervously chuckled, voice smaller than usual.
“Liar.”
“You don't believe me?” was so brave of you to ask, considering you couldn't even look him in the eye.
Although his sight was blurry with all the alcohol he consumed and not to mention the darkness—there’s nothing as clear as the sight before him. Heeseung liked the way you seemed more tipsy than him; probably flushed, sweating, and definitely stuttering.
He never felt this weak for you before.
“Should I?” He dared you before taking closer steps, he watched your figure grow clearer as the distance lessened.
“How could I believe you…” you swallowed, his silhouette getting prominent as he advanced.
Then he walked closer—
and closer.
Then he stopped, right exactly before you.
You felt his breath on the crown of your head. You have nowhere else to run now.
“when you couldn't even look me in the eyes?” He ended, voice too soft of a whisper.
You just looked sideways, still not daring to meet his gaze. but just as you thought it's bad enough. Heeseung bent his knees to meet you eye-level, slightly closing the distance. Still not enough to consume it all but surely enough to make you quiver.
And fuck he's right.
Now all he could fixate on is the sight of your trembling lips and glossy eyes amidst the dark. The way you looked suddenly triggered something deep inside him. Something he couldn't pinpoint with words.
Heeseung swallowed nervously, he felt his self-control thinning.
Then he watched you open your mouth to form your words, and eventually closed it again when you couldn't find any.
As much as he loves watching you get nervous, he's getting impatient with all your denial now. You love beating around the bush so much when all it takes is one truth. You're full of bullshit as usual when he needs your confession now—fuck no, he needs you now.
He wants to consume you like a mad man.
So before you could even retaliate, he already closed the distance between you.
His limbs finally cornered your much smaller frame against the wall. So close you could smell the mix of his cologne and the sharp scent of alcohol every time he breathed. So close you could feel the heat radiating from his body.
Your eyes widened in shock, a soft gasp escaped your lips when you felt his large hands settle firmly on either side of your waist. Everything was happening too fast—you weren't prepared for this sudden aggression from the man who was usually so gentle and soft-spoken.
“Heeseung—wait—” You whispered, still putting up weak resistance as your hands tried to push against the firmness of his chest.
But Heeseung didn’t listen.
He pressed even closer until you felt the intensity of his desperation and restraint finally snapping apart.
He tried to hold himself back for so long, but he couldn't help it if the alcohol and everything he’d buried finally shattered whatever control he had left.
His eyes burned with longing as they stayed fixed on your soft, parted lips. Then slowly, he lowered his head. The ends of his mullet brushed lightly against your forehead as your noses touched, breaths mixing in the narrow space in between.
Heeseung was breathing hard now, lips only millimeters away from yours. Though drunk and wobbly, his every movement was unbearably gentle, careful even—but beneath all it obviously carries a weight of excitement he could barely contain.
“Please… please, just fucking—please..” He whispered in the softest, most pleading voice you've ever heard from him. Like he's begging and confessing so desperately.
Your defense finally cracked.
Because now you could see the truth—both of you had been feeling it all along. That same unbearable pull. That same dangerous attraction neither of you wanted to name.
All the years you spent avoiding him. All the years you swallowed those feelings behind the bullshit excuse of "I can't handle it.” Years of refusing to admit how badly you wanted to know him—fuck, maybe not just know him, but pull him close, drag him in and kiss him—all of the walls you've put came crashing down tonight.
But maybe this time, you won't run away.
When Heeseung heard that soft crack in your breath, he felt the last thread of control inside him slipping away.
He dipped his head lower, the softness of his lips ghosting the slant of your neck. You felt the thread of air between his exhales quickening. Passing by a moment before he gave in, finally pressing his mouth into your skin.
“Heeseung! you're drunk—let. me. go.” You whimpered, hands clutching at his shoulders trying to push him away, but there was barely any strength behind it now. Your knees already felt weak from how close he was and the way he crowded you against the wall.
Still, you thrashed, hands punching his chest. You'd feel guilty taking advantage of his drunken state.
But Heeseung stood like a sober man. Completely unmoved before you, like all the strength you put up was no match to the longing he felt.
And then he pulled away from your neck to look at you, low-lidded and tainted with desperation. His hot breath reeked of alcohol—no, not disgusting, but musky enough to win over your senses. Suddenly you felt it shift closer until it ghosted your skin. Already knowing, you turned your face slightly to the side to avoid him and his kisses.
But he didn’t stop.
He didn't, even when your movement caused his lips to brush against your jaw instead, in fact he only grew more desperate with your resistance.
You wanted to play chase? Fine, he'll give it to you.
Heeseung tried kissing you again, this time moving faster—but mischievous you turned your head again at the last second, causing it to land on your cheek instead.
Still, he didn’t falter. Every movement of your head was met with another attempt, again and again—his kisses brushed against your nose, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your jaw, everywhere except where he wanted it most.
Yet Heeseung didn’t care where his lips landed. He just wanted to drown his drunken self in your warmth—while you trembled at the feeling of every damp press of his mouth against your skin, at the heat of his breathing fanning over your throat.
“y/n, just a second… please, just listen to me…” his voice came out rough and uneven, strained by desire as his kisses continued wandering across your skin without direction.
One brushed the edge of your ear. Another ghosted across your cheek. Then it's back to your jaw again, like he couldn’t decide where he wanted you most. It felt less like kissing and more like longing. As if after spending so long denying himself the luxury of staring at you for too long, Heeseung now wanted to memorize every inch of you all at once—just to compensate for all the need.
In the end, you grew tired of avoiding him. You surrendered—finally stopped moving and faced him instead.
That's when you met his gaze.
And Heeseung looked at you like you're the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. You felt him stiffen like he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that after years you'll look at him like he exists, like he mattered.
While sober you couldn’t move either, freezing at the contact, your breathing turned shallow, nearly giving in beneath the weight of his presence. You felt one of his hands crawl from your waist up to your cheek, his slender fingers touching your lower lips.
A beat passed before he finally returned to his target. Slowly, he lowered his head again, drawing closer and closer until, this time, he didn’t let you slip away.
Your lips met at last.
A breathless little whimper of surrender escaped from your throat. The first brush had been slow, almost careful, but it didn’t stay that way for long—what was supposed to be a surface kiss deepened quickly, his tongue tasted like that of wine went past your lips and entered your mouth, the tip of his muscle fought with yours and danced a frantic rhythm. He kissed you like he couldn't get enough.
Heeseung was intoxicated now—not just from the alcohol burning through his veins, but from the taste and sight of you.
A quiet sound escaped him as he pushed closer, then one of his legs slid between your thighs, pinning you without force.
That's when you felt it—the solid weight of him against you—your breath hitched sharply.
Heeseung pulled back just enough for the two of you to breathe, though your foreheads touched and your noses still brushed with every shaky inhale.
“Baby…” he whispered hoarsely, your name sounding almost painful on his tongue. “I need you.. I need you now.” He choked, gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.
Before you could even form your words, you felt him rock his hips gently between your thighs—the thin fabric of your shorts made the friction impossible to ignore, the prominent shape of his shaft nudging your clothed folds sent sharp waves of heat racing through your body.
You jolted and a whimper slipped helplessly from your lips. Inexperienced and overwhelmed, every unfamiliar sensation pulled a reaction from you. Your body trembled from the strange pleasure and warmth tightening low in your stomach.
Heeseung felt himself getting needier with every shaky sound you let out. He chased it—wanting to hear more. He didn't hesitate driving his hips into yours with precision. He slams himself closer, one hand snakes down, wrapping around the roundness of your ass as he squeezed it; the other traps the back of your head, shielding you from the hard impact of the wall as he pushes you.
He drops his face, burying his mouth against your ear while his hips maintain the friction-soaked grind right between your thighs. The way he's grabbing your ass cheeks like a fucking vice just to stabilize the way he recklessly slide his crotch over your dripping cunt, ruthlessly punishing the crease line of your folds where the soaked fabric was glued to your skin.
But he didn't wait for an answer. He kissed you again—deeper, more aggressive. He drowned your moan by the sharing of your saliva. Only pulling away when he felt you tap him from the desperation to breathe.
Slowly, he lowered his head again, burying his face against the side of your neck for a moment before speaking. His voice came out low and soft as he pressed his lips on your jaw multiple times,
“Wanna pop the cherry, baby?”
Heeseung didn't even wait for your answer. In a swift, he pulled your right leg to wrap around his waist before he lowered and dove back in—attacking your neck, jaw, and temple with open mouthed kisses. And you could only whimper from the tickling sensation each one leaves. Then he stopped right at your collarbone and harshly bit it. You yelped, but he only cooed you by swirling his tongue on the bruise he left.
He also didn't wait for you to adjust nor balance yourself—Heeseung could care less now that he got a taste of you. He didn't know if it’s the alcohol and his drunken state—or because it's you, or both. He doesn’t care anymore, he just wants to indulge himself in your presence.
When he had enough, he straightened up his back.
Now ogling at the sight of you helplessly laid beneath him—so beautiful and soft; sprawled out, eyes glossy, and panting. Heeseung only felt himself getting harder looking at you. He couldn't wait to fuck your brains out later—a punishment for all the chasing you did to him.
Then he started grinding again, making you feel the warmth of the burning, rock-hard weight throbbing behind his pants. He repeatedly drove the shape of his cock right against your cunt, friction-fucking you and rolling into the exact crease where your soaked shorts were clinging up your slit.
“Ah… ahh,” you whimpered with every good slide of his cock dragging right over your clit. You almost lose your balance if it weren't for his hold on you.
Still, he didn’t stop—he was basically dry-humping you into a coma, every heavy grind almost mimicking a real fuck even with your shorts still on. Heeseung was completely drunk on the sensation, ruthlessly riding his length back and forth against you. The position makes everything feel better.
He just kept teasing your clit over and over until you finally arched into him, practically crying for him to grind harder.
He just mocked you with a laugh—you used to avoid him like the plague, but looking at you now, acting like a desperate whore who can't get enough of him, he felt like he could load a bust.
He just kept on going, hips swaying with you, hands wrapped strictly on your leg hanging on his waist.
Then his filthy, restless hand snaked up and shoved its way beneath your shirt, yanking the fabric up past your chest. Your bare tits bounced wildly with every heavy, aggressive slam of his hips. He grabbed the soft flesh, nipple swollen by the cold breeze and his burning palm—and then he rubbed it before pinching the absolute fuck out of it.
“Heeseung, please!” you shuddered at the sensation, fingers wrapped around his wrist to pull his hands away, but it was left to no use.
He was indeed too wasted to hold back; if he were sober, he’d probably be fucking with you gently, but you messed up with him too much. Right now, you looked so fucking pathetic, but then again, this must be your karma biting you. Not that it mattered anyway—Heeseung will love you better tomorrow.
He just kept on pressing his length, purposely nudging your nub. Until he felt your entire body go stiff, your hips frantically bucking against him in a desperate bid to force the climax.
Nope, not yet. He stopped when he saw you almost at the peak—leaving your wet cunt completely denied.
You sobbed at the sheer torture of it, your core swollen and heavy with an unbearable, interrupted ache that made you want to scream. But Heeseung just chuckled at your misery, framing your shaking form.
He gently brushed the damp strands of hair clinging to your face, tilting your chin up to give you a slow, soft, lingering kiss that felt completely filthy after what he just did. “Ssh… Sshh, baby, you're gonna come soon, okay? Just trust me.” he finally let go of your right leg, leaving you to stand on your own.
But before you could take a breather, he slid his fingers down between your tangled bodies, catching the garter of your shorts, and slowly pulling it to strip you naked from the waist down.
Heeseung didn't strip you completely bare beneath him just yet. Instead, he intently left your underwear on, fixating his entire gaze right on your slit like it's the best view he had ever seen.
He wasn't looking at the print or the color of your panties—he was staring at the soaked folds of your cunt swelling against the fabric. Though he already felt it grinding against him, seeing the visual proof of how dripping you are kind of sobered him up.
As if the sight instantly cranked up his arousal. Heeseung aggressively yanked down his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It was thick and heavily sized, tip tan and angry, and slit already beaded with precum.
You swallowed at the sight.
He tried biting the hem of his shirt to prevent it from grazing down his torso—but he chose not to care instead.
He hooked the same leg around his waist again, before tapping the meaty head against your lower stomach, spreading his slick precum across the fabric of your underwear. You trembled, knowing you could never run away from this.
Heeseung's eyes never left yours, and every moment you met his gaze, he could only squint his eyes hard. He wasn't used to you matching his stare, and seeing you look at him like he was a real, breathing body made him let out a ragged moan.
"Keep your eyes on me," he ordered, before forcing the length of his cock underneath and past the lining of your panties.
He breathed hard when your bare skins finally touched, letting out a sharp hiss before shoving his hips forward to grind into you. He gripped your leg tighter, preventing it from falling and also using it as anchor.
A moan ripped from your throat—his tip was directly nudging your clit now. And every time he rolled his hips further, the thick head rubbed right at your entrance—and each time you jolted.
But Heeseung was only tracing it—he wasn't planning to put it in yet. The moment felt too good to let his greed consume his patience.
“Fuckk, you're so good,” He moaned, rocking his hips back and forth against you. He shoved his face down the crook of your neck, planting messy kisses on your shoulders and nibbling your earlobe.
A whimper ripped from your throat, your leg clamped tight around his hips while your hands clawed through his mullet hair, gripping the soft strands. You were bucking up to meet his rhythm now, relentlessly chasing the pleasure.
He just continued rocking you, and then he rolled and pressed, and came back just to rock you again. and again.
It went on like this, both of you stayed locked in that delicious rhythm for what felt like forever, until you felt that wave of an impending orgasm rushing back into your core.
“Hee, I think—think 'm gonna cum soon,” you choked out, desperately searching the sensation since you’d never felt it before.
The moment the words left your mouth, Heeseung lifted his head from your shoulders and sped up completely, spreading his palms over the fabric, and forcing himself to nudge the head of his cock directly into your swollen folds.
“Don't worry, baby, I've got you..”
You felt your lower stomach tightening, that familiar throb, that thick, suffocating heat consuming every inch of you—that’s what you felt earlier before Heeseung robbed it from you.
Your toes curled from all the sensation, you're nearing each second. Just a few more, more, and more of his grinding and—
—and then he ripped it. Heeseung ripped your drenched panty using his hand that snaked down between you, and discarded it across the room like it valued nothing. You violently shuddered from the cold breeze hitting your wet skin,
“Heeseung, my panties!” you muttered through closed eyes, caring less, still riding the high of the pleasure.
But Heeseung didn't utter a word, he just continued sliding his cock between your folds like a vice.
Only then your eyes snapped open when you felt his fingers drop down and begin teasing your entrance.
The sensation was twice as intense now. He held his hand there, massaging and playing with your hymen in a circular motion.
At the same time, the tip of his cock stopped sliding along your folds; it remained fixated on your clit, rubbing the nub directly. You started crying, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure hitting you.
Your body went wild, bucking beneath him like you're possesed—and Heeseung could only watch you with awe. Your limbs are going chaotic, back arching and your thighs shaking violently.
“You can do it, baby. Come on, cum on my fingers”
He kept doing all of that until he felt you shake and weep under him. You let out a silent scream, simultaneously letting loose a flood of fluid from your cunt—soaking him in a heavy rain of squirt that made him groan.
“Good girl, baby, I knew it—look at your first orgasm. You squirted, baby. ‘m so proud of you,” Heeseung teased, continuing to slide against you to ride out your orgasm, smothering your forehead with kisses like he won the prize.
He felt himself now sobered up from the blessing of your squirt spraying on him. Fuck, he couldn't take it anymore—couldn't hold back another second. It was his turn now to drown in the body of the woman he had loved for years.
Once he felt your body relax, he lowered your lifted leg briefly, only to slide both hands under your thighs, “jump for me.”
You clung to him instinctively, your body suspended between his hold and the wall behind you while he wrapped his palms around your cheeks, giving it a slight squeeze.
Heeseung pressed a soft kiss to your temple, down until he brushed against your cheek. “Look at me, y/n.”
You forced your heavy, exhausted eyes open, completely dazed and spent. All you could feel was the head of his cock tapping against your entrance. You knew exactly what that meant.
“I know another way to make you cum, hmm?” You nodded, locking your thighs tighter around his waist and surrendered yourself entirely.
Heeseung bit his lip hard at the sight—driven crazy by how beautiful you looked, completely exhausted and giving in—like a fucking doll letting him have his way with you however he wanted.
He slammed his mouth back onto yours, tongue driving deep and exploring your mouth. His hand gripped and squeezed your tits, pulling pleasure out of you despite the overstimulation.
He pulled back just enough to press an open mouthed kiss to the crown of your head. “ready, baby?” you just hummed in response, and he slowly slid it inside.
The tingling sensation left from him playing with your hymen earlier was still felt; except it felt less like hurt but more of an ache resolved only by the push of his tip past your cunt.
“Ahh..” you whimpered, thanking all the saints that Heeseung was your first—you didn't get to experience the painful loss of virginity others talked about—instead, all you could feel was the pure pleasure of the stretch.
He calmly eased the full length of his cock inside you, toying with your nipple using his swirling tongue, while his fingers flicked fucked your clit underneath your tangled bodies. You arched against him. Heeseung is too good—way too good at this he felt like a fucking pro.
A sudden pang of jealousy hits you at the thought of him doing it with anybody else.
But all of it melted when he kissed you again—this time he didn't press much, staying with the gentle brush of your lips against his, distracting you before pushing his hips deeper.
He rocked back and forth, slightly pulling out before pushing in again, each one getting deeper than the last.
It went on and on until he could fill you to the brim—and when he felt your walls eased around him, he pushed it in one go, burying his cock to the hilt.
You cried out, chest heaving up and down. Heeseung smiled at you before biting his lips, looking wasted as ever but so sober with the way he eyed you.
“You okay?” He asked after hissing when he felt you clamped around his length, still adjusting to his size.
You nodded before telling him to move, gently…
And he did, sliding in and out of you in a slow, stable rhythm. He thrusted way too composed, a sharp contrast to the way you can hear his muffled groans on your neck. His eyes were tightly shut, as if he dimmed all his other senses and let himself just feel you.
Or maybe…
Well, Heeseung is just another man.
His drunken state must've taken over his instinct and commanded him to chase the pleasure however he wanted. Even at the expense of your comfort.
He didn't want to be gentle anymore.
The slow rhythm eventually faltered, shifting into a more desperate one. You can feel his patience thinned out from the way his speed gradually fastened inside you. Sliding in and out harder, each of his thrusts kissing a spot inside that made you whimper.
He stopped pacing himself entirely. He became a machine of pure friction and heat, shoving his thick cock into your soaked warmth with a feral, careless urgency.
The speed of his hips sent shockwaves through your spine. Each thrust shoved your body back into the wall hard enough to make the frame rattle.
“Heeseung!” you cried out, your voice cracking into a breathless, broken sob as the overwhelming friction pushed you right to heaven. You locked your hands around his neck, feeling your body falling out.
“Sorry… sorry, baby,” Heeseung groaned against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. He flooded your face and jaw with messy, hurried kisses as compensation, but his hips didn't slow down for a second. “Can’t help it. You’re so fucking tight. Mhmm, look at you taking all of it.”
The relentless, bruising pace was too much. Your vision blurred around the edges as your walls suddenly clamped down tight around him, and you arched your back with a choked-off scream as a heavy orgasm ripped through you, squeezing his length.
The hard pace was too much. Seeing you shatter only made him lose his mind. Heeseung lost all control, focused only on his own release. He went wild, thrusting way too hard and fast, hammering into your shaking body with a brutal speed that left you gasping.
He was flying too close to the sun, the white-hot pressure in his groin exploding before he could properly react.
"Ah, fuck—I'm coming—!" he choked out, his muscles locking up around your frame.
He tried to pull back and drop you, but he was too close to the edge and paralyzed for a second. He pulled out too late. The first two deep surges of hot cum shot straight inside you, flooding your pulsating walls with an accidental warmth.
Jolting backward, he finally dragged his length the rest of the way out, letting your feet slide down to touch the floor. But he was still cumming. His hips jerked as he leaned over you, and the rest of his release shot across your stomach.
Because you were both standing, the warm, thick liquid quickly began to trickle down your stomach, running down your thighs and dripping onto the floor in a messy puddle between your feet.
Heeseung collapsed heavily against you, pinning your body to the wall as his chest heaved. He hid his face in your neck for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before he suddenly started attacking your face with way too many—needy, intense kisses.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he breathed out against your lips, kissing your cheeks, your eyelids, and your jaw in a desperate rush, driven by pure, overwhelming affection. He couldn't seem to stop putting his mouth on you, using it to try and compose himself and get his racing heart under control. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to do that inside you. I’m so sorry.”
You couldn't even reply. Your mind was completely blank, your chest heaving as you gasped for air, still thoroughly dazed and trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm.
He finally freed from caging you, guiding your weak legs until you could walk, and led you over to the bed. He laid you down gently on the mattress, settling himself right beside you. The room was quiet except for your shallow breathing, the cool air hitting the messy trickles of cum drying on your stomach and thighs.
Heeseung turned on his side, looking down at you with completely soft, vulnerable eyes. He reached out and took your hand, bringing it up to his lips.
“I’ve loved you for so long,” he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion. He pressed a warm kiss to your wrist, then moved to your palm.
One by one, he began kissing your fingers, slowly and deliberately, his lips lingering on every single fingertip. “Please… just give me a chance— just give me a real chance to show you.”
omg a jake cheating fic😵💫😵💫😵💫 /pos i will be anticipating!! no pressure but it sounds yummy !!
basically my idea was just like… heeseung convincing u to give him a thigh job bc he tells u it’s not cheating if you just let him slip his cock between ur legs like that and help him out :(
ok i've been on that tutor grind and im gonna be soooo honest , i love this (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) i hope u like it fairylove:<
contains: tutor heeseung x reader, dubcon?, cheating, thigh fucking, nicknames, lmk what i missed ><
tutor hee telling you that "it's not cheating if i'm not fucking you" as he's holding you down, his arms around your waist to feel his boner. and according to him, you don't even resist because you're squirming so much that "you're making it grow even more... i knew you wanted this princess..."
his hands would go to pull off your bottoms at once, a good enough amount so that his cum doesn't ruin the fabrics or 'leave behind any evidence'. and at this point, you just agree, because after hearing him say that, it made sense that the sooner u help him ease his ache, the sooner you both can go back to studying.
"good job, learning so quickly for me hm?"
your ass looks so pretty to him, and he reaaalllyyyy has to hold back from giving it a good slap. who knows how sensitive your skin is, how easily you'll get marked :( and after getting his cock properly situated in between your heavenly thighs, heeseung has no idea why he didn't ask for this sooner.
you're making no complains at this point, which makes him groan as you do as he says. "fuuuckkk yes angel, just like that... squeeze tight for me..." it's tough at first because of the lack of lubrication, but that becomes less of a problem as you go on, his head falling back as the skin on your thighs getting coated in his spilling precum.
the fact that your pussy could feel his dick throb and ache made you feel the same; you couldn't deny that you were getting wet as you watched his tip come through the opening between your thighs, glistening under the lamp's light.
"h-heeseung." your voice slips out a moan, not meaning to do so.
hearing his name come out of your mouth like that made him let out another groan, a throaty noise right next to your ears as his arms that had gotten loose in your actions tightened once against around your waist. "fuck yes say it again," he whispered, kissing behind your ears.
a cold shiver went down your spine as he did so, making you stutter in your movements as you gasped. you shouldn't have said his name, especially not when you can feel his dick against your clit. so you slowed yourself, careful not to let him slip into you.
he held you down though, a certain desperation latching onto him as he fucked your thighs vigorously. he was close, your wetness encouraging him to go on as the position made it harder for him to hold back. he wanted to properly fuck you, to let him use your hole, but at the same time, this opportunity that he created was too good to overextend upon. so he just stuck to what he asked for, cumming on top of your thighs quickly after.
as your sweat mixed in with his seed, your clit throbbed as did your walls did. all you could think about was your boyfriend, but even you knew that if you called out for him right now, guilt would eat you up when you turn around and see your tutors face instead. your eyes stayed fixed on the textbook in front of you, not even bearing to look down at the mess on your body.
"haahh... that was too good," heeseung muttered to himself, leaning forward to grab a couple tissues to wipe away the cum. next time, he should ask for a blowjob...
synopsis: in which heeseung spots you in the crowd and realises that his past lover has been reincarnated once again. however this time around, he definitely isn't letting you go.
pairing: idol!lee heeseung x f!reader
genre: historical (joseon era) au, modern au, romance, past lovers, red string theory (sort of), bittersweet, reincarnation, dual timeline, vampire!heeseung
cw: angst, major character death, blood/violence, attempted suicide, implied that reader has depression, age gap relationship, fluff, yearning from both sides, porn with plot, unprotected sex, power dynamics, unestablished relationships, dubcon (heeseung uses vampire hypnosis once), dom/sub, oral (m receiving), fingering, choking, rough sex, manhandling but it’s consensual, possessive!heeseung, slight breathplay, overstimulation, biting, spanking, brat tamer(?)!heeseung, implied multiple rounds, sort of emotional manipulation on heeseung's side, reader is also hinted to have social anxiety, heeseung takes advantage of this, no use of y/n, semi proofread (sorry for any mistakes)
word count: around 19k (i don't even know how this happened)
MDNI
the stadium pulsed with noise.
lights flashed across thousands of raised phones, white and silver beams sweeping over the crowd like waves. somewhere to your right, a girl was crying so hard she could barely scream his name out anymore.
but that was understandable, in your eyes at least.
it was lee heeseung, after all.
on the massive screen above the stage, his face appeared again alongside his members, sweat-damp hair falling into dark eyes, breath uneven from dancing all night.
you were so close to the stage, standing in the pit. your throat burned from screaming too, though your voice had long disappeared many songs ago.
heeseung drew you in so much, but it almost didn't feel voluntary. not in the way that you were being forced to like him, but in the way that you felt as if you were bound to love him. your chest ached so violently watching him smile that you had to press a hand against it.
heeseung steps forward, microphone lifted effortlessly as the opening notes of the final chorus rang through the stadium. the cameras follow him with ease. for a moment, he tilts his head slightly, eyes skimming over the crowd out of habit.
that's when his eyes land on you.
you think it's just a lucky glance, him simply sparing his gaze across the sea of people like usual. he never pulls away.
for a second, his expression falters, and that's when you can confirm that his eyes are on you. it's subtle enough for nobody else to notice, as he pulls away shortly after.
your breath catches in your throat from the way he looked at you like he knew you somehow, which would be impossible. maybe you reminded him of somebody?
heeseung avoids your side of the stage for a remainder of the night, only returning toward the end. every time he drifts near that side again, his gaze stays deliberately elsewhere, toward the upper sections, the cameras, his members, anywhere but you.
idols are trained to look everywhere. to make every fan feel seen, but he avoids your eyes so carefully it almost feels intentional.
by the final song, you’ve nearly convinced yourself you imagined the entire thing. maybe he wasn't looking at you at all.
confetti spills from the ceiling in silver streams, disappearing beneath flashing lights and deafening screams. the members bow beside him, smiling breathlessly as they thank the crowd.
after he bows too, he looks up, straight at you.
you blink, your heart pounding extra hard. this time, the hurt in his expression is unmistakeable. he looks like he's in some sort of pain.
the concert is basically over after that, and enhypen say good bye to all of their fans. you go home, tired after the commute home. you can't stop thinking of the way heeseung looked at you tonight, even if it was just you being delusional.
you don't fall asleep like you usually do. at first, you lie on your back staring at the ceiling, phone face-down beside you, unable to get anywhere after shutting your eyes.
every time you try to think about something else, your mind slips back to him, despite being exhausted. you turn onto your side, pulling the blanket up even though you’re not even cold. the concert noise fades in your memory.
your thoughts slow down, one by one, finally. the room around you gets softer at the edges. eventually, your grip on the blanket loosens without you noticing.
right before you fully drift off, there’s one last strange, quiet image that slips through your mind.
it's similar to falling snow behind your eyes.
snow falls quietly onto dark stone next to you.
"is it really that time of the year already, joo-mi?" you ask, reaching your hand out to let more snow fall onto the palm of your hand.
your servant, joo-mi, stands next to you, nodding her head. "i believe so, my lady."
"it's colder than i remember. compared to last year, at least." you mumble, watching how the flakes of snow dissolve on your skin.
you curl your fingers slightly, as if you might be able to hold onto the winter itself. the courtyard is empty at this late hour apart from you and joo-mi. oh, and the singular guard standing at the entrance.
shifting beside you, joo-mi lowers her gaze respectfully. "winter has arrived earlier, my lady. the elders mentioned that it would be a long one."
you hum softly in response, though your attention is already elsewhere. the mountains beyond the perimeters of the estate.
you stare at them for a moment longer than you mean to.
there is something about them tonight. something that draws you in. anywhere away from this place would do you justice, honestly. you were extremely bored.
and unfortunately expected to be wed to a noble boy by the end of this year. gross.
a gust of wind moves through the courtyard, brushing cold against your cheeks.
joo-mi shifts closer instinctively. “my lady, shall we return inside? the wind is growing harsher. i don't want you to grow ill."
you don’t answer her question, gaze drifting across the courtyard. specifically, back to the guard at the front gate, half-shadowed beneath the light.
"joo-mi, why is there only one tonight?" you look up at her, eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. the guard doesn't look familiar anyway. he was young, you could tell by his stature. it wasn't the usual older guard that took the night shift, and there was meant to be two.
joo-mi follows your gaze again, hesitating for only a moment before answering. “i believe one of the guards fell ill earlier today, my lady. the replacement was assigned on short notice.”
you turn your head back, uncaring. "i want to go back inside now."
joo-mi bows her head immediately. “of course, my lady.”
she steps forward at once, adjusting her pace to yours as you begin to turn away from the courtyard.
the cold bites at your skin for one last moment before the warmth of the estate corridors begins to surround you instead. joo-mi follows behind closely, blowing out the candle she was previously using when the two of you were outside.
joo-mi escorts you to your room, opening the door for you. you thank her.
"my lady, you have a long day tomorrow. you should rest well tonight."
you step into your room, the door sliding shut behind you with a soft thud that echoes through the hallways. the warmth inside your room is immediate.
“of course,” you reply quietly, voice muffled. you walk in further, slipping out of your outer layer. "you should rest as well, joo-mi."
"yes, my lady. good night." her footsteps slowly retreat down the slim hallway, footsteps pattering against the wood.
you sit at the edge of your bed for a moment, hands resting loosely in your lap. you weren't tired at all, unfortunately. but, you required an escort everywhere in this estate - per your father's requests.
you had no choice but to fall asleep. there was nothing else to do, after all. every single novel sitting on the shelf beside you had been read, along with every puzzle. you truly were bored.
eventually, you lie back, pulling the blanket over you. the fabric is warm, making you feel sleepier.
the lantern light from earlier has long since dimmed, leaving the room in a soft, peaceful ambience. apart from the sound of the harsh wind from outside.
your breathing slows without you noticing.
your eyes drift toward the ceiling, before shutting on reflex and falling asleep.
the next morning you awake to soft knocks on your door, tapping once.
then again, a little more carefully. “my lady?” joo-mi’s voice filters through the wood, familiar and steady.
light spills faintly through the edges of your curtains, revealing the morning sun before you can even open your eyes properly.
"you can come in," you say, mid yawn, stretching your arms up into the air.
there's a brief pause before your door slides open, but when it does, joo-mi is on the other side. joo-mi steps in quietly, already composed, her hands folded in front of her as she keeps her gaze respectfully lowered.
"did you sleep well, my lady?" she smiles softly at you, which reminds you of her age. she was only a few years your senior.
you’re still half-lost in sleep as you sit up, hair slightly disheveled, blinking at the brightness leaking through the curtains. you cling to the warmth of the blankets.
"i think so." you mumble, stretching your arms again before letting them drop lazily into your lap.
joo-mi moves further into the room, already beginning her routine without needing instruction, picking up your garments from yesterday and folding them. she folds out each crease with care, before replacing those garments with new ones for you today.
"are you excited for today, my lady?" joo-mi asks from behind you, tone cheerful. "you'll be going out town."
you were excited at first when you heard the news, but when you found out your father was practically sending an entire army to supervise you, your feelings on it dulled.
but now, the word feels slightly dull on your tongue as you speak them. "sure."
joo-mi continues folding your garments with calm efficiency, laying out today’s clothing with care before turning back toward you.
“you seemed pleased when you were told,” she adds, glancing at you over her shoulder. “it is the market district, is it not? there will be many new sights.”
market district? there wasn't much you were interested in, to be honest. you weren't the most outgoing.
"yes.." you say slowly, coming out quieter than initially intended. your fingers tug slightly at the edge of the blanket, resisting the urge to pull them back over yourself.
it should be exciting.
it is exciting.
but you can barely bring yourself to care. you look at joo-mi, "do you think father would let me skip this today?"
joo-mi looks at you, not expecting the question as her hands pausing mid-fold.
“my lady…” she begins carefully, as if choosing each word to avoid sounding like a reprimand. “your father has been preparing for this trip for some time. i don't think he would be happy...if it were to be postponed.
but you already knew that.
joo-mi he sets your garments down neatly before stepping closer, her tone softening again. “is something troubling you this morning?”
the question lingers in the air.
you open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out immediately. because there isn’t a clear reason, nothing you can point to and name properly.
"no, there isn't, joo-mi." you reassure, "i'll go. can i change now?" you ask her, standing up, shuffling the bedsheets off your lower half.
joo-mi relaxes slightly at your response, the tension in her expression smoothing back into its usual calm composure. “of course, my lady,” she says gently. “i'll start preparing your bath."
she bows her head and steps toward the door, pausing only long enough to glance back once more, before slipping out and closing it softly behind her.
you stand, stretching once more as the last remnants of sleep finally leave your body. the bed creaks softly as you move away from it, the warmth of the blankets already fading behind you.
then there’s a soft knock.
“come in,” you say.
the door slides open, and joo-mi appears once more, her hands neatly folded in front of her.
“my lady,” she says gently, “your bath is ready for you.” you nod once at her words, still lost in the lingering haze of sleep.
you follow her down the cold hallway, a familiar path to your private bathroom. joo-mi opens the door for you, revealing a steaming hot bath. the warmth spills out into the hallway the moment the door opens, contrasting the air behind you.
steam curls lazily into the corridor. the bath inside has been prepared as you like it.
joo-mi steps aside respectfully, keeping her gaze lowered. “my lady, I will be just outside if you need anything.” she bows, before stepping out of the room and leaving.
the sound of the latch clicks softly, and you are alone. you move closer to the bath slowly.
you take off your garments, before taking a step into the water, sinking your entire body in shortly after. the warm water ripples around you, surrounding your entire body - practically easing your muscles after only a minute of being submerged.
you sink in a little deeper as the steam around you rises, relaxing your body without your permission. you stay in that bath for around twenty minutes, simply basking in the warm water.
stepping out, you wrap a towel around yourself, calling for joo-mi. "joo-mi, can i have my clothes?"
she pushes the door to the side gently, draping you in something that resembles an overcoat, temporarily shielding you from the cold. nobody was allowed to enter your chambers anyway, so she escorts you back to your room.
upon entering, she reaches for your clothing that she had previously laid out, before coming behind you and helping you change into them.
joo-mi moves behind you with quiet efficiency, her hands careful as she helps you out of the bath wrap and into the layers she had prepared earlier.
you stand still, letting her work.
it's a smooth and easy process, as always. both you and joo-mi had gotten used to this already, it was a daily routine after all.
she takes a step back after she finishes, admiring you and her work. all your sleeves were aligned properly, as well as your folds being smoothed down. "my lady," she gasps quietly, "you look so beautiful, especially today."
her words bring a small smile to your lips, "thank you, joo-mi. you're the reason for that."
a light pink dusts her cheeks, "thank you, my lady - but i only played a small role. i only ensure what is already there is brought out properly,” she adds more softly, smoothing the front of her sleeves out of habit. “you have always been beautiful, my lady.”
joo-mi steps back slightly, then reaches for the last piece of your outer layer, holding it up for you to slip into. you do exactly that, and she smooths out the final layer.
joo-mi gently tugs at the fabric, ensuring that it's fitted perfectly as you outstretch your arms. "i'm done, my lady. are you ready to step out? the carriage should be ready for us."
you let your arms fall back to your sides, nodding as you slip your shoes on. "if i must. let's go."
joo-mi opens the door for you, sliding it once again. the rhythm of your footsteps blends softly with Joo-mi’s as you move through the corridor.
joo-mi walks just half a step behind you, as always, careful not to overtake or fall too far back.
“the carriage is waiting at the front gate,” she says gently. “your father has already left instructions for your escort.”
you hum faintly in response, gaze forward, "you are coming with me today, right?" you ask her, double checking.
"yes, my lady. i should be accompanying you today. i wasn't made aware of any change of plans." joo-mi says, walking down onto the footpath with you.
servants pass in the opposite direction occasionally, bowing quickly as you go by.
as you near the entrance hall, you slow slightly without meaning to, you can see the carriage from here now.
joo-mi notices immediately. “my lady?”
you blink once, then continue walking. “It’s nothing.” but the hesitance in your step tells her everything. your eyes linger ahead for just a moment longer than necessary, you see a lot of people you don't know surrounding the gate.
behind you, joo-mi’s steps remain steady, but her voice softens slightly when she speaks again.
“it will be a busy day,” she says. “but I will be with you.” she reassures. you continue walking forwards, catching the attention of the servants preparing the carriage.
there’s a brief shift in movement as they straighten, bowing as you approach.
the air outside brushes against your skin, a servant lowers his head. “my lady.” you acknowledge it lightly.
one of them quickly moves to open the carriage door properly, while another steps aside to clear your path. you thank him quietly, taking the hand he offered to you to step into the carriage.
you don't recognise any of the guards accompanying you today, unfortunately. joo-mi steps in afterwards, sitting across from you.
outside, the courtyard continues with it's movement, guards taking their positions, as well as double checking the horses.
a few minutes pass, and you finally feel the carriage moving. you peer slightly outside, seeing the front gates to the estate opening.
as the carriage begins to move, joo-mi continues speaking, pointing out small things about your journey, like the scenery. you nod, engaging in conversation with her.
the market should be around an hours drive on a carriage, so around ten minutes you decide to just take a small nap. you were pretty tired anyway, despite only having woken up a short while ago.'
after it feels like you've only shut your eyes for five minutes when joo-mi calls out for you. "my lady?" she asks softly, "we're nearly there."
you wink an eye open, sitting up as you smooth yourself over. "thank you," you mumble, covering your mouth with your palm as you yawn.
you sit in silence, your arm sitting atop your stomach as you lean into the chair behind you. pushing the curtain back with your other hand, you look around, seeing the bustling markets.
the sound hits you first, plenty of voice overlapping, as well as vendors calling out to customers. an uncomfortable feeling sits at the bottom of your topic.
your chest tightens faintly, though you don’t understand why. the carriage rolls forward again before the thought can settle properly.
you swallow once more, as your gaze tracks across it all without really landing anywhere for too long. too many faces, too many directions, too many things happening at once to properly follow.
you feel very aware of your body all of the sudden. joo-mi speaks softly across from you, but you only catch part of it, she's saying something about the market being way busier than expected.
you sit back slightly, letting the curtain fall a little more into place as you nod, like you're on auto-pilot. the carriage comes to a stop, and around thirty seconds after the door opens.
your fingernails dig into your palms unknowingly, making you bleed. joo-mi looks at you, not noticing the injury but just the tense expression on your face. "are you alright, my lady?"
snapping your head back to her, "i'm fine, yes. you can go out first." joo-mi looks at you like you're insane. you were a higher status, that meant you were meant to exit the carriage first.
"are you sure, my lady? it's against the rules-" joo-mi asks, unsure. you cut her off, "i insist."
joo-mi hesitates for only a second longer, then bows her head and steps down carefully from the carriage.
you take a deep breath. you remain seated for a moment longer, your hand is still curled tightly in your lap, though you don’t register the sting properly until the air shifts again.
a shadow falls near the carriage step. it isn't large enough to beg for attention, but it defiinitely catches yours.
a guard stands there. he's young and composed.
his uniform is simple, outer guard markings visible but unadorned. he doesn’t speak at first.
he’s looking at you, offering a small smile as he bows in your direction. he extends a hand, “allow me, my lady,” he says.
you stare at his hand, which stays steady, palm open, waiting without pressure. you stand up after contemplating for a few seconds, placing your hand in his.
his grip is careful, firm enough to support you, light enough not to feel so restrictive. he helps you step down from the carriage.
when your feet meet the ground, he releases you immediately, stepping back into proper distance as if nothing more than protocol has occurred. “thank you, my lady,” he says, lowering his gaze respectfully.
he bows again, making you nod in acknowledgement. "..thank you." you speak quietly, walking over to joo-mi.
you can feel eyes on you from everywhere. it wasn't everyday that a member of a noble family attended a marketplace. you felt bashful under all their gazes.
people glance as you pass, some quick, some lingering just a little too long before they remember themselves and look away. it makes your shoulders tighten without permission, your posture subtly shifting as you try to make yourself feel smaller.
joo-mi notices, stepping half a pace closer so she can speak without anyone else hearing.
“this way, my lady,” she guides gently. “the main stalls are just ahead. It will be less crowded there
joo-mi offers you a smile, you return it partially. "what was that guard's name?" you ask, referring to the one that had helped you down from the carriage.
joo-mi blinks slightly at the question, as if she hadn’t expected your attention to linger there. “the guard?” she repeats softly, glancing over her shoulder in the direction you came from.
the young man is already stepping back into position near the carriage. you turn your head, and he's already looking - flashing you a smile. you turn back.
“i believe he is one of the newer outer guards assigned to the rotation,” she says thoughtfully. “he was brought in recently, so i haven't heard his name often. but," she trails off, "i think his name is lee heeseung."
you nod in acknowledgement, before walking off in the direction of a stall you deem as interesting enough.
the stall is crowded with fabric and jewellery, you think some of it looks pretty. joo-mi follows close behind as you stop in front of it, the merchant immediately straightening up at the sight of your clothing.
"my lady," he greets, bowing in front of you. "please, take your time looking."
you nod politely, already shifting your gaze down toward the display in front of you. there are strings of beads, along with other accessories such as embroidered scarves and such.
joo-mi points to one of the scarves of your favourite colour, “my lady, this would look beautiful on you.” she reaches over, lifting a ribbon between her fingers.
glancing at the ribbon briefly, you hum in agreement. "do you think i should take it?"
joo-mi nods, looking down in respect. "if you wish to, my lady."
you wave your hand, turning back to the merchant. "i would like one of these." you gesture to the ribbon in joo-mi's hands, and he nods immediately.
the merchant bows quickly, almost relieved at your decision. “of course, my lady. i will wrap it immediately.”
he reaches under the counter, retrieving another ribbon of the same colour. he lays it neatly on a small cloth before beginning to fold it with practiced precision.
you turn your head away, disinterested in the process. unfortunately for you, your father had asked you to stay out the whole day - besides nightfall, of course.
joo-mi pays for the ribbon using the money pouch given to her by your father. "my lady, would you like me to have these added to your belongings in the carriage?"
you look at her, nodding. "yes."
the merchant ties the ribbon carefully, placing it into a small paper wrapping before sliding it forward. “thank you for your purchase, my lady.”
joo-mi takes it first, holding it securely before turning back to you. she steps closer to you, "we should continue, my lady. the market will only start to get busier."
with a defeated sigh, you nod. "if we must. when will we be able to go back?" you ask her, glancing back at the carriage.
"i'm sure we can leave when you would like, my lady." joo-mi responds softly.
you glance back toward the carriage again. it sits a little further down the street now, partially visible between moving bodies and stalls. the guards remain stationed around.
the idea of already returning feels like a waste.
you begin walking, joo-mi trails after you. she notices your hesitation without commenting on it. instead, she adjusts her pace to match yours as you start walking again.
“we do not need to stay long,” she adds softly. “just enough for you to see what you wish. your father only asked that you are properly escorted and return before evening."
you nod, humming.
"joo-mi, do you want anything from these stalls?" you ask, turning to her. the question catches her off guard.
she blinks once, clearly not expecting the question at all.
for a moment, she actually hesitates, before quickly lowering her gaze.
“my lady…i am not here to purchase anything,” she says gently, as if reminding both you and herself of her position.
you keep walking, watching her for a reaction.
joo-mi adjusts her sleeves slightly, composing herself again. “if you are asking out of kindness, then i am grateful."
she pauses again, "but i do not need anything."
eyes forward, you hum. "that isn't what i asked, joo-mi.
“my lady,” she says carefully, “your visit is for you. It is not necessary for me to-"
the look that you give her makes her pause, cheeks heating up. "i suppose i could look around, if you truly wish that."
you nod, "please do. none of this interests me, and i would rather rest at the carriage."
joo-mi nods, "i understand. i'll escort you back, my lady." she guides you through the crowd, subtly choosing paths where you'll avoid the densest parts of the market.
soon, the carriage comes back into view, waiting exactly where you left it. the guards are still stationed in their positions.
"thank you." you look at her once you're standing next to the carriage. she hesitates for a brief moment, as if still unsure whether she’s truly allowed to separate from you in a place like this.
“if you are certain,” she adds softly, “i will not be long.”
one of the guards bows to you, opening the door and allowing you entry to the carriage. "welcome back, my lady."
looking back at joo-mi, you give a small, dismissive wave of your hand. “go.”
that seems to reassure her.
joo-mi straightens, composing herself again into her usual calm composure. “i will remain within sight. if you need anything, call for me immediately.”
you nod once in response. she bows, then steps away into the market.
the guard shuts the door, and you sit in there peacefully. the outside noise dulls immediately, and you sigh in relief.
there's a knock on the door, soft. as if whoever is outside is waiting for permission rather than demanding attention.
a masculine voice follows, lowered slightly just loud enough for you to hear. “my lady.”
you don't recognise it immediately, but you sit up.
"you can open the door." a few seconds after, the door is slid open softly.
you blink when you realise it's the same guard from before, lee heeseung.
you take in his face properly this time. his face is gentle in structure, and you would consider him to be handsome. he seems to be somewhere around your age too.
when he speaks again, his voice is steady, but softer than you expect. “my lady,” he says, carefully. “i apologise if i disturbed you. i only wished to ensure you were well.”
you look at him, tilting your head in confusion slightly at his concern, "no, you didn't disturb me."
you pause in thought. joo-mi was going to be a while at the market's, right? you use your chin, gesturing to the seat before you. "come in. i'm bored."
there’s a brief pause outside the carriage. his face contorts into one of confusion, as if he’s double checking whether or not he heard you correctly.
"my lady?" his voice rings again, making you glance back at him. "inside the...carriage?"
"yes," you say simply. "unless that’s a problem."
"no, of course not, my lady." he steps onto the upper platform. once inside, he lowers himself into the space opposite you.
for a moment, neither of you speak.
"close the door, please." you ask softly, leaning back into your seat. he reaches over, shutting the door. the carriage feels smaller with him inside, but not uncomfortable.
he glances briefly toward you, then quickly lowers his gaze again, as if remembering himself.
"i apologise if this is improper," he says quietly. "i'm still on duty."
you look at him, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "i am the one that asked you to come inside, no?"
a faint pause, "yes, my lady."
that makes you exhale, almost amused.
"then talk to me." you say. "joo-mi’s not here, and i’m not doing anything."
he blinks once at that, before locking eyes with you. it's like he's locked your gaze onto his own, because you're unable to pull away.
heat crawls slowly through your body, it starts low in your chest, feeling strange. you sit up, re-adjusting your body.
"talk?" he repeats, like he’s making sure he understood the request correctly.
"yes," you confirm. "anything. i don’t care."
he shifts in his seat, thinking. "most of my days are unevenful, my lady. i'm not sure what you'd like to hear."
you tilt your head. "then tell me uneventful things."
when he doesn't respond, flustered, you scoff. you lean forward, pointing to his hand - where there is clear injury. it looks like the palm of his hand was sliced open by something.
"tell me what happened to your hand. i want to know." his attention drops instantly to where you’re pointing. then he reacts subtly, almost too late. he curls his fingers slightly as if to hide it, but stopping before he fully closes his hand. the injury is still visible. a clean, uneven cut across his palm, recently dressed but already faintly stained through the edge of the wrapping.
"it's nothing serious, my lady." he starts, voice careful and even. "just apart of my duties."
"what part of your duties requires you to have bleeding hands?" you look at him, raising an eyebrow.
"my duties involve assisting wherever needed," he says after a moment, voice steady. “not all tasks will be predictable. the crate was heavier than expected. i misjudged it when securing the corner."
"you mean to tell me that a crate cut you open like a fish?" you blink, seeing through his lie.
you hold out your hand, "give me your hand." he hesitates for only a fraction of a second, just enough to register that you’re actually serious, before carefully shifting his injured hand forward.
he places it in your open palm.
up close, the cut is clearer. not deep enough to be life-threatening, but enough to sting sharply. the dressing around it is already slightly worn at the edges, clearly not tended to properly.
"this was clearly done by a knife." you look at him, running a finger gently over the wound. he flinches, and you notice.
you press down harder, and a small whimper leaves his lips. his shoulders stiffen, his jaw clenches tightly.
"my lady," he says quietly, "it hurts when you do that.."
you hum, smoothing your finger up and down the bandage. "but," you look up at him, "you like that, don't you?"
he doesn’t pull away, but his fingers tense in your hold, like he’s forcing himself not to react more.
"i asked you a question." you say, catching his attention once again.
he looks up at you, and that same fire burns through your lower abdomen now. "i am not sure how to respond to that, my lady." he admits bashfully.
"with honesty," you say, dropping his hand from your grasp.
"then yes. it felt nice, coming from you my lady." there’s no playfulness in his tone.
you blink in surprise that he was actually honest. you hum softly, leaning back in your seat.
the heat in your body is bothering you now. it's too strong to ignore, like someone struck a match beneath your ribs and let the flame burn.
"..are you permanently assigned to me?" you ask, turning back to him.
the question seems to catch him slightly off guard. he straightens a little, as if adjusting back into duty.
“i am assigned to the outer escort rotation for your household,” he answers carefully. “so, not permanently, my lady. i rotate between posts. but while you are outside the estate, i am your escort."
"who gave you those orders?" you ask him, a small pout forming on your face.
his gaze flickers up for a moment. “…is there a concern, my lady?”
"answer my question first." you nudge his calf with your foot gently.
"…the head of the estate guard rotation," he replies carefully. "the order came through your household steward, under your father’s direction."
"ignore them." you wave your hand dismissively. "i want you on my rotation. you are staying with me."
it looks like he genuinely doesn’t process the words properly.
he nearly chokes, "pardon me, my lady?" he doesn't believe he heard you correctly.
his gaze flickers up briefly, then away again. "do you mean… during today’s escort duty?"
"i want you to escort me everywhere, anytime i want." you speak softly, resting your chin on your hand. “not random guards i don’t know.”
"…that is not a simple request," he says carefully. his posture straightens slightly.
"escort assignments are rotated to prevent overexposure and maintain security protocol."
you barely process his words, "i don't care. you're on my team from now on."
"..my lady," he says carefully, "that is not something I can decide." for a second, he looks genuinely uncertain how to respond without overstepping or possibly offending you.
glancing back at him, you notice the fear on his face. "oh, relax. if it makes you feel any better, i'll ask my father about it."
"…if your father approves a reassignment," he says slowly, "then I will follow the order given."
his eyes lift briefly to yours. "however, escort rotations are handled for security reasons. consistency with a single guard is not usually recommended."
he hesitates, before speaking softly again, "that said… I will not refuse a direct instruction if it is officially issued."
"it's officially issued by me that you are with me from now on." you reply quickly, sitting up.
"may I ask what makes you certain about this decision, my lady?" he asks.
"you entertain me." you admit honestly. "what's your name?" you weren't one hundred percent sure if joo-mi even had the correct name.
"lee heeseung, my lady." he bows his head in respect.
your gaze drifts back to his face again, and reluctantly, you have to admit it probably influenced your decision a little too.
because unfortunately for you, heeseung is extremely attractive.
but for some reason, you can't stop this insatiable feeling that you got when you first looked heeseung in the eyes. and no, it wasn't just because of his pretty face.
you sigh softly, and heeseung notices the agitation.
"my lady, are you feeling alright?" he asks softly, leaning closer.
you shake your head, "it feels so hot in here," you say, leaning back. you start to fan yourself, "..i feel so hot."
"would you like me to call somebody, my lady?" he asks softly, leaning a bit closer. as soon as he does that, you feel your lower region ache.
"..no." you sit-up, shaking your head. would it be shameful of you to ask a guard to relieve you? it’s definitely a breach of contract somehow, but that was for your father to worry about, not you.
"..come here." you ultimately decide, making space for him next to you.
heeseung obliges, blinking innocently. you almost feel bad for taking advantage of your position.
your cheeks heat up, and they’re about to burn brighter at the request you’re about to make. lowering your voice to a whisper, you speak. "..i want you to touch me."
heeseung’s eyes widen. "did i hear you correctly, my lady? you want me to touch-"
you cut him off immediately, clamping a hand over his big mouth. when you trust him to be silent again, you remove your hand.
"keep it down, will you?" you hiss, sighing. "..you know what, never mind."
you begin to fan yourself again, ignoring him out of embarrassment. after a few seconds, heeseung speaks up again.
"my lady," he starts, but you don’t turn toward him. heeseung calls out for you again, which finally makes you turn your head.
"what?" you glare at him, a soft frown on your lips.
"if you were asking me to relieve you,” he whispers this time, leaning closer. “i’d be willing to oblige you.”
you stare at him for a second, trying not to shy away from his gaze. taking a deep breath, you nod. “..please.”
“do i have permission to touch you, my lady?” you nod instantly, feeling the ache between your legs grow even more.
heeseung’s hands are immediately on yours. one hand slides under your robes to your front, spreading your thighs apart. he cups your pussy possessively.
his fingers are gentle at first, pushing your underwear to the side as he rubs at your folds with feather-light touches. he teases your entrance, circling but not penetrating.
you groan in annoyance at this, making him apologise swiftly, “sorry, my lady.” an apology leaves his lips, yes, but you don't miss the stupid grin on his face as he says it.
your wetness coats his fingers as he continues exploring your folds. “you’re so wet already,” he whispers softly, almost in admiration. it’s embarrassing - the way he's just gawking at the slick connecting his fingers to your cunt.
“can you keep it down?” you whisper back, turning your head away shyly.
“of course, my lady.” he agrees, shuffling closer to you. he lifts your thigh, granting him easier access to your slit. heeseung slip a single finger into you, letting out a quiet groan at the tightness wrapped around his finger.
you bring your hand to your own mouth to conceal your noises. heeseung pumps his finger slowly, revelling in your soft gasps and whimpers despite you attempting to muffle the noises.
a second finger joins the first, stretching you deliciously as he curls them just right - hitting that spongy spot. your toes curl, a louder whimper slipping from your lips.
when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles, your hand grips onto his wrist, nails digging into his skin.
that doesn’t stop his ministrations, though. heeseung continues to pump his fingers in and out of your sopping heat steadily.
“w-wait,” you whimper out, making him glance up at you. you use your hand to tug at his uniform, pressing your lips against his.
heeseung kisses you back hungrily, tongue delving into your mouth to taste you. he continues to move his fingers in you, redoubling his efforts even.
his thumb flicks over your clit rapidly, making you squeeze your thighs around his wrist. he can’t really move his fingers in and out if you do that, so he opts to curl his fingers inside you, finding that special spot that makes your toes curl.
he swallows a loud moan that definitely would’ve left your lips. when he finally pulls back, you’re both panting hard.
“my lady,” heeseung breathes out, “i can’t pleasure you if you keep shutting me out like this.” he breathes out, referring to the leg lock you currently have his wrist in.
you apologise softly, “i-i’m sorry,” you sputter, “it was just..a lot.” a smirk appears on heeseung’s lips at your words.
“my lady,” he speaks, and you look at him. “may i be granted permission to make you feel as good as you possibly can?”
you stare at him, confused at first. “you want permission to do anything?” heeseung nods at your words.
you’re hesitant, but he seems to know what he’s been doing this whole time. “..fine - i grant you permission."
he withdraws his fingers. heeseung grabs both of your wrists with one hand, holding them against your chest. he backs you further up into the seat, spreading your thighs with his knee.
now that you’re spread out for him, he plunges his fingers back in - making you gasp.
his pace is brutal now, practically fingerblasting you. the way his fingers piston in and out of your dripping pussy create obscene squelches that fill the usual silence of the carriage.
you squirm, thighs shaking the slighest. as a result of trying to silence yourself, you bite your lip so hard it actually starts bleeding. heeseung’s eyes lighten up at that.
heeseung leans in, “keep it down, my lady. otherwise the both of us will get into trouble.” he whispers, lips grazing the side of your ear.
you nod, whimpering softly. “i-i’m, ah- sorry.”
his thumb makes it’s way back to your clit, rubbing harder and firmer circles now. you can’t hold it back, your pussy fluttering around his digits. your stomach tightens, and after a few seconds - the coil releases, and you gush all over his fingers.
heeseung slowly pulls his fingers out as you pant softly, he also releases your wrists.
“did that satisfy you, my lady?” heeseung asks, and you can’t help but notice the cocky tone in his voice. you're still catching your breath though, so you don't care to humble him.
you hum softly, nodding in agreement. “..satisfied? yes, very.”
heeseung pats your robes back down, fixing your clothing for you. you also comb your fingers through your hair, trying to make it look like it did previously.
the atmosphere definitely probably smells like sex, it’s a confined space after all. you sit back, trying to catch your breath.
a knock breaks the moment. the both of you pause.
heeseung straightens immediately, posture resetting into something more formal.
"yes?" you ask softly, a little worried whoever it was at the door could tell what just went down.
"my lady, may i come in?" it was joo-mi.
"you may." you respond sitting back properly.
the latch clicks, and the door opens just enough for her to step inside. she pauses for half a second when she notices heeseung already seated opposite you, then quickly smooths her expression back into composure.
whatever thought flickers across her face is gone almost immediately, replaced with her usual expression.
“my lady,” she greets, bowing her head slightly.
"did you find what you were looking for, joo-mi?"
“yes, my lady,” she answers softly, a smile creeping up onto her face. “the stalls were as expected. i did not require much time. thank you for letting me do that." she bows her head again in appreciation.
her eyes flick briefly toward the space opposite you, just for a moment, not lingering.
“i also ensured your purchase was added safely to the carriage,” she adds, referring to the ribbon.
heeseung begins to move as if to stand, but joo-mi lightly raises a hand.
“stay seated,” she says politely, not unkindly. “there is no need to adjust for me."
"no, joo-mi, you can have your seat back." you correct. you look at heeseung, "you may leave. thank you for your time."
“understood, my lady,” he says at once. he stands, bowing his head. careful not to bump anything in the confined space of the carriage, his posture resets as he steps out of the carriage.
joo-mi glances toward you, a small teasing smirk on her face. it’s very subtle.
you notice it though. “what?” you ask immediately, eyes narrowing slightly.
“nothing, my lady.” she replies quickly, patting down the fabric of her sleeves in an attempt to smooth it out.
you stare at her, meanwhile she avoids your gaze. that lasts for around two seconds before she eventually loses composure, and ultimately makes eye contact with you.
“you seemed rather interested in that guard.” she says lightly.
you blink once. “i was just speaking with him.”
“yes,” joo-mi agrees, nodding her head. “for some amount of time.”
“there was nothing else for me to do while waiting.”
she hums, straightening her lips. the sound itself is enough to make your expression flatten.
joo-mi lowers her gaze politely again, though her small grin never disappears.
“he is very handsome,” she adds after a moment.
you immediately look away toward the carriage curtains, out the window. “that had nothing to do with it.”
“..of course, my lady.” joo-mi agrees out of respect, despite seeing through your lie.
outside, the faint sound of guards shifting into position can be heard.
“we will be departing shortly, my lady,” she says gently, and you nod.
“are we going back to the estate?” you ask, unsure of what you’re even doing next.
“we can go wherever you’d like, my lady.” joo-mi says, reaching for the handle of the door. “would you like me to ask the guards to take us elsewhere?”
"no." you shake your head, "i want to go back home, please."
joo-mi pauses for a split second, but nods anyway. "of course, my lady." there’s no disappointment in her voice or an attempt to persuade you otherwise.
she slides the carriage door open slightly and relays the instruction to the guards outside.
“we will return to the estate.” voices from outside respond to her in acknowledgment.
movement outside the carriage begins. through the small opening of the carriage window, you briefly catch sight of heeseung again near the escort line. snow catches faintly in his dark hair before melting almost immediately.
joo-mi reaches for the carriage door, closing it once more. inside, warmth settles around you again, quieter now than before.
joo-mi sits across from you, studying your expression carefully before speaking.
“was the market too much today?” she asks gently.
you stare at your hands for a second before answering. "a little, yes."
she nods like she already knew. “then going home is the right choice.”
outside, the carriage finally begins moving again. you sit back in your chair, shutting your eyes. your breathing gradually slows with the movement of the carriage.
the next moment, or it feels as though, you awaken. joo-mi is calling out for you, “my lady,” joo-mi says gently. “we’re back.”
your eyes open slowly. for a second, everything feels blurred together, but you blink, once, twice - and it's clearer.
you straighten slightly in your seat, rubbing at one eye tiredly.
“…already?” your voice comes out softer than intended, still heavy with sleep.
“you slept through most of the journey home, my lady.”
you glance briefly toward the curtained window beside you. it’s darker outside now than before, evening fully settled over the estate grounds.
"how is it already evening? we left early morning, no?" for some reason, your chest feels oddly light. you take another look, genuinely perplexed.
joo-mi pauses at that. “…we did.”
you pull the curtain aside slightly, staring out at the estate grounds again. lanterns have already been lit along the pathways, their warm glow reflects against the snow.
your confusion deepens. the market trip hadn’t felt long enough for this and neither had the ride home. you glance back toward joo-mi. “how long was i asleep?”
she blinks, then slowly looks toward the carriage window herself, as though only now properly registering the darkness outside. “…i’m not certain,” she admits quietly.
you kind of just stare at her, before letting your shoulders loosen in carelessness. whatever.
the thing is, joo-mi is always certain. always aware of time, schedules, routes. but now even she looks unsettled, gaze lingering toward the evening sky outside the carriage. “it should not be this late,” she says after a moment, mumbling to herself more than to you.
the carriage door opens, a different guard stands outside this time, one you vaguely recognize from the estate grounds but not by name. "my lady," he says respectfully, extending a hand out to you. "we have arrived back at the estate."
you take his hand, stepping down from the platform. "tell me, how is it night already?" you ask the guard, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion.
"you have been out of the estate the whole day, my lady." he responds casually. that makes you pause mid-step, your grip loosens slightly as you look up at him, perplexed.
you glance around once instinctively, everything feels strangely quiet. all of the guards that had originally come with you were surrounding the carriage, preparing for it to be put away, but heeseung was nowhere to be seen.
"hm." you hum, letting go of the guard's hand. "thank you."
“of course, my lady,” he replies, dipping his head in acknowledgement.
but your memory doesn’t feel like a full day, it feels put together, like it was fake or something, maybe.
joo-mi steps closer behind you, noticing your expression immediately. “my lady?” she asks softly. “are you feeling unwell again?”
the guard shifts his stance slightly, attentive now but not alarmed.
you blink once, then slowly shake your head. "no,” you say, though it comes out uncertain even to your own ears. "i'm fine. i would like to return to my quarters, please."
this was strange. there was no way it would've cost you the entire day to ride to the market, spend some time there, and return. you should've had the entire afternoon and more left, so why was nobody questioning it?
behind you, joo-mi steps closer, falling naturally into pace as you begin walking toward the estate doors.
“shall I prepare warm water for you again?” she asks gently, as if nothing about the day was unusual at all.
as the doors of the estate open ahead of you, you shake your head. "yes, please."
joo-mi nods her head in acknowledgment, walking down the empty hallway with you. she escorts you to your room, she pauses, bowing her head slightly. “i will return shortly with your bath,” she says.
you nod, already half distracted, fingers intertwining with each other as if to calm yourself. “thank you.”
joo-mi walks off, and you take a seat on one of the chairs near the window, letting your hands rest in your lap.
you sort of daze off until she comes back.
being a noblewoman was boring in a way that never really changed. always waiting, always being prepared for something that never quite felt like it belonged to you.
there was nothing for you to do except sit, behave, and eventually be married off into another household that would decide your next set of rules for you. there was nothing you were allowed to do alone, either.
your father had noticed. he tried to entertain you in your own way, but you assumed it was hard considering there was nobody around your age within the estate aside from joo-mi. your father wouldn't allow for it. it was a surprise that he was agreeing to marry you off this year, but he probably deemed you as old enough.
she was kind and familiar, but still part of the structure of your life, not outside it. there wasn’t really anyone who felt like they existed in your world without purpose or permission. joo-mi wasn't there because she enjoyed your company, she was there because she had to be.
you barely saw your father either, and your mother was dead. it didn't hurt much to think about now, it was many years ago.
your father never moved on, though. he never really let you drift too far from his grasp. after the death of your mother, something in him must have tightened
you let out a small breath, leaning back slightly in your chair. boring wasn’t even the right word anymore. it honestly felt like you were already dead, but unluckily in hell. your punishment was eternal boredom.
a soft knock catches your attention, and you turn toward the door.
"my lady?" joo-mi calls quietly, "your bath is ready. may i come in?"
you blink once, "come in."
the door opens almost immediately.
joo-mi steps inside, “i’ve prepared it at the temperature you prefer,” she says gently.
you nod, standing up from where you're sat.
joo-mi hesitates for just a moment before speaking again, her voice softer now. "you seem tired, my lady. would you like me to stay nearby you while you bathe?"
"no, thank you, joo-mi." you politely decline as she closes the door to your room behind you. "i'd prefer if i was alone."
joo-mi nods, escorting you to the bathroom, she opens the door for you. "It's ready for you, my lady."
joo-mi remains behind you, hands folded. “i will be just outside if you need anything,” she adds softly.
you nod at her words, before walking in and shutting the door behind you.
you exhale slowly, slipping off the outer material of your gown. you're about to take off the next layer of clothing as well, but you pause.
your mind backtracks to what you thought about earlier, and you didn't want to marry some random man.
your left foot touches the water, then your right follows, sinking in slowly until you’re ankle deep in the bath.
the idea of marriage lingers again at the back of your mind. it's not like getting married would make you any happier. if anything, it would make you feel worse. it makes your gut feel weird. like the concept of a life like that belongs to another version of you that isn’t standing here right now.
the water rises as you lower yourself into the bath, still fully clothed. the fabric clings to your skin as it absorbs the hot water. you settle in until you’re fully seated.
if you disappeared, then you wouldn't be obligated to do anything your father asked you of.
plus, it's not like he'd even notice if his daughter was gone or not. despite living within the same estate, massive or not, you only saw him once a few months.
and even then, the conversations between the two of you are brief, structured, and formal. like a meeting arranged between obligations rather than a father and daughter talking.
you sink further in, water up to your collarbones now.
you thought of joo-mi. maybe she would be sad if you were to leave her, but she would get over it ultimately. the two of you weren't friends, she was an employee to your father.
the bath remains still around you, only small ripples forming when you shift slightly. your thoughts don’t feel loud anymore.
they feel… flat.
there's no substance behind them, they don't feel real. you don't even notice yourself sinking further into the water, the hot steam coming from it applying warm pressure onto your face.
it reaches your jaw, then your lips, which you clamp shut. then your nose, and you stop inhaling.
you shut your eyes too when the water comes up high enough. before you know it, you're fully submerged in it, drowning peacefully.
you think it's peaceful at least, till it's not.
your lungs start to burn, hurting your insides like an uncontrolled fire. on instinct, you straighten quickly, pulling yourself more upright in the bath and lifting your face fully above the water, coughing and sputtering.
your hands press lightly against the edge of the tub for stability.
joo-mi's voice rings from outside, alarmed. "my lady, are you alright in there?"
you don't look up, eyes forward on the water before you. tears start to leak from those same eyes. "..i'm fine, thank you." your voice comes out steadier than you thought it would, to be honest.
on the other side of the door, you hear her shift closer. “are you sure?” she asks again, more carefully this time. she isn't pressuring you into answering, but she doesn't sound convinced.
"yes, i'm fine." you feel more tears streaming down your cheeks. "please leave. i want to be completely alone."
joo-mi speaks again, quieter than before. “..as you wish, my lady.” you hear her foot steps retreating down the hallway, echoing.
your eyes sting before you even fully register it, and it isn't because of the bath water entering them. you shut your eyes, trying to force it away. you stay still, hands remaining braced against the bath’s edge until your breathing begins to settle again, hiccuping softly.
there's footsteps approaching, but you don't register it, even though it sounds like they're already in the same room as you.
then, a light brush of fingers moving the hair stuck to your face. that makes you blink wide open, meeting familiar eyes.
it's heeseung, the guard from earlier, crouching before you. he wasn't supposed to or allowed to be here. you flinch back instinctively.
he pulls his fingers back too, his expression blank. but he doesn't look the same, something about his face is off.
"why are you crying, pretty girl?" he speaks, tone way more mature than when you had previously spoken to him. your throat tightens before you can answer.
heeseung tilts his head slightly, studying you when you don't answer. "is it your father again?" he reaches forward again, hand cupping the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheekbones gently.
"what..? what are you talking about?" you don't bother moving back this time, simply letting him touch you. you didn't care enough at this point. it all felt like a dream, anyway.
"you know what i'm talking about." he says your name after, whispering it softly. he drops his hand from your face. his hand lowers to his side, fingers flexing once like he’s resisting the urge to reach for you again.
"do you want me to kill him?"
the words don’t even settle properly before your face twists in disbelief.
your eyebrows furrow, and you look up at him like he's insane, which he must be for threatening to kill a nobleman.
"have you gone insane?" it comes out sharper than you meant it to, but it fits the way your chest is suddenly tight again. this time not from crying, but from the genuine shock you felt from his words.
heeseung doesn’t react the way you expect. there is no denial, or embarrassment, or any hint of backtracking his words. instead, his gaze is steady on you, face unreadable.
"no. what makes you think that?" his words make you lean back further into the bath away from him. suddenly you regret sending joo-mi off.
heeseung sighs, still crouched before you. "don't look at me like that, god." he clenches his teeth, and that's when you see the sharp fang.
he isn't normal, he isn't a human.
for a second, everything goes too still. even the water feels like it’s stopped moving around you.
heeseung notices immediately. he exhales through his nose, slower this time. his jaw loosens, but the damage is already done
your breath catches so hard it hurts. your eyes widen, and you try pull yourself out of the water. you've barely made it anywhere before your slammed onto the floor chest first with supernatural strength, upper body out of the water but your lower half is not.
a pained whimper leaves your lips, cold tile presses against your cheek, wet hair sticking to your skin. it was painful and overstimulating.
“hey.” his voice is different now, deeper. he sounds annoyed, almost. "stop moving."
you stop, stilling your body. the grip he had on your back relents, and he let's go entirely. "why are you doing this to me?" you mumble out, tired.
in the small amount of time he had you pinned down, it felt like you were about to die, and you already concluded you wouldn't have even minded at this point.
"i'm not doing this to you." his gaze drops to your body, clothes tightly clung to your frame. "you panicked. i just didn't want you to hurt yourself."
you deem it safe enough to turn, sitting up on your rear. "i meant, why are you here, doing this to me?" you use your hands to gesture to everything.
he ignores your question, leaning in again. his fingers touch the damage done to your face from him slamming you down so hard. it was cut slightly, and would definitely bruise.
"don't cry." his thumb wipes at a tear you didn't even know you had. "does it hurt?"
you shake your head, surprising yourself as to why you're so relaxed about this. heeseung shuts his eyes, almost as if he's savouring something.
"i'm sorry, i didn't want to do this so soon." you're about to question him on whatever that means, but he's on you before you can open your mouth.
he leans in, jaw angled to fit your neck. you feel his lips graze, tongue licking a spot on your neck and it tickles. the ticklish feeling is soon over after you feel something sharp sink into your neck, hard and fast.
you nearly scream, but he quickly covers your mouth with the palm of his hand. tears stream down your face from the pain, but he doesn't stop.
he continues sucking, your blood, you presume. the pretty man you wanted as a guard wasn't as innocent as you deemed he was. he was a blood-sucking vampire.
the moment his fangs pierced through your skin, a wave of euphoria is sent right through his body. his throat bobs with each swallow, the sound of him sucking echoing through the quiet room, aside from your pained gasps. the hunger that had been clawing at his insides for centuries started to subside.
heeseung could feel your heartbeat fluttering rapidly. he could hear it too.
your limbs feel weak, especially your hands. they're on his chest and shoulder, trying to push him away but it doesn't work. he grabs one of your wrists, then the other, holding them with his fingers.
your head doesn't feel any better, completely dizzy. you feel as if you're about to pass out, but he pulls away. blood leaks from his perfect lips, he licks at it before it can drip onto the floor. heeseung's hand catches the back of your head before it can fall to the floor.
"you taste so sweet," he reminisces, resisting the urge to go back for seconds. using his hand on the back of your head, he brings you closer to him - licking a stripe up on your open wounds slowly, not letting any go to waste.
"that was payback for earlier in the carriage." you can barely hold eye contact, feeling drained. heeseung notices you about to pass out, but he shakes your head, jolting you back. "no, you can't pass out on me now, baby."
you almost don't catch the pet name, not that you could bring yourself to care anyway. eyes landing on him, they focus.
"who are you..?" you gasp out weakly, slowly regaining your strength.
that small smile appears again, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. if anything, it looks like it hurts him to make it at all.
“hmm,” he exhales softly, almost disappointed, but not in you. more so in the situation.
he looks away for a second, jaw tightening as if he’s frustrated. “it's okay, you’re not supposed to remember everything at once anyway,” he adds, softer. “it doesn’t work like that.”
you have zero clue on what he could be talking about, but before you can even ask him, he sighs again.
his face looks like he's contemplating something, chewing his lip before finally settling. he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "i'll be back for you, don't worry." the way he says your name feels so intimate in the moment, despite it coming from a random man. or well, you thought he was a random man.
heeseung lowers you onto the cold tiles gently, before purposefully knocking a vase to the floor. it echoes through the bathroom, and it's safe to assume it echoes through the hallway enough to be heard from outside.
panicked footsteps come toward the bathroom, and heeseung winks at you, before disappearing in thin air. you gawk.
what the hell just happened?
you barely have anytime to think before joo-mi's voice comes from the other side of the door. "my lady! are you alright in there?"
you don't reply, hoping she'll get the hint to come in and help you, in which she does. "my apologises, my lady, but i have to prioritises your safety." she pushes open the door.
when she sees you laying on the floor, joo-mi immediately rushes over. "my lady!" her hands hover for half a second, before she carefully touches your shoulder, checking you over with precision.
“are you hurt?” she asks quickly, voice controlled but clearly shaken. “can you breathe properly?” her hands push your hair away, in attempt to keep it neat but then her eyes widen.
she sees the two holes in your neck, bite marks.
"oh my god." her hand freezes mid motion in your hair.
then she pulls back slightly, eyes locking onto your neck properly now. the bite marks are unmistakable. joo-mi's expression shifts fast, shock going to alarmed.
"my lady,” she says quickly, helping you upright gently. "don't move. i'll be back soon. you're safe now." she stands.
the door shuts behind her with a decisive click, leaving the bathroom in silence.
the awful sting and dull ache at your neck, pulsing was a simple reminder that what happened wasn’t a dream or panic or confusion.
it was actually real.
your body feels heavy in a different way now. it wasn't just weakness, but exhaustion catching up all at once. the kind that makes even sitting upright feel like effort.
you wanted to go to sleep.
joo-mi returns quickly with your estate's apothecary, as well as your father's steward.
joo-mi returns first, and behind her is the estate’s apothecary. your father’s steward follows close after, his expression immediately hardening the moment he sees the state of you.
“move aside,” the apothecary says quickly, dropping to his knees beside you without hesitation. he looks at your neck, then your face, then your pulse point.
"what happened here?" the steward asks, to which nobody responds.
“bite marks,” the apothecary says simply, already reaching for bandages and a small vial. “they are recent. not deep enough to be fatal, but she’s lost blood.”
“i found her like this,” she says, voice clearly on edge. “someone was in the room.”
the steward’s expression hardens immediately. “no one enters this wing without being cleared, and the guards would have seen them.
the apothecary gently tilts your chin, taking in the severity of your wounding.
suddenly, you feel a harsh pang on the side of your temples. it's sudden enough that your breath catches slightly before you can stop it. you hear voices around you speaking, and a pair of arms catching you before you fall.
shutting your eyes, you feel everything around you blur.
you wake up in your office cubicle, hair sprawled all over. a thin layer of sweat sticks to your neck and forehead, and when you try to move, your head throbs sharply, a dull, lingering ache right behind your temples.
what a weird dream.
the girl in it seemed so familiar though. like her face and the feeling of her presence felt so real.
and not to mention heeseung being in your dream, as some weird, freaked out vampire.
the dream version of him had felt familiar though. familiar in a way that got under your skin. even thinking of him in that concept made your chest tighten.
had you gotten way too deep into the enhypen loophole? should you go get some therapy..? maybe this was the aftermath of going to a concert, or something.
you stare at the black screen of your computer a while longer, trying to recount everything that happened.
“…what the hell,” you mutter under your breath.
it felt so real.
you exhale through your nose, letting it go as you always do when a dream doesn’t make sense to you.
your hand reaches for your neck, where the bite happened. you aren't expecting much, just skin. maybe some sweat from sleeping awkwardly at your desk.
but the moment your fingertips press beneath your jaw, pain flares sharply. you blink, sitting up properly. pulling out your phone, you open up the front camera, angling it toward your neck.
there's nothing. no bite marks, or bruising. it's just your skin.
a breath leaves your lungs shakily, somewhere between relief and embarrassment. “right,” you mutter quietly to yourself. “obviously.”
shrugging it off, you pat your hair down. you stand, stretching your arms. the weirdest part of all of this was that the headache you just had is practically gone. as if it were never there in the first place.
another thing you noticed was that it wasn't typical of you to have dreams midday. it was typically only when you were sleeping through the night.
it was pretty late at night now, and nobody else was at the office aside from a few of your co-workers. the building felt different at this hour.
picking up your items and putting them into your bag, sliding notebooks and loose items into your bag one by one. your mind keeps circling back to the dream.
a voice calling you “my lady." you pause briefly, then zip your bag shut.
no point overthinking it. you stand, shoulders rolling back as you sling the bag over one arm and glance around the office one last time.
you start walking toward the exit, your footsteps echo softly down the corridor, footsteps echoing in the near empty building.
and for a brief second, just as you pass the glass reflection of the hallway windows, it almost feels like you’re not entirely alone like you assumed.
but when you turn your head, there’s nothing there, just your reflection. was your mind playing tricks on you?
okay, you felt weird now. that weird headache was back too, but it was way worse this time.
a sharp pulse comes from behind your temples so suddenly that your vision blurs for a second. you stop walking immediately, one hand catching the edge of the hallway wall before your knees can fully give out beneath you.
that doesn't really help though, because they do give out and the next thing you know, you hit the floor once again. your knees hit first, then your shoulder catches awkwardly against the carpeted floor of the corridor hard enough to force the air from your lungs.
the pain sparks throughout your body, but it’s overtaken immediately by the pounding in your head. what was happening? this was honestly starting to annoy you, all the constant deliriousness and sudden passing out.
another pulse of pain blooms behind your eyes. the tension eases from your body, and your eyes slip shut. the last thing you register before consciousness leaves you entirely is the feeling of someone kneeling beside you.
when you wake up, you're in the infirmary. the first thing you take in is the smell. herbs. the scent is strong enough to sting your nose slightly.
you open your eyes, vision immediately being filled with the sight of a wooden ceiling. your gaze travels downwards, and you notice the heavy blankets laid out on top of you.
you push yourself up too quickly and instantly regret it when dizziness washes through your body. a hand reaches out, steadying you.
“my lady.” it's joo-mi. relief floods her face so fast. "you’re awake,” she breathes out.
she’s kneeling beside the bedding laid out in the infirmary room, hair slightly disheveled, which gives you the impression that she hasn't rested since you passed out. there are dark circles beneath her eyes now you don’t remember being there before.
joo-mi's here but even your own father isn't. typical.
"joo-mi," you sit up, slower this time. "what happened..?" your throat feels dry when you speak. "how long have i been out for?"
“you've been out for three days after you collapsed,” she says gently. “the apothecary said the blood loss and shock caused you to pass out."
your fingers reach up, ghosting over where the bite would've been. this time, your fingers come in contact with bandages, making you wince.
joo-mi notices immediately. “my lady,” she says softly, leaning closer. “be careful. the apothecary said not to touch the dressing.”
your hand instinctively flies down, "my apologies."
giving you a reassuring look, joo-mi shakes your head. "it's alright, my lady." she leans down, sitting back down on her knees. "the estate has been secured, so don't worry about anything."
"thank you, joo-mi." you say, genuinely grateful for her concern."
joo-mi’s expression softens immediately at your thanks. “it is my duty to care for you, my lady,” she says quietly. "though, if it is alright with you, may i ask what happened? do you remember your attacker, my lady?"
your eyes snap back to her, "my attacker..?" memories flash back. yeah, you were attacked by a vampire, and he put you into danger but your curiosity took over.
"that wasn’t enough to bring your memory back?"
yes, he hurt you. the bandages around your neck were proof of that.
why had he spoken to you like he already knew you? why did he sound disappointed instead of surprised when you didn’t remember him?
and the worst of all, why did part of you feel like you should?
joo-mi notices your distant expression immediately. “my lady?” she asks softly, concern creeping back into her voice.
you blink, "i don't remember." you admit, looking down at your lap. "how am
her expression softens as she watches you lower your gaze to your lap, "that's alright my lady. are you feeling hungry? your food is ready, i just have to go and get it."
when she mentions it, there is a faint emptiness in your stomach. you nod, "a little."
joo-mi rises from her knees, patting her skirt down, her expression filled with relief. "that's good. the apothecary said you should eat as soon as possible."
then she slides the door open quietly and disappears into the corridor. "i'll be back soon, my lady."
the infirmary falls silent again.
you're sat in bed, staring at the wall in front of you. your body still feels heavy from exhaustion, so you finally exhale and lean back slightly against the bedding. then the candle beside the far wall flickers, and the temperature in the room drops.
a quiet voice breaks the silence from somewhere behind you. "why didn't you tell her the truth?"
your pulse jumps instantly.
when you turn your head, heeseung's standing in the darkened corner as if he's been standing there since forever. his expression is calm as he steps closer toward you.
“how did you—”
“you think the guards can stop me?" heeseung says quietly, his gaze drifts briefly toward the bandages around your neck.
your lips form a small pout, annoyed at heeseung's ego. "fine. why are you here?"
"i wanted to see you." his honesty confuses you. had he not tried to kill you just a few days ago?
it's almost like he read your thoughts. "i know how that sounds," he says quietly, looking back at your neck. "but if I intended to kill you, you wouldn’t be alive right now."
instead, your curiosity returns. “why did you bite me?” you ask, voice flat out of annoyance. heeseung's been avoiding telling you the truth this whole time, and it's irritating.
"i thought that it would help you remember me. it did last time."
your brows knit together immediately, "last time?" you repeat, sharper now. heeseung's expression shifts, hurt washes over his features.
"..you’re not supposed to be remembering it in pieces," he says quietly. "it’s supposed to come back all at once."
he exhales softly, before speaking again.
"and I was trying to make sure you didn’t forget me again." heeseung comes closer to you, but you don't flinch away this time. you believed him when he said he would've killed you if he actually wanted to.
the space between you feels different this time, not dangerous or threatening. heeseung reaches out, cupping your cheek. his touch is surprisingly gentle this time.
'please don't snap my neck.'
that's all you're thinking of at this current moment. heeseung's face contorts into something similar of hurt, even though you never said it out loud. it's like he read your mind or something.
you know, he probably can read your mind. he's a vampire, why wouldn't you think of that? that explains it all, to be honest - how he's been able to recognise how you're feeling constantly.
vampires were controversial anyway.
half the court didn’t even believe they existed anymore, despite their being clear evidence of it such as old records sealed away in restricted archives or unexplained deaths. you always believed they were real, anyway.
your father hated them. a vampire is what took your mother away, after all. the details were never fully explained to you, anyway.
so you grew up with the idea already carved into your mind - that they were real, and they were dangerous, and they were the reason something important in your life had already been taken away. in theory, you should hate him and you should be terrified.
you should've been calling for guards the second he appeared inside this room.
your father would be horrified. the mere idea of you willingly sitting this close to a vampire would probably send him into a fit of rage severe enough for the entire estate to hear.
the thought comes bitterly this time.
because where even was he? you nearly died. your focus snaps back to heeseung, and suddenly the closeness feels too noticeable again. he drops his hand from your face, instead, he shifts and sits down beside you on the edge of the bed.
"so, you really don’t remember me." heeseung says quietly.
you frown immediately. “why do you keep saying that? that isn't giving me much insight."
"because it’s true."
your brows knit together. "i told you already, i don’t know what you’re talking about."
his gaze is unreadable for a second, but then he looks back, locking eyes with you. "in your past life,” he says quietly, "you were mine." your eyes widen.
heeseung's words settle in your stomach, it feels weird. "..yours?" you almost didn't believe it. a presumably centuries old vampire was claiming that you were his wife in your past life, how crazy did that sound? you stare at him, blankly. "you don't actually expect me to believe you, right?"
heeseung scoffs softly and straightens up from where he’d been leaning closer to you.
"i mean," he says dryly, "not really. you were a lot easier to convince last time."
his words make you pause instantly. "last time?" you repeat slowly. then your expression changes. "..how many times has this happened?"
for the first time since entering the infirmary, heeseung goes completely silent. as if he’s debating whether answering honestly is a good idea.
"heeseung, answer me."
his gaze lowers briefly before lifting back to yours again. "..three."
your eyes widen immediately. "three?!" you whisper harshly, breaking composure for the first time. "you’re telling me i've died three times?"
"you've reincarnated three times." he corrects softly.
"that isn't any better."
a faint flicker of amusement almost appears on his face before disappearing just as quickly.
"i mean, you remembered faster the second time," he murmurs, almost to himself.
you stare at him in disbelief. he continues, "but that time, you did throw a vase at my head."
your face scrunches up slightly, ignoring his dig at you. "how have i died three times? have you killed me all three?" you scoff.
heeseung is taken aback by your question, maybe even offended that you'd even assume that. "why would i kill my lover?"
before you can respond, he reaches over. his fingers settle against your forehead. you tense slightly on instinct, but all he does is flick it gently. "silly girl. you really do think the worst of me, hm?"
you feel a little disrespected that he thought he could just do that and get away with it. you were a noblewoman, after all.
something in you reacts immediately, you swat his hand away. "don’t do that." you snap, more offended than frightened now. you straighten slightly in bed, "i'm a noblewoman, you can't just touch me like that."
that earns a slight tilt of his head. "but you let me touch you back in the carriage, hm?" he says teasingly, making your face burn red.
"you still react the same way," heeseung mumbles. it feels weird that he's comparing you to yourself, yet you don't remember being her.
"how did you even manage to find out it was me?" you ask, curious about the whole reincarnation thing. heeseung looks a little surprised at your question. "does that mean you knew the whole time in the carriage? were you the one that manipulated with the time of day?" you continue spouting, making him press a finger to your lips, shutting you up effectively.
your words come faster as you think through it, the questions stacking on top of each other until you barely pause for breath.
"oh, so you noticed the time was off?" heeseung smiles, pulling his finger away.
"how could i not? and answer my other question - how did you know it was me?"
"..you always reincarnate into the same body." he begins quietly. "of course it changes with circumstances - like age, but i can always tell that it's you." heeseung sighs softly, a small smirk creeping up onto his face. "and you always smell the same."
if you were stupid, you definitely would've missed the seductive tone in his voice, making you flinch back slightly. "..that is inappropriate."
"you're my wife, why would it be?" the words land flatly, like it's the easiest thing for him to say.
a small blush covers the apple of your cheeks, making you look away in retaliation. "not in this life," you scoff.
"that can be easily arranged, baby." heeseung says, leaning over, picking your chin up between his fingers - making you look at him.
you wrap your fingers around his wrist, attempting to pull him away but he doesn't relent, making you give up pretty easily. "..there isn't a chance that i would've willingly married a pervert like you."
heeseung smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. instead of responding, he leans in, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, you freeze.
"relax, pretty." heeseung reassures gently, punctuating his words with a slow, deliberate lick along your jugular. the bandages are thin, and you can feel his fangs grazing the sensitive skin without breaking it. your face is beet red at this point, and you're sweating nervously.
he nuzzles further into the crook of your neck, body nearly on top of yours. you're tensed up, but heeseung doesn't care. after all, you're still the same woman he's loved all this time. "you'll let me have another taste, right? i've missed you. you took ages to come back this time around."
heeseung's fingers lightly push at the bandages around your neck when you don't respond, continuing to speak, "i didn't mean for last time to be so rough," he admits, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. "i was just caught up in the moment."
he lifts his head from your neck, making eye contact with you. from this angle, he looked harmless - you had trusted that face once, or at least, something in you reacts like you had.
you take a deep breath, overwhelmed. "will you leave me alone if i let you..?"
"no." heeseung replies back simply, "you're mine again. why would i let you go once more?" his answer makes you scoff.
he leans back in once more, one hand slides down the side of you and rests at your hip, fingers squeezing gently.
"why would you even bother asking if you were just gonna do it anyway?" you mumble in annoyance. heeseung doesn't respond verbally. you can feel his fangs graze across your pulse again, marking exactly where it's gonna hurt. his empty hand grabs the back of your head gently, fingers tangling in your hair.
in one swift motion, he sinks his sharp teeth into the soft flesh of your neck. a soft whimper leaves your lips as you shut your eyes, trying to bear with the pain. you can almost exactly how much blood is leaving your body with each second. his fingers dig into your hip, pulling you closer to him, you shuffle forward with no surrender.
footsteps cut through the corridor outside, fast and urgent. the door slide open sharply.
"my lady!" joo-mi rushes in first, breath caught, eyes instantly locking onto you. relief flashes across her face for half a second before it tightens into panic when she sees heeseung beside you.
right behind her walks in the estate apothecary follows quickly, already holding a prepared medical kit, a guard following closely behind.
and then your father. he stops at the threshold.
for a moment, the entire room is silent. his eyes take in everything at once. you're sitting weakly in bed as heeseung drains the life essence out of you.
heeseung finally pulls away, caring enough to turn back at the audience watching the two of you. you slump back onto the pillows, exhausted.
the air in the room shifts immediately. "..step away from her," your father says, voice low.
joo-mi moves forward quickly, but the guard pulls her back by the arm protectively. the apothecary doesn’t speak, but his grip tightens around his kit in fear.
heeseung, however, doesn’t rush to defend himself, he simply looks at your father, blood dripping out of his mouth, down his chin. a small grin forms onto his face, "i was waiting for you to arrive." heeseung says quietly.
the guard shifts forward half a step, hand near his weapon. "i said to step away." your father speaks again, making heeseung stand, hands up in mock surrender.
your father's eyes narrow at the movement like it still isn’t enough. "..a vampire," he says quietly, like the word itself is offensive.
heeseung doesn't even react, just taking a slow step back from your bed. that only seems to confirm everything in your father's mind.
"you dare stand in my daughter’s room," your father continues, voice tightening with restrained rage, "after what your kind has done to this family?"
heeseung sighs as if talking to these people were a chore.
your father doesn’t look away from heeseung for even a second. "i should have you executed where you stand." he says coldly.
"you could try." heeseung says, tone full of arrogance, which seems to upset your father further. you shut your eyes, barely able to remain conscious at this point.
"you think immortality makes you untouchable?" your father asks, "you're a lowly creature."
heeseung tilts his head slightly, ignoring his insult. "no," he says simply, "but experience does."
heeseung’s eyes drift briefly toward you again, the expression on his face changes. his eyes soften slightly.
before the guard can even draw his weapon, heeseung's gone - just like that.
your father's expression hardens immediately. "search the estate," he orders sharply.
the guard bows, "yes sir." he leaves the room immediately.
joo-mi finally rushes fully to your bedside the second heeseung is gone, kneeling beside you quickly. "my lady, are you hurt?" she asks in a rush, eyes searching over you anxiously.
you barely respond, a small hum leaving your lips.
the apothecary steps forward, examining your form, "please remain still," he says carefully, though his voice sounds slightly shaken.
your father stays where he is, still staring at the empty spot heeseung disappeared from. his gaze shifts over to you, jaw clenched.
"has she been bitten?" your father asks, not bothering to come any closer.
the apothecary hesitates but nods, "yes, she has, my lord."
your father doesn't speak for a moment, but after around thirty seconds he speaks. "call the executioner, now." you barely register his words, but did he really think he had the power to kill heeseung?
both the apothecary and joo-mi snap their heads toward your father. "what? my lord, you don't mean to-"
your father finally looks at you properly now, and something about his expression makes unease crawl beneath your skin. but it isn't grief, or is it relief that you survived.
it's calculation.
"yes, i do." your father interrupts the apothecary. "she's a risk." he finishes coldly.
for a second, you genuinely think you misheard him.
joo-mi looks horrified. "my lord," she says quickly, voice shaking slightly, "the lady was attacked, she is not at fault-"
"you think I don’t know what vampires do?" your father snaps.
silence fills the room immediately afterward. the apothecary's face is as pale as a ghost's.
your father's gaze remains fixed on you now, unwavering. "if he fed from her," he says, each word clipped and controlled, "then we do not know what he could have left behind."
joo-mi instinctively moves closer to your bedside.
"my lord, respectfully, there has been no sign of corruption," the apothecary says carefully. "her pulse is stable, her condition-"
"that creature stood beside her bed like he belonged there," your father says angrily. "and she let him."
that accusation stings you more than you expected. probably because it was actually true. weakly, you find your voice. "father.."
he doesn't even look at you.
"i want her gone by tonight." he says coldly, "make it quick."
"my lord, please, she is your daughter." joo-mi pleads, but he doesn't even listen to that. he walks out of the room after that.
the apothecary gives you a sympathetic look, and joo-mi already has tears falling down her cheeks.
they continue to stream freely down her face as she rushes closer to your bedside, grabbing your hands carefully like she’s terrified you’ll disappear if she lets go. "my lady.." her voice cracks badly. "i'm sorry, i should've been here with you."
you can barely process what just happened. your father had just ordered your execution.
"joo-mi, please." the apothecary pulls her away gently. he leans closer to you. "my lady, please forgive me." your throat tightens at his words.
fear suddenly floods your chest, sharp enough to cut through the exhaustion. the apothecary’s hands tremble as he uncaps a small vial.
a vial is pressed to your lips, before you are made to drink it.
"please," the apothecary says quietly, and somehow the grief in his voice is worse than if he sounded cold. "drink."
your body feels way too weak to fight properly. the liquid pours into your mouth bitter and burning, sliding down your throat before you can try turn away.
you can hear joo-mi's sobs. the apothecary shuts his eyes, as if he himself doesn't want to watch it.
"i added something to make you sleep first," he murmurs. "you should not feel much pain."
the edges of your vision darken slowly as the medicine settles deeper into your system. one thought repeats quietly in your mind.
'heeseung said he wouldn’t let you go again.'
those are the last words you ever think in that life time before your eyes shut for the last time.
there's low humming somewhere nearby. you assume it's air conditioning.
when you wake up again, you're in an unfamiliar room. your eyes open slowly. then you sit up abruptly, and almost immediately regret it. pain throbs behind your temples hard enough to make you wince.
"fuck.." you mutter, voice hoarse. the word sounds foreign after hearing nothing but formal speech for what felt like days. that was definitely the longest dream you'd had in ages. it was so strange.
you couldn't control yourself at all. it was like a series of events all played out for you. plus, you don't think you've ever died in a dream before - assuming that's what happened in the end.
your breathing quickens slightly as you look around properly now. this room wasn't the infirmary, it was a bedroom. modern-style, and completely unfamiliar.
you glance over. a dark hoodie hangs over the back of the chair nearby. from the looks of it, it belonged to a male. you sit up now, alarmed. the worst possibilities come to mind - did you get assaulted after you passed out..?
pushing the blanket draped over you off, you notice all of your clothes are still on and intact. your hand flies immediately to your neck, no andages this time. but the skin there still feels sensitive beneath your fingertips.
you sigh in relief, standing up. you take hesitant steps toward the bedroom door, pressing an ear to it. your legs still feel slightly weak beneath you, but at least they hold your weight this time.
surprisingly, there was no noise on the other side of it.
leaning back, your hand reaches for the handle, turning softly, not wanting to make any noise. the door opens with only the faintest click.
you peek out cautiously first, it's just an empty hallway.
your gaze flicks toward the front door instinctively, which you can barely see from here. it's locked.
three separate locks, actually.
"..okay," you whisper under your breath. that's mildly concerning.
you step out further anyway, bare feet silent against the floor. you gawk, actually - staring at your bare feet, because you definitely weren't the one to remove your shoes or socks.
a voice suddenly comes from somewhere behind you, "most people wait until they fully recover before they try to escape, you know?"
you nearly jump out of your skin.
spinning around sharply, you're met with lee heeseung - except this time, his hair isn't black. it's burgundy, definitely not natural like the last time you saw him.
well, that was in a dream to be fair.
your heart races, feeling heavy.
it's him.
the heeseung plastered across billboards, album photocards shoved into your drawers, performances you’d replayed at two in the morning when you couldn’t sleep.
your actual, real-life idol. your brain feels like it short-circuits.
"did all that work?" heeseung speaks again, leaning closer. this time, he doesn't hesitate to grab you by the waist, smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. his tongue forces it's way past your teeth, kissing you like he's trying to devour you whole and begging for forgiveness all at the same time.
you're dizzy, and confused. did he get the wrong girl? you kiss him back either way. one hand fists your hair gently, angling your head to deepen the kiss further. the other roams on your lower back, before finally resting on your hips.
when heeseung finally breaks away, you're both panting. he rests his forehead against yours, eyes heavy-lidded with clear desire. "i'm sorry for doing that to you." his jaw clenches in anger, like he's remembering a bad memory. "i never forgave myself after that day."
you blink, "..what?" you pant, out of breath. "doing what to me?"
heeseung tilts his head, pulling his head away but his hands are still on you, as if he's scared that if he lets go you'll disappear again. "hm." he inhales, "your dream. it was real. it was your memories in your past life."
for a second, your brain refuses to accept the sentence. real?
you stare at him, searching his face for any sign of joking. there isn't any. "what, you're actually a vampire and i've been reincarnated multiple times?" you joke, but heeseung's face is dead serious.
after a few seconds, he parts his lips, flashing his fangs.
your throat tightens at the sight.
"that doesn’t make sense," you whisper. "tell me something that happened in the dream, then."
"you let me get you off in the carriage." he says, a smug grin on his face as the words leave his mouth. your face heats up at the embarrassing memory.
"okay," you fold almost immediately. "i believe you." heeseung looks relieved at your words, but a little surprised too. to be honest though, you sort of believed in the whole red-string theory. if he's found you multiple times in each life time, then maybe it was meant to be.
that same teasing smirk you saw in your dream re-appears on his face.
"i think that's the shortest amount of time it's ever taken me to convince you." he says. "you're getting better at it."
you think about his words. you were a huge fan of him, at least in this life time, there wouldn't be a reason for you to deny him. he was the bias in your favourite group, after all. his voice interrupts your thoughts.
"oh, so you're a fan of my work?" heeseung asks coyly, leaning in closer. you lean back instinctively, face feeling hot.
"..you can't use your mind-reading thing against me." memories of your dream flash-back to you. mainly when heeseung left you to die, kind of.
heeseung opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. "mind you, you're basically the reason i died, and you bit me twice without my permission."
the teasing in heeseung’s face doesn’t disappear, but it softens. "i'm sorry." he wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. you indulge in his touch, but then he opens his mouth again. "plus, i asked you the second time."
you scoff, pulling away. "if my memory serves me correctly, i said no and you bit me anyway."
a guilty expression washes over his face. "you're right. i'm sorry, baby." the pet-name catches you off guard. especially since it's coming from lee heeseung of all people. maybe this was a dream too, and you were going to wake up disappointed.
"it isn't a dream." heeseung says, sounding a little frustrated. his fingers graze your jaw, before grabbing your face, squishing your cheeks together firmly, but gently. "do i have to prove that to you?"
you're taken aback, eyes widening slightly. his lips are on yours before you can even fully register the meaning of his words. his kiss isn't as gentle as it was previously though. his fangs graze your bottom lip, barely, but still cutting the muscle open. his tongue swipes, licking up any blood that seeps out of the cut. heeseung's hands slide into your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss as he presses your back against the wall.
when he finally breaks away, saliva connecting your slick lips, you're both left panting. his eyes are half lidded, looking at you with clear desire.
“let me make it up to you,” heeseung murmurs, voice low. “let me show you how sorry i am for letting you go. for how much i need you.”
one of his hand trails down your side, resting on your waist. that same cold hand of his slides underneath your shirt, making you flinch as his palms skim over the soft skin of your stomach and ribs. he tugs at the fabric, silently demanding more access to you.
this time, he actually waits for an answer.
you blink in surprise at first, but nod when you see his pleading eyes.
“fuck, you taste so good," he rasps, ducking his head to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “i’ve wanted this for so long..."
he nips at your pulse point, before soothing the sting with his tongue. heeseung makes no move to bite you this time, simply just sucking hickeys onto your neck as his hands explore your body.
he grabs your hand, dragging you to his living room. heeseung guides you backwards until the back of your legs hit the couch, causing you to sit down.
he follows, settling between your parted thighs. “tell me what you want, baby.” heeseung coaxes, looking up at you through his lashes. “i’ll give you anything."
this was all happening so quickly, you felt dizzy. you snap back into reality. clearing your throat, you realised you were in control here clearly, so you might as well take advantage of it.
when you don't respond, heeseung sighs - before grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head. "i was trying to be gentle, since i haven't fucked you for centuries, but you make it so hard to resist."
heeseung leans closer, pressing his body against yours. his cock throbbed painfully in his sweat pants, slowly losing self-control with each second. you can't ignore the feeling of his hard-on eagerly touching you, still separated with the layers of both of your clothing.
"i had to wait hundreds of years for this," he whispers lowly, "for you to be under me once again."
heeseung misses your past lives together. he misses the way you used to writhe underneath him, hearing you moan his name over and over again. he learnt exactly what made you whimper, learnt exactly where your g-spot was, and how to make your legs shake. how else did you get off so quickly back in the carriage?
heeseung's hand snakes down past the band of your skirt. you were still dressed in your office uniform, after all. he can feel the heat radiating from your pussy, even your arousal was evident through the thin fabric. "i don't want to upset you again," he begins, he mumbles against your neck, "so, i'll ask this time. will you let me fuck you?"
you make eye contact with him, and all the blood in your body goes straight to your heart, pumping furiously. folding, you nod. "..okay."
heeseung grins, releasing your wrists. you're confused, but then before you can react, you're manhandled onto your stomach.
"what-" you start to speak, but heeseung cuts you off. "shh, just relax." he murmurs, hands gripping your hips firmly, thumbs digging into the soft flesh. one of his hands slides around to the front, going underneath the waistband of your skirt.
his fingers rub against your panties, thumb specifically going for your clit. heeseung lets out a soft groan when he feels how damp you are. "you're so wet for me, yet you act like you don't want this, hm?"
"can you just fuck me?" you hiss, embarrassed. you lift your hips slightly, trying to feel more than just teasing touches, but his fingers don't move.
he calls your name, voice low. "i don't appreciate you talking to me like that." you feel his fingers tangle into your hair, before tugging you backward. "i was going to be gentle with you, considering you haven't taken me in years."
heeseung's hand pushes your skirt up, making it bunch around at your waist. his palm comes down, spanking your ass. "but i guess you're still an eager slut, same as all of those years ago." a soft whimper leaves your lips.
"..why would you even say that?" you grumble, annoyed at the fact that he was not only degrading you, but also comparing you to another version of yourself again. it didn't exactly turn you off though.
his fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, practically ripping them off you. "why would i say that? because it's true." his hand comes back down. "spread your legs." his tone leaves no room for argument.
hesitantly, you spread your legs. heeseung wastes no time, his hand delivering another sharp spank, this time to your aching cunt. he groans at the sound of your startled gasp as a result of it, the noise sending a jolt of arousal straight to his dick.
a shaky sigh leaves his lips, and you can feel his presence step back. "on your knees." he says calmly, making your eyebrows knit in confusion. you look back at him, but he looks dead serious - it's kind of scary even.
you blink, but retreat, climbing off the couch, settling onto your knees. looking up, he's already looking down at you, expression impassive as he tugs at the waistband of his sweats.
your bare knees are already digging into the hardwood floor, making you shift slightly. heeseung reaches inside, freeing his dick - and making your eyes widen at the impressive size.
it was pretty though, in a weird way. his tip was a pretty pink, and a prominent vein went along the side of it.
"..you don't actually expect me to give you a blowjob, right?" you say, dumbfounded. it wasn't outrageously thick in girth, but the actual length of it looks like it could kill you maybe.
heeseung's hand reaches for the top of your scalp, he curls his fingers in your silky hair, gripping firmly but not painfully as he makes you look up at him. "does it look like i'm kidding?"
you gulp, the look on his face told you he definitely wasn't. with a slight tug of his hand, he guides you closer until the swollen head of his dick brushes against your bottom lip. "open your mouth, pretty."
the pet-name kind of eases your hesitance in a way. you part your lips, revealing the pink wetness of your tongue. heeseung applies steady pressure, slowly pushing past your lips and onto your tongue. the taste of his pre-cum floods your senses as he starts feeding you more of his dick, inch by inch.
"that's it.." heeseung groans, throwing his head back, holding you in place as he starts shallow thrusts. the hand in your hair tightens, forming a pony-tail with whatever hair is in grasp of his fingers.
you pull off, gagging when he starts to thrust. you aren't used to this, and his dick is way too big - hurting your jaw. heeseung allows you to compose yourself, reaching down with his other hand to wipe at a stray tear. "too big?" he snorts teasingly, making you glare up at him.
"shut up." you hiss, wrapping your fingers around his shaft again, taking him back into your mouth. heeseung hums approvingly at that.
"that's better.." he praises, moving the hair out of your face. he pants softly, starting to move his hips forward into your mouth. each thrust pushes him further past your stretched lips, the thick head of his dick nudging the back of your throat.
one of his hands remains tangled in your hair, setting the pace, while the other one traces along your jawline gently. that same hand drops lower, grazing over your neck as he feels it bulge slightly around his dick. drool escapes the corners of your mouth, coating your chin and dripping down onto your heaving chest, staining your blouse.
"you're taking me so well." heeseung whimpers softly, hand on your neck moving to your cheek as he strokes it gently. "guess your body still knows who it belongs to even after all this time."
you feel yourself getting light-headed from the lack of oxygen, and so you pull off. heeseung hesitantly lets you, watching the string of saliva that connects your lips to the swollen head of his cock.
"was that too much for you, baby?" heeseung strokes your hair gently, but his tone is nothing but condescending. ironic because the entire time he was trying not to cum as soon as you wrapped your lips around his tip.
his hand reaches back down underneath your skirt as you willingly part your legs for him. heeseung's fingers finding your most intimate area, spreading your slick folds open. "you're even wetter than before," he observes, almost snickering. "did sucking my dick really excite you that much?"
without waiting for a response, he pushes two thick fingers knuckle-deep into your sopping heat, pumping steadily as he stretches you open for him. you gasp, hands immediately gripping onto his forearm in an attempt to stabilise yourself. that makes him grin, leaning in to whisper into your ear. "i'm the only one who can make you feel like this, right?"
you weren't a virgin in this timeline, but he didn't need to know that. you nod at his words, "...yeah, of course." his eyebrows furrow, and at that you remember he can read minds. shit.
heeseung's thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles which coaxes more of your essence to coat his digits. his other hand has a bruising grip on your hip. heeseung's gaze is locked onto your face, taking in every micro-expression and breathy whimper that leaves your lips. "maybe i wasn't your first, but you'd be stupid to think i'd let someone else touch you ever again."
the pressure in your stomach increases, but he pulls his fingers out before you can even consider cumming. you open your mouth in protest, but he stuffs his fingers in, silencing you effectively.
he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. heeseung pulls you up and bends you back over the couch, stomach flat against it as he tugs your hips up with his hands. "you're so annoying," you whine, turning your head back to glare at him. "i was going to cum."
"you're about to cum soon, stop being impatient. you're not the one who's waited years." he snaps back, annoyed. heeseung's hand forces your head down into the pillows of the cushion, and that's when you feel his swollen tip press against your wet folds.
heeseung pushes in without any warning, bottoming out immediately, making you jolt as you moan into the pillows. your cunt immediately tries to push out the large intrusion by fluttering dramatically around his length as heeseung stills, letting you adjust.
he pulls your head up by your hair, letting you breathe. it kind of hurts in your lower region, making you exhale. "am i bleeding..?" you whimper out, internally hoping he'll say no.
"a bit, yeah." his fingers reach to your inner thigh, scooping up what you presume to be the blood, and you can hear him lick his fingers - ew. heeseung pushes your head back into the pillows, before withdrawing his hips, only to slam back harder. you choke.
heeseung says something to you, but you can barely register his words with his dick so far in you that you can basically feel it in your throat. he leans forward, pulling you up so your back is against his chest, his hand snaking around to press against the lower part of your tummy.
"nothing to say?" he whispers into your ear, moving his hips up again in a particularly hard thrust, making a loud cry leave your swollen lips. his hand drops further down, cupping your cunt as he rubs your clit.
you can barely stand, resting the back of your head against his shoulder. "..what? i-i didn't hear you." you mumble, tears welling up into your eyes.
heeseung leans forward, kissing the side of your neck. his fangs graze the skin again, but you can't lean away due to his arm on your collarbone keeping you pressed against him. "i said, you wouldn't mind if i take a sip now, right?"
you turn your head in rejection, unknowingly realising that it just gives him easier access to your neck. in turn heeseung takes that opportunity., sinking his fangs into your neck. he doesn't stop moving his dick in and out of you either.
you can't form thoughts as your vision starts to blur, unable to stop choked moans and whimpers from leaving your throat. it just feels way too good, even if this is his way of punishing you - using you like a personal fleshlight of sorts.
heeseung continues sucking on your neck, hand back on your lower stomach, pressing down as he feels himself in there. he pulls away, panting softly in your ear. "are you going to cum soon, pretty?"
you nod, completely putting all of your weight onto him and the couch as you can barely keep yourself up right. heeseung lets you lean onto him, increasing the fervour of his thrusts. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him lick onto the wound he made on your neck.
"..t-that tickles, stop." you mumble out, gummy walls clenching down onto his cock at the feeling of him licking you.
heeseung pushes you back onto your stomach, following you as he pushes his weight onto you. he moves your hair from the side of your neck, kissing your jaw. "but baby, you just tightened up the second i did that." the pace of his thrusts increase, hips meeting against your ass each time. heeseung sucks a hickey onto your neck, licking over it once he deems it as perfect.
you feel lightheaded at this point, and you're on the brink of cumming. heeseung's hand wraps around your throat, applying light pressure there. his mouth moves down, biting your shoulder now. that's your breaking point, making you cum over his cock. "you taste even better like this.." he whines softly into your ear, pulling away from your shoulder.
your thighs shake underneath him, sobbing as you shut your eyes completely. heeseung doesn't stop though, whimpering softly into your ear as he re-doubles his efforts, trying to make himself cum.
"f-fuck," he whines, burying his face into the crook of your neck. every flutter of your tight walls contracting around him made his eyes roll back. your body twitches as heeseung continues, chasing his own release. you could basically feel every vein and ridge of his dick now, feeling extra sensitive because you just came.
heeseung's cock twitched inside you, before you feel him empty himself deep inside of you. he fills you completely, a loud moan leaving his lips at the same time, "i love you...you're mine." he pants out, mumbling against your neck, "you're mine only, nobody else gets to have you but me."
you honestly feel like you're about to pass out, slumping back into the couch. the combination of his rough treatment plus the blood sucking was enough to make you want to sleep. heeseung notices this.
he kisses the side of your cheek, "one more time?" the glare you shoot him afterwards gives him your answer, but heeseung doesn't relent, flipping you onto your back. "don't look at me like that. i'm just excited to finally have you back."
"hey, heeseung.." you call out tiredly, looking up at him. "why haven't you just turned me into a vampire already?" maybe it wasn't possible? who knows.
heeseung stares down at you, his pupils becoming bigger at your words. "..you never wanted me to turn you into one, even though i wanted to." he mumbles quietly, making your eyes widen.
before you can even process it properly, heeseung speaks again, too fast this time, like the words slipped out before he could stop them.
"..do you want me to?"
you blink.
the question hangs between you immediately. you? a vampire? the thought feels strange, almost unreal. you imagine the fangs, the immortality, oh and the blood. but somehow, your brain circles back to heeseung.
to staying beside him. to not dying while he remains exactly the same, waiting for your next return. "..i'm okay with it," you admit slowly. "if you want to, of course."
heeseung stares at you. his hand lifts instinctively, fingertips brushing lightly beneath your jaw before stopping himself halfway.
"you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that."
this literally took me ages and i literally was just gonna keep this in the drafts bc i couldn't stick w a consistent plot line so if there are any loopholes try ur best to ignore them 😭😭 i tried my best to proofread and make sure there wasn't any tho 🫶🫶
i wanted to have a try but im lowkey never writing smut again bc that shit was WAY too hard like there is just sm going on omfg, lowkey the reason this even took so long to write bc i just kept procrastinating it lol😭🤦♀️
🤏 was this close to just deactivating during and after writing the smut..
ive learnt how to utilize my nasty imagination and turn it into something tangible nd existing shit and now i cant stop. wtf do i do, im brainstorming too much plot. help
hiiiiiiii mootie......... your tenta hee fic was delicious.....i cant stop thinking about it😫.....its in my dreamssssss uhhhhh HELP ME 💀(i was awake till 3 fucking AM ) (and i was the one who sent last anon btw)im a mess okay
How did it follow you in your dreams, dear 😭
anyway u better wait up because my brain is cooking something again. honestly, sucker has been stuck in my docs and mind for a while before finally polishing it—so yes, i've thought a lot on how to expand and utilize its mess.
🗯️ 内容 explicit sexual content ♫ 18+ ⸝⸝ intended for mature audiences | minors do not interact ᯓ secret & established relationship, cussing, overstimulation, first-time sex, loss of virginity, protected p in v, oral (f. & m. receiving), slight dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, emotional intimacy, aftercare !
EL’S ✷ BUBBLE : 2000s era, no fixed place because we’re here for vibes only <//3 hee & rea are about 20-21 here by the way ! also this is very much fueled by my lifelong doawk nerd tendencies and rodrick heffley resurfacing in my brain again . . . thank you so muchi for the request ! i lawb you ❤︎ enjoy my ever-so-lovely hoonguin nation (‾◡◝)
The rain came down in unforgiving sheets, harsh against your bedroom window, the sound of it filling every quiet space in the room. Water streaked down the glass so heavily the city lights outside looked blurred and distorted, turning everything beyond your room into watercolor smudges of yellow, red, and white.
“You’re soaking, Hee. Like, genuinely soaking,” you scolded, standing in front of him with a towel in your hands. “You’re going to get sick one day, I swear. Actually, no, you wouldn’t even be sick if you stopped climbing through my window every time it rains.”
Your flip phone had long since been abandoned somewhere on your bed after you hung up on him thirty minutes ago, your CosmoGirl magazine laying face-down on the carpet beside your desk chair. Your computer screen still glowed dimly from across the room, Facebook left open mid-scroll, photos of your classmates crammed into tiny albums — parties, cheap drinks, blurry peace signs held toward cameras.
Everyone else your age seemed to spend Friday nights somewhere loud.
Heeseung spent his climbing onto your roof.
He sat by the window nook now, completely drenched, hoodie clinging to his skin while droplets of rainwater dampened the built-in seat beneath him. Dark strands of hair dripped onto his forehead as the storm battered against the glass just beside him. The faint smell of rain followed him inside, familiar enough that you’d long since started associating it with him.
It wasn’t even hard for him to get in anymore.
Your room sat at the very front of the house, the small roof over the entryway sticking out just enough for him to pull himself up if he was careful. Four years together had apparently given him enough experience to do it almost effortlessly.
Well — mostly effortlessly.
“You act like I almost died getting here,” he muttered, lips pressed into a pout while you aggressively rubbed the towel over his head.
“You slipped last time.”
“I caught myself.”
“You almost took the gutter down with you.”
“But I didn’t.”
“You literally scared the shit out of me, Hee.”
Heeseung only grinned at that, soft and annoyingly pleased with himself, like your concern was something precious he wanted to keep.
You sighed dramatically, though your hands gentled almost immediately as you continued drying his hair.
Four years.
Sometimes it still startled you.
You’d started “dating” at sixteen in the careless, unserious way high schoolers often did — passing notes during class, sharing wired earphones during lunch, sneaking around after school with no real understanding of what commitment actually meant. Half the time, the two of you had only dated because your friends insisted you already acted like a couple anyway.
Back then, everything with him had felt light.
Fun.
He’d walk you home carrying your backpack even when you told him not to. You’d spend entire phone calls arguing about songs neither of you actually hated. He’d steal fries off your tray at lunch and swear your food somehow tasted better than his.
You’d broken up once for three days during junior year because he forgot your monthsary.
Then got back together because both of you were miserable about it.
Stupid teenage things.
But somewhere between then and now, things had shifted quietly into something deeper.
It happened slowly enough that neither of you noticed at first.
The late-night calls became late-night conversations about the future. The casual “I miss you” texts turned into him showing up outside your house after bad days because he couldn’t stand knowing you were upset alone. You started becoming part of each other’s routines without trying.
Without asking.
Now he climbed through your bedroom window in thunderstorms just because he wanted to see you for an hour before going home.
The worst part was that you always let him in.
“You’re staring,” he said suddenly.
You blinked, realizing your hands had stopped moving.
“Yeah, staring at this insane man in front of me.”
“That’s not what that look was.”
“Yes, it was.”
He laughed softly under his breath, reaching up to wrap his fingers loosely around your wrist before pulling your hand away from the towel entirely.
“I wanted to see you, pretty,” he murmured.
The teasing tone he usually carried was gone now, replaced by something quieter. More sincere.
Outside, thunder rolled somewhere far off.
“You always tell me to chase after the things I want, right?” he continued, eyes fixed on yours. “So I came here.”
Your expression softened immediately despite yourself.
God.
Four years later, and he still knew exactly how to get away with things.
You dropped the towel onto the floor beside him before stepping closer, your hands moving to cup his rain-cold cheeks. His skin was freezing beneath your palms, but he leaned into your touch instantly anyway, eyes fluttering for half a second like he’d been waiting for it.
“You’re fucking ridiculous,” you whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
Still, you leaned forward anyway, pressing a lingering kiss against his forehead.
His shoulders relaxed beneath your hands almost immediately.
Then, quieter this time, with the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile, “Whatever you say, loser.”
It was no surprise to anyone that your parents were probably the strictest people alive.
Even random strangers you talked to in online chatrooms knew about it.
You were legally an adult already, yet somehow still lived under rules stricter than most middle schoolers. But technically, it made sense — you still lived under their roof while attending college. You’d had plenty of opportunities to move out, plenty of reasons to, too, but staying home meant attending your dream university without constantly worrying about tuition, rent, groceries, or whether you’d survive off instant noodles for the rest of the semester.
So you stayed.
In exchange, your freedom was practically nonexistent.
Your parents were the kind of people who believed every horrifying thing printed in newspapers or aired on television. One kidnapping case three cities away suddenly meant you weren’t allowed outside past seven. A segment about drunk driving meant lectures during dinner for an entire week. Every terrible thing they heard only made them tighter, stricter, more protective.
Most parents loosened their grip as their children grew older.
Yours only held on harder.
They had rules for everything. Honestly, the list was probably longer than the Code of Hammurabi itself.
No smoking. No drinking. No parties. No clubbing. Curfew before sunset unless it involved academics. Finish your chores before touching anything remotely enjoyable. Most importantly — absolutely no boyfriends.
Unfortunately for them, strict parents rarely created obedient children.
They created sneaky ones.
And you were living proof of that.
Drinking?
You started around a year ago.
Your first time happened with your boy best friend, Hoshi, during what your parents believed was an innocent afternoon walk. Somehow, that “walk” turned into the two of you sitting outside in broad daylight with cheap alcohol burning down your throat while you tried not to cough your lungs out in front of him.
The taste was awful.
But the feeling afterward wasn’t.
For the first time in a while, your mind felt quiet. Warm. Easy. Like every frustrating thing weighing on your shoulders had blurred around the edges for a couple of hours.
You still remembered desperately forcing yourself to eat afterward so your breath wouldn’t smell suspicious when you got home. Sitting around for nearly an hour pretending to scroll through your phone while trying to sober up enough to look normal in front of your parents.
Smoking?
That happened a few months ago.
Ryujin handed you a cigarette outside a convenience store while the two of you were buying materials for a class project. You only meant to try one drag out of curiosity.
You nearly choked to death immediately after.
Ryujin laughed so hard she had to hold onto the side of the building.
Then there was the biggest rule of all.
No boyfriends.
Which was ironic, considering you’d already had one since sophomore year of high school.
Four years.
Four entire years of sneaking around your parents behind carefully constructed lies and perfectly rehearsed excuses.
Late-night phone calls whispered beneath your blanket. “Group studies” that were actually dates. Deleted messages. Fake stories. Secret kisses stolen before you went back home pretending nothing happened.
It was exhausting sometimes.
Stressful, absolutely.
But thrilling, too.
Because despite the rules, the lying, the double life — you loved it so, so much.
You loved the freedom hidden inside rebellion.
And maybe, just maybe, you loved him enough to risk getting caught.
Heeseung was sitting in your desk chair now, lazily scrolling through your open tabs of Tumblr and Facebook like he owned the place.
Every few seconds, another ridiculous post from your university friends flashed across the screen.
Photos taken inside crowded clubs with neon lights washing over flushed faces. Videos from late-night drives with music blasting so loudly the audio distorted. Someone posting about a spontaneous sleepover at some questionable motel in the middle of nowhere. Another group catching flights out of the country just because they could.
Everyone always seemed to be doing something.
Living.
Meanwhile, you were stuck sneaking your own boyfriend through your bedroom window like a criminal.
Heeseung, completely unbothered by the injustice of your life, leaned back comfortably in the chair while wearing his old basketball jersey from senior year — the one he’d given you after graduation along with a pile of other sentimental things he claimed “smelled too much like high school.”
The loose jersey exposed his arms entirely, toned biceps flexing every time he scrolled or clicked something on your computer mouse.
It was distracting.
Very distracting.
A pair of gray joggers hung low on his hips too — another thing technically hidden inside your room. He’d accidentally slept over around three months ago after both of you knocked out while studying, and in the panic of sneaking him out before sunrise, he’d forgotten them completely.
Thankfully, your parents had never found the container shoved into the back of your closet filled with clothes you “didn’t wear anymore.”
In reality, half of it belonged to him.
You sat cross-legged on your bed nearby, flipping through the last few pages of your magazine while occasionally glancing over at him.
The black lace trim of your camisole brushed against your skin every time you moved, soft fabric hugging your body comfortably. The beige middle contrasted against the dark details perfectly, and paired with your lounge shorts, the ones your aunt gifted you two Christmases ago, you looked effortlessly pretty without even trying.
Heeseung had already looked at you at least ten times in the last five minutes alone.
Then suddenly—
“Wait,” he said.
You glanced up lazily.
“Hm?”
He pointed at your computer screen.
A newly uploaded post from Ryujin filled the monitor, a blurry group picture of your girlfriends packed together inside some club bathroom, all glittery makeup and drunk smiles.
The caption read:
y/n was actually the one who took the photo (hella real) :-) #wemissyoubaddie #funnightout #yolo
Your face dropped instantly.
“Fuck my life, this is so stupid.”
The bitterness in your voice caught Heeseung off guard enough for him to turn fully toward you.
“What’s up?”
You tossed your magazine aside with far more force than necessary before dragging a hand down your face.
“It’s just so unfair sometimes,” you muttered. “Everyone gets to go out and do normal college things while I’m locked up in this house twenty-four seven like the apocalypse is about to happen.”
Heeseung stayed quiet, listening.
“My parents act like if I leave the house past sunset I’m immediately gonna end up dead in a ditch somewhere,” you continued, frustration spilling out faster now. “Ryujin literally sleeps over at random people’s apartments. Sunoo went to Batanes, that… northernmost province in the Philippines or whatever, for literally three days without even telling his parents first. I don’t even know how the hell he got the money for that! Ugh, everyone gets to just… live normally.”
You stood up from your bed abruptly and walked toward your desk, arms crossing tightly over your chest as you stared at the stupid Facebook post still glowing on your screen.
“And meanwhile I have to lie just to breathe.”
For a moment, the room went quiet except for the rain outside.
Then you felt his hands.
Heeseung reached for your waist gently, pulling you backward until you stumbled between his legs with a surprised laugh leaving your mouth.
“Hee—”
Before you could complain, he tugged you fully down onto his lap.
Instinctively, you settled there comfortably, your arms looping loosely around his shoulders while his hands stayed warm against your waist.
“Shhh,” he murmured softly, pressing his cheek against your stomach for a second. “It’s okay.”
You sighed dramatically despite melting into him immediately.
“It’s not okay.”
“It will be.”
He tilted his head back to look at you properly then, expression calmer than yours always seemed to be.
“You’ll get to experience all that stuff someday,” he said quietly. “The parties, trips, dumb late-night drives, all of it.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“You will. I’m so sure of it.”
The certainty in his voice made your chest ache a little.
He rubbed slow circles into your waist with his thumbs.
“And when you do,” he added with a small grin, “I’ll probably be there annoying you through all of it.”
That finally pulled a reluctant smile out of you.
“You’re already annoying.”
“Mhm,” he hummed. “But you like me anyway, no?”
The chair creaks beneath you, knees pressing into the cushion on either side of his thighs. Your hands rest on his shoulders, fingers curling into the soft cotton of the basketball jersey. Heeseung’s hands settle at your waist, his fingers moving in slow, careful circles as if he’s still learning the shape of where it’s safe to hold you.
He looks up at you, and the lamplight carves shadows along the sharp line of his jaw. His lips part, then close.
A beat passes.
Then another.
You feel the heat creeping up your neck, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle. So you pout, just a little, just to break the tension, a soft downturn of your lips that's half real, half teasing.
His eyes catch it immediately. A slow grin spreads across his face, lazy and warm.
"You're cute when you get pouty," he murmurs, thumbs stroking the bare skin just above the waistband of your lounge shorts.
Your eyes narrow, but there's no bite in it. "The window is right there if you wanna leave."
He laughs, low and short, and his hands tighten on your hips. "Not a chance, gorgeous."
You roll your eyes, but the smile gives you away. Your fingers slide from his shoulders into the hair at the nape of his neck, soft strands slipping between your knuckles. He leans into the touch, eyes fluttering half-shut for a second.
"You're so warm," you say, quieter now.
"So are you." His voice dips, rougher. "I feel like I'm burning up over here."
The air between you both immediately thickens.
His hands move — one sliding up your spine, the other settling on your thigh, thumb tracing absent circles on the inside. The fabric of his joggers is soft against your bare skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off him through the thin layers.
You lean in first.
Your lips brush his gently at first, testing. His breath hitches, and then he's kissing you back, soft and slow, his mouth molding against yours like he's got all the time in the world. One hand cups the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your face just right.
The kiss deepens gradually. His tongue traces your bottom lip, asking, and you part for him. The taste of him floods your senses, warm, faintly sweet from the soda he had earlier, utterly addictive. A small sound escapes your throat, swallowed by his mouth.
His hand slides down your back, palm pressing flat against the dip of your spine, pulling you closer. The chair shifts as he adjusts, and you feel it — the growing hardness beneath his joggers, pressing against your inner thigh.
He breaks the kiss just enough to breathe, "Fuck, you taste good."
"Shut up," you whisper, but there's no heat in it. You pull him back in.
This time, the kiss turns messier. Teeth graze your lower lip, tugging, and his groan vibrates against your mouth. Your hips shift forward instinctively, grinding down against him, and the friction sends a jolt straight through you.
Heeseung's breath stutters. His hands grip your hips, steadying you, guiding you into a slow roll that makes the chair squeak in protest beneath you both.
"Yeah," he breathes, lips trailing along your jaw, down the column of your throat. "Just like that, baby."
Your nails dig into his shoulders through the jersey. His mouth finds the hollow of your collarbone, sucking lightly, and your head falls back with a soft moan. His tongue soothes the spot, then he's kissing his way back up to your lips.
"You're shaking," he says against your mouth, half a question, half a statement.
"Mmm." You're not sure if it's from want or nerves or both. "Shut up and kiss me."
He laughs, breath warm and distracting. "Bossy."
But he does. His lips capture yours again, hungrier now, tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that makes your head spin. His hand leaves your hip to palm your breast through the lace of your camisole. The fabric is thin enough that you feel every ridge of his fingers, every press of his thumb as he finds your nipple and rolls it gently.
You gasp into his mouth. He smiles against your lips.
"Like that, baby?"
"Don't—" You cut yourself off with a shaky breath. "Don't be smug."
"Never." His thumb keeps circling, and his other hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against him. The pressure of his cock against your core is maddening through the layers of fabric.
You rock your hips again, a little more desperate this time, and the chair groans loudly beneath you. Heeseung's head falls back, eyes squeezing shut, a low groan rumbling from his chest.
"Fuck," he pants. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."
"What’s holding you back then? Let me."
Your hand slides down his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm. His abs tense under your touch, and he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes as you trail your fingers lower, over the waistband of his joggers, stopping just short of where he's straining against the fabric.
"Please," he whispers, voice cracking.
"Please what?"
He swallows hard. "Please keep touching me. Don't—shit, don’t stop."
You lean in, lips brushing his ear. "Don’t sweat it."
Then you kiss him again — deep, consuming, all tongue and teeth and desperate little sounds. His hips buck up against you, instinct taking over, and you grind back down, matching his rhythm. The chair rocks with you, a steady creak-creak-creak that fills the room along with your mingled breaths.
His hand slides under your camisole, palm flat against your stomach, then higher until he's cupping your bare breast. His thumb flicks across your nipple, and you moan into his mouth.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you. Your lips are swollen, your hair a mess, your eyes dark and hazy. He brushes a strand behind your ear, gaze soft. "So fucking beautiful."
"Kiss me again," you demand, breathless.
He does. He kisses you until your lungs burn, until the world narrows down to the press of his body against yours, the heat of his palm on your skin, the way his hips roll up to meet yours with increasing urgency.
His mouth trails down your throat, teeth scraping over your pulse point, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin there. Your fingers tighten in his hair, holding him close.
"Baby," he gasps against your collarbone. "I need—I need more."
"I know." Your voice is ragged. "I know."
He lifts his head, eyes meeting yours, pupils blown so wide they're almost black. His lips are red and wet, his breathing uneven. He looks ruined already, and you've barely started.
His thumb traces your hip bone through the fabric of your shorts. "Can I—"
"Yes."
The word tumbles out before he even finishes. You don't need to hear the rest. You want this. You want him.
His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, tugging gently, asking again with his eyes. You nod, and he takes a shaky breath before sliding his hand lower, palm pressing against the heat of you through your underwear.
Your breath hitches. His eyes lock on yours, watching every flicker of expression.
"Okay?" he whispers.
"Okay."
He kisses you again, softer this time, while his fingers begin to explore, tracing the outline of you through the damp fabric. Your hips twitch against his hand, chasing the pressure.
The chair creaks. Your heart pounds. His thumb circles slowly, deliberately, and you break the kiss to bury your face in his shoulder, moaning against the fabric of his jersey.
"I've got you," he murmurs into your hair. "I've got you, baby."
His middle finger drags through the slick fabric of your underwear, from your entrance up to your clit, pressing just enough to make your hips jump. You feel the heat of your own arousal soaking through the cotton, and from the way his breath catches, he feels it too.
"Fuck," he breathes, pulling back to look at you. His eyes are dark, hungry. "You're wetter than I was earlier, and I was standing in the rain without an umbrella or anything."
Your face goes scorching. The crimson climbs up your neck, floods your cheeks, burns the tips of your ears. You can't even look at him. You press your face back into his shoulder, mortified, and your hand flies down to swat his away from between your legs.
"Hey—" he starts, but you’re already guiding one of his hands where you want it, slipping it under your camisole so it rests against your skin.
"Up here," you mumble against his jersey. "Focus on this."
He laughs, low and warm, but his fingers curl slightly as he keeps his hand under your camisole, steady against your skin. "Yeah? This is what you want?"
You nod, face still hidden.
He squeezes gently, thumbs finding your nipples, and a shaky breath escapes you. "Okay, baby. I got you. Whatever you need."
He massages you, slow and deliberate, both hands kneading your breasts while his thumbs circle your nipples until they're pebbled and aching. Your hips start moving again on their own, rolling against his joggers, seeking friction. The length of his cock presses against your core through the layers, and the feeling of it, thick and hard, straining against the soft cotton, makes your mouth go dry.
"I want you so bad," you whisper, the words spilling out before you can stop them. Your hips grind down slowly, deliberately, feeling him twitch beneath you. "You feel so, so good. So fucking big."
You bite your lip, and a soft moan spills from your throat, high and breathy.
His eyes darken. His hands tighten on your breasts, and he pulls you into another kiss, rough and demanding, all tongue and teeth and desperation. His hips buck up to meet yours, and the chair groans beneath the weight of both of you moving together.
He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. "Bed. Now."
Before you can respond, he stands, lifting you with him. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and he carries you across the room, still kissing you, mouths slotting together in between ragged breaths. He pauses at the door, reaches back without looking, and twists the lock. The click echoes in the quiet room.
Then he carries you past the window nook, and you feel him pause again. He pulls back just enough to glance at the curtain, thin, pale, letting in the faint glow of the streetlight outside. He reaches over and yanks it closed, the rings scraping along the rod until the fabric is fully drawn, sealing the two of you in.
He lays you down on the bed, and the mattress dips beneath your weight. He follows you down, hovering over you, but then he sits back on his heels, hands finding the hem of your camisole.
"Can I?"
You nod, breathless.
He pulls it up and over your head, and the cool air hits your bare skin. Your breasts are fully exposed now, and his eyes go wide, his breath stuttering out of him.
"Holy shit," he says, voice barely above a whisper. His gaze drags over you, slow and reverent. "Your breasts are so big. Tiny ass waist..." He trails a finger down your sternum, between your breasts, over your stomach. "This is what you've been hiding from me?"
Your cheeks burn, but there's a thrill in his awe that makes you feel powerful. "Maybe, we’ll never know."
He shakes his head, letting out a disbelieving laugh. "Unreal."
His hands find your shorts next, hooking into the waistband and pulling them down your legs. Your underwear goes with them, and then you're bare beneath him, completely naked, and the vulnerability of it hits you all at once.
He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "You smell so good," he murmurs against your mouth. "Everything shower?"
A surprised laugh bubbles out of you. "Yeah, actually."
He grins. "Knew it. You always smell like vanilla and something sweet. Drives me insane."
His hand slides down your body, fingers trailing over your stomach, through the coarse hair between your legs, until he reaches your slick folds. His middle finger glides through the wetness, gathering it, and you shiver at the touch.
"Look at you," he says softly, watching his own finger move. "So fucking wet for me. Is this all for me, baby?"
You can barely nod. Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps.
His finger circles your clit, featherlight, and your hips jerk. "That's it. Just relax. Let me take care of you."
He slides one finger inside you, slow, and the stretch makes your eyes flutter shut. He's barely in, just the tip, and already it feels like so much. He watches your face carefully, reading every micro-expression.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," you breathe. "Keep going."
He pushes deeper, inch by inch, until his finger is fully sheathed inside you. The feeling is strange and full and good, and you clench around him instinctively.
"There you go," he murmurs. "Feel that? That's me inside you. Just one finger. Gotta get you ready for more, yeah?"
You whimper, and he starts to move, sliding in and out at a torturously slow pace. His thumb finds your clit, pressing tight circles, and the dual sensation makes your back arch off the mattress.
"That's it. That's my good girl. Taking me so well."
A moan builds in your chest, rising, and when it spills from your lips it's too loud — a sharp, breathy cry that cuts through the quiet room.
Heeseung's hand claps over your mouth instantly, but his smile is wicked. "Shh," he whispers, leaning close, lips brushing your ear. "We don't want Mr. and Mrs. L/N to hear their lovely daughter get fucked right now, do we?"
Your eyes go wide, and the heat floods your face again.
"Don't you?" he repeats, voice dropping lower. "Want me to stop?"
You shake your head frantically against his palm.
"Good girl," he says, and removes his hand.
He slides a second finger inside you, and the stretch is sharper this time, making you gasp. He pumps them slowly, curling them up, searching. When he finds that rough patch of nerves inside you, your whole body jolts.
"There it is," he breathes. "Right there, huh?"
He presses against it with every stroke, and your hands fly to the sheets, gripping them tight. His mouth descends on your breast, lips closing around your nipple, tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. He sucks gently, then harder, and the combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth on your chest has your mind going blank.
"So pretty," he murmurs against your skin, switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention. "Look at you. Taking my fingers so well. Think you can take my cock?"
You're not sure, but you want to try. "Yes," you manage. "Yes, I want it."
He kisses his way back up to your mouth, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to what his fingers are doing between your legs. "You're doing so good, baby. Tell me if it's too much."
"More," you whisper. "Please."
He withdraws his fingers, and you feel suddenly empty. He sits up, pulling his jersey over his head in one fluid motion, and your eyes travel over his bare chest. His shoulders are broad, his stomach toned, a light sheen of sweat making his skin glow in the dim light. You reach out, fingertips tracing the line of his collarbone, down his sternum.
He catches your hand, kisses your palm. "You can touch me all you want later. Promise."
He stands just long enough to push his joggers down, then his boxers, and his cock springs free — already hard, already dripping at the tip. Your breath catches. It's bigger than you expected. Thick. The sight of it makes your stomach flip with a mix of anticipation and nerves.
He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly. Three times. Once. Twice. Three. His eyes never leave yours.
"Enjoying the view, pretty?"
You can't form words. You just nod.
He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself by your head. His cock is right there, inches from your face, and you can smell the clean scent of his skin, taste the salt in the air.
"Open up," he says softly. "Let me feel that pretty mouth."
You part your lips, and he guides himself inside. The weight of him on your tongue is heavy, unfamiliar, and you take him as best you can. His hand cradles the back of your head, not pushing, just holding.
"That's it. Nice and slow. Just the tip."
He moves gently, sliding in and out of your mouth at a pace that lets you adjust. His other hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear that slips from the corner of your eye.
"Doing so good for me, baby. Taking me so deep."
You gag slightly, and he stills immediately, giving you time to breathe.
"Okay?"
You hum around him, and he groans at the vibration.
"Fuck, that's good."
He keeps going, slow and deliberate, fucking your face with a tenderness that doesn't match the filth of the act. When he pulls out, a string of saliva connects his tip to your lips.
He kisses the corner of your mouth. "So perfect."
Then he moves down, settling between your legs. His fingers find your slick entrance again, sliding inside with ease. He pumps them slowly, watching your face, and you're already so sensitive from everything that every stroke makes you gasp.
"Look at you. So ready for me. But I want to hear you ask."
"Please," you whimper.
"Please what?"
"Please put it inside. Please, Hee."
His eyes darken. "Good girl."
He reaches over to where his wallet sits on the nightstand, pulls out a foil packet, tears it open with his teeth. You watch him roll the condom down his length, his hands steady, his gaze locked on yours.
He positions himself at your entrance. The head of his cock presses against you, and you feel the heat of him, the pressure, the promise.
"Ready?"
You nod, throat tight.
"Tell me if it hurts. We'll stop. I mean it."
"I know. I want this."
He pushes in.
The first inch is a stretch unlike anything you've ever felt. Your eyes roll back, and you fumble for the pillow, pressing it over your face to muffle the sound that tears from your throat.
He pulls the pillow away, gently but firmly. "No. I want to see you. I want to watch your face when I fill you up."
His hand covers your mouth instead, palm warm against your lips, and you're grateful for it as he pushes deeper. The stretch builds, a burning pressure that makes your eyes water, and then he's fully inside you, seated to the hilt.
He stills. Gives you time.
"Fuck," he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. "You feel... you're so tight. So fucking tight around me."
Your walls flutter around him, adjusting to the intrusion. He stays perfectly still, letting you feel him, letting your body learn the shape of him.
"Okay?" he whispers.
"Okay," you manage, voice muffled by his hand.
He pulls out slowly, then pushes back in. The drag of him inside you sends sparks through your entire body. He sets a rhythm, deep, slow, deliberate, and his hand stays over your mouth, his other hand gripping your ass, kneading the flesh.
"You're taking me so well," he murmurs against your ear. "First time for both of us, baby, yeah? Still feels like I’ve known your body forever.”
You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks, and he kisses them away.
"My good girl. My perfect fucking girl. Do you feel that? That's me inside you. I'm the only one who gets to have you like this."
His pace quickens slightly, and the sound of him moving inside you, wet and rhythmic, fills the room. He reaches up and massages your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers.
"Look at your tits bounce while I fuck you. Fucking perfect."
The pressure builds in your belly, coiling tight. He feels it too, feels your walls clench around him.
"That's it. You gonna come for me? Gonna come on my cock?"
"I—Hee, baby—"
"Come for me, gorgeous. Let me feel you."
His hand moves from your mouth to wrap around your throat, not squeezing just enough to send a thrill through you, and he fucks you faster, deeper, chasing his own release.
"I'm close," he gasps. "Fuck, I'm so close."
"Inside," you plead. "Come inside."
He groans, his hips slamming into yours, and you feel him pulse inside you, feel the condom swell as he spills into it. The feeling of him coming, the way his body shakes, the way he moans your name — it pushes you over the edge.
"I'm coming," you gasp. "Baby, I'm coming—"
He fucks you through it, his pace never slowing, and the overstimulation makes you cry out. He dips his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth, and the sensation doubles, triples, splintering through you like lightning.
Your orgasm wrings you out, clenching around him, and he keeps thrusting, slow now, riding it out with you.
When it subsides, he pulls out gently, and you feel empty again. He peels the condom off, and you watch as he strokes himself once, twice, spilling the remaining drops of his release onto your lips, your breasts.
"Open," he says softly, and you part your lips. He smears the last of it across your bottom lip, then leans down and kisses you, tasting himself on your mouth.
Then he disappears between your legs.
His mouth descends on your sensitive core, tongue flat against your folds, lapping up the mess of your release and his. You squeak at the intensity, thighs clamping around his head, but he grips your hips and holds you open.
"None of that. Let me taste you."
His tongue circles your clit, flicks across it, and your hips buck off the mattress. He eats you out like he's starving, tongue plunging inside you, then dragging back up to your clit.
"You taste so wet. Could drink you all night."
It's too much. It's not enough. Your hands find his hair, gripping, pulling, and he groans against you, the vibration sending you spiraling.
The second orgasm hits you before you're ready, sharp and sudden, and you cry out his name as you come undone on his tongue.
He laps it all up, gentle now, letting you come down. When he finally surfaces, his chin is wet, his lips are red, and he's grinning.
He crawls up beside you, pulling you into his arms. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together.
"Hey," he murmurs. "Look at me."
You turn your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes are soft now, the heat faded, replaced with something tender.
“How are you feeling?” he asks softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.
You blink up at him from where you are, he pulls the blanket over both of you carefully afterward, tucking you against his chest while warmth slowly settles beneath the covers.
“Good,” you whisper, voice slightly hoarse. “Really good.”
His expression eases immediately, thumb stroking gently across your waist.
“Any pain?”
“A little sore,” you admit quietly. “But it’s okay.”
He leans down to press a slow kiss against your forehead, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.
“You did so well for me, baby,” he murmurs. “I know this was your first time.”
Your chest tightens a little at the tenderness in his voice.
“And it was yours too,” you whisper back.
A small smile spreads across his face.
“Yep,” he says softly. “Guess we trusted each other that much.”
You feel your eyes sting unexpectedly, emotion settling warm and heavy in your chest. Just something overwhelming and soft and impossibly intimate.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumble.
“Always.”
The answer comes instantly.
He pulls the blanket higher around your body afterward, making sure you’re fully covered before settling back against the headboard with you tucked securely against him. One of his hands slips into your hair, fingers combing through it slowly, while the other rests warm against your hip beneath the blanket.
Outside, rain still tapped quietly against the windows.
Inside, everything felt still.
Safe.
He presses another kiss to the top of your head before mumbling softly against your hair—
“Get some rest, pretty. I’m not going anywhere.”
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l.hs 𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁 | OctopusHybrid!Heeseung x Human!Reader
MDNI (SMUT)
Synopsis: Pissing off your nepo baby coworker may not be the best idea, but neither is his way of putting you back in your place. For you, he sucks—and him? He'll show you just how much of a sucker he is.
w.c: 6.9k
Warnings!! unprotected p in v, dubcon, teratophilia, hybrid erotica, tentacle play, anal sex, dirty-talk, degradation, overstim, finger gag, nipple stim, oral sex m! receiver, fingering, cum facial, spit play, breeding kink, mindbreak, restriction, dacryphilia. (maybe more idk)
note: this is my first fic ever! im still in the phase of improving my skills so criticisms are welcome (just pls be kind :>) i wish i could fill the taglist and stuff before releasing this, it felt really empty before the more blockings. anyway, hope u have fun guys!
The 16° C displayed in the thermostat of the meeting room didn't seem to be enough to cool down the lingering tension between you and your co-worker slash enemy, Lee Heeseung—had he been blocking the view in front of you, the floor-to-ceiling windows show a busy horizon with your neighboring buildings’ lit windows and the full moon just above the traffic.
The clock already ticked past 11 PM, and the only light left in the office was the few fluorescent lights in the hallway and the dim light inside the room where the two of you were locked in for overtime.
You sat there, the familiar bloom of irritation worsening by the slow progress of the report you're grinding together with your enemy. You couldn't take it anymore yet all you could do was to shoot daggers at the man sitting across you.
Your frame is much smaller compared to his tall, lean one, but your tongue? Oh, it's sharper than any knife, and you decided to unreasonably shove it in him. Every. Fucking. Time.
This is Heeseung, a blue ringed octopus hybrid who remained calm in his seat despite your brattiness. Except his eyes—those ironically deer-like features that should have been gentle—were beginning to darken.
“How about you hurry up? dead weight burden” you provoked with intent rudeness as you slammed your laptop shut. your voice an absence of softness, carrying poison tailored just for him.
But Heeseung remained unfazed as though he's already immune to you. He didn't even look up. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead as he just continued looking through his screen.
"Do you fucking want me to take away your badge, best employee of the month? Don't be too complacent, y/n. It takes one word from me and you're back to the pits.”
You laughed out loud, plump lips curling into a defiant smile, daring him further. “Really? Go ahead then. You’re all bark, no bite, Lee. Go ahead. Show me how you can use your father’s influence to get me off my badge.”
Oops.
Heeseung stopped what he was doing at the mention of his father. The air in the room shifted from light bickering to something heavier you couldn't pinpoint. You pressed his buttons, and a strange smell began to waft—Heeseung’s scent; It was heavy, intoxicating, and slowly weakening your knees, but you're more stubborn than ever, holding your nerve and pretending unfazed.
“Are you provoking me?” He stood up, slow steps circling the table towards your side. He asked calmly, but his voice had an unfamiliar depth that's slowly terrifying you.
“Yes, Heeseung. Because you are getting boring,” You snarked, pointing fingers sharp at him. “I've had enough of you bossing me around as if you're not merely an incompetent-ass-nepo-fucking-baby.” Your fingers daggers towards him together with your words.
The entire room fell silent. The lingering tension seemed to grow worse, suffocating only you. Heeseung took closer steps, eyes dark and sharp towards you now. His figure loomed above you, limiting your personal space. “Repeat what you said.”
You didn't budge. Instead, you stood up too, trying to match the man's gaze while disregarding the gnawing fear in your stomach. "I said, stop bossing me around as if you're not an incompetent-nepo-baby.” You repeated, mockingly complying to his ‘request’.
“Fucking say it again. I dare you.” He asked once more, eyes narrowing as much as his steps until he finally ate the remaining space between you. His tall height can't help but look at you with such belittlement from above.
“I fucking said, you're nothing but a nepo baby. Are you deaf or just plain stupid?"
That's when Heeseung's patience snapped. It only took a second before his hidden thick tentacles emerged from behind him. You took way long to process the sight before you, so before you could even take a step back—they already moved quick, way too fast, like shadows with minds of their own. These tentacles covered and wrapped around your legs that were unfortunately exposed by the short length of your skirt.
“Ah—!” A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt the cold, slippery feel of the tentacles gripping your skin. Your hands, initially pointed at him, were also caught and bound behind your back by another tentacle, causing your chest to press against Heeseung's hard one.
“You’re so brave, aren’t you?” He whispered right into your ear. His breath was warm, a contrast to the cold feel of his tentacles. “Peasants like you, are beneath us.”
Heeseung pushed the surrounding chairs before he yanked the tentacles coiled around your legs, forcing you down onto your knees in front of him. Your skirt rode up further from the motion, exposing the smooth skin of your thighs and he couldn't help but eye the way they trembled.
“I could ruin you so easily, fucking whore,” Heeseung muttered, his once soft-spoken voice now thick with restrained fury. “You really want to see what I do to people who forgot their place?”
His venom was beginning to take effect. Only now you could feel the strength quickly draining from your body, vision blurring at the edges as each of your breath turned shallow and uneven. The defiant you from moments ago was slowly giving way to something far more vulnerable beneath your predator’s gaze.
“H-Heeseung.. let me go,” You whispered, voice cracked and fragile. You couldn't scream—not like you will—but you couldn't help the tears that were already beginning to gather in your eyes.
“Why?” Heeseung fake cooed, barely kneeling to meet you eye level as he gripped your chin and forced you to look up at him. “Are you scared now?” His thumb brushed against your jaw, possessive and cold. Eyes looking at you with contempt.
“Stay down there, y/n,” he said softly. “Because that’s where you belong. Beneath me.” His tentacles didn’t stop moving. Instead, you felt one of them slowly slip beneath your skirt, gliding along the inside of your thighs, creeping dangerously close to the most sensitive part of your body.
You jerked, uselessly trying to shrug it off, but you only grew more nervous as every touch sent a sharp current through you, a confusing mix of fear and something far harder to name pooling low in your stomach.
“You’re so small. So fragile,” Heeseung continued, watching the flush spread across your face. “But that tongue of yours is too sharp.” His gaze darkened, fingers gripping harder on your chin. “Maybe I need to teach that thing when to stop talking.”
It's obvious the tension between you was no longer fueled by anger alone. There was no denying the lust and desire into it now. Every movement Heeseung made was calculated, carefully chosen to wear you down. And you know no matter how hard you try to resist, will inevitably slowly be consumed by the presence of the venomous octopus hybrid standing before you.
Heeseung mocked your fear, treating your surrender as a prize to his predatory gaze. When he saw your freezing state, your own nerves paralyzing you into a pathetic, little woman, he couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction.
“What happened, baby?” Heeseung asked again with fake simpathy, his face only inches from you. “Where’d all that courage go?”
His scent grew stronger the closer he got, clouding what little focus you have left. You squeezed your eyes shut, a weak whimper slipping past your lips. You couldn’t answer—more so your body no longer obeyed your mind and all you could feel was the tight, suction of the tentacles wrapped around you and Heeseung's looming presence, threatening to take hold of every part of you.
You remained kneeling but only for a short while, because in an instant, Heeseung's tentacles tightened its grasp around your ankles and knee, pulling your legs apart without any effort, forcing your thighs open until you completely lost your balance and fell butt down onto the cold floor of the meeting room. The movement pushed your skirt up to your hips, exposing the thin white lace panties clinging to your heat.
You heard Heeseung let out a quiet laugh, low and mocking at the sight. He stepped closer before slowly crouching between your thighs while his tentacles kept your legs spread wide, refusing to let you close them.
“Well, would you look at that,” Heeseung drawled, his gaze lingering between your legs. “Who doesn’t wear safety shorts these days on a skirt like this, baby?”
His lips curled faintly. “Straight to lace panties, y/n? What, were you expecting someone to gawk on you?” His eyes lifted to yours, sharp with amusement and something darker. “Or maybe.. the office siren wants to be fucked through easy access?”
“Fuck you, Heeseung! Let me go!” You struggled against him, but your voice trembled with fear, betraying your ego. The octopus venom spreading through your system was slowly weakening you, turning your muscles soft and unsteady beneath the grip of his tentacles.
A cold smile touched Heeseung's lips. “Giving me orders now?” he asked quietly. “And here I thought you were smart. Do you really think you still have any say in this? Or maybe I should remind you again,” He tilted his head slightly, eyes fixed on your trembling form.
“Right now, you’re just a toy, y/n. My toy.” Heeseung didn’t wait for an answer before his long fingers trailed slowly along the smooth skin of your thigh, shamelessly slipping beneath the thin fabric of your panties. A sharp gasp escaped you the moment you felt the heat of his touch against your folds.
“You’re too loud for someone whose panties are already wet,” Heeseung whispered as he began to play with your clit with his thumb, the tip of it circling the center with a light touch. “What’s this, baby? You’re angry but here’s your body, pleading for me?”
“N-no... n-stop,” You can't help but moan, yet your whimper only made Heeseung's gaze darken even more. You forced your eyes shut, trying to hide yourself in shame, but you couldn’t escape the sensation the man was giving you.
He busied his hand playing your heat when one of his tentacles—a mind of their own, slowly moved over your chest, wrapping on its roundness before squeezing your tender and perky tits beneath your office blouse. Each squeeze and caress seemed purposely done to remind you how small and defenseless you truly were under Heeseung's dominance.
“Look at me, whore,” He commanded, his voice authoritative, a rush of lust evident in his tone “Look how I'm making you do this. Don't you want to be the 'best employee'? Show me how good you are at taking punishment then.”
Heeseung pressed his finger harder, forcing you to feel every warm slick on your plump folds. His other hand gripped your jaw, forcing your eyes open to see your own state—open, bound, and being played with in the middle of the office.
“You look so pathetic like this,” He taunted, his breath already quickening. “The office rolemodel, but here she is, trembling at my touch. Tell me, y/n... who's the boss now?”
A soft cry escaped your lips, tears finally falling as your body uncontrollably arched closer to Heeseung's hand. The shame gradually mixed with an insane need that only your enemy could fill. “Y-you... you,” You replied almost inaudibly, your toes curling at the intensity of the feeling.
“Say it again. I wanna hear it clearly.” He insisted, looking at you with heat while his fingers sped up playing your womanhood. He didn't falter, not even when the creamy liquid began to stain his fingers.
“You... you're the boss, Heeseung. Please..” You said in surrender, dignity completely crumbling under the power of the hybrid before you.
Heeseung smirked at your compliance, but it wasn't enough to forgive how sharp the words you'd thrown at him earlier.
In a sudden, he let go of your jaw and instead buried his large hands in your soft hair. He held his fist tightly—not enough to hurt you, but enough to force you to look up and feel his power and it seemed he's not planning to let go soon.
“What did you call me earlier, hmm? Nepo baby? Incompetent?” His voice was low, like the hiss of a monster ready to inject its venom.
“You have the nerve to step on me when you know so little. Maybe I should teach this mouth of yours to know its place.” He spat out in anger, pulling out his other hand from your tight heat only to press the thumb against your lower lip, forcing it open while his other hand remained tugging at your hair.
He pushed his finger deeper, urging you to tongue kiss the tip of it. The muscle circled around the last of his knuckle and as merciless as he is, he didn't stop even when you gagged.
Meanwhile, his tentacles below widened the gap between your legs even more until you felt your inner thighs slightly tear from the excessive stretch. “Look at your cunt, y/n. Your mouth is babbling but this one below is crying, you're fucking dripping, baby” He cupped and teased before he slapped over your clothed core. He pressed his finger against your wet folds again. Making sure you'd understand that the motions are meant to be rough than a gentle caress.
“You're so dirty. A lowly employee, but here you are… spread wide open in front of the 'nepo baby' you claim to fucking hate so much.”
“Heeseung... stop... p-please,” you pleaded, eyes filled with tears as your body trembled under his mild paralytic venom.
“Stop? Why? Weren't you so brave earlier? You told me to ‘go ahead’, right?” He pulled your hair even harder, causing you to let out a faint moan in pain and pleasure. “Here, I'm doing it. I'm showing you how easy it is to control you. One flick and you fold. One touch on your cunt, and you beg.”
He slid two fingers inside you without warning. A sharp gasp escaped you, eyes closing shut yet your small body arched towards him—pleading to be saved. But he wouldn't let you go; his tentacles were like iron bars enclosing your legs.
“So fucking tight, I love punishing you” Heeseung whispered as his fingers made deep, fast thrusts inside your cunt.
“You like this, don't you? To be humiliated in front of me? To feel like you're defenseless? Tell me, who's incompetent now?”
He brought his face closer to your exposed neck, his fangs ghosted your skin, toying to emit the tickling sensation on you before gently biting the soft flesh there as his fingers continued to torture your cunt with eased depth. He could feel every twitch of your walls around his fingers, every whimper music to his ears.
“Answer me, y/n. Who's incompetent?” Heeseung asked again, voice soft and slow—a contrast of his fingers accelerating their rhythm until he could feel the pulsating heat radiating from you.
“I-I... I,” you sobbed, hands tied behind your back trying to clutch something for support. “I-I am... ahh!... please, Hee...”
“Good girl. Stay there. Don't move until I tell you to,” Heeseung said, slowly releasing his fingers buried on your hair, only to replace it with a tight chokehold on your neck, “M’ wanna fucking ruin you.”
He curled his digits in that come-hither motion on your deep spot making you cry out in bliss, but just as you thought it's enough, one of his tentacles slid between your bodies, crawling at the center of your heat—every tiny suction cups leaves your skin a slight damp feeling, you didn't realize what it meant not until you witness one of it stop right before the engorged foreskin of your clit.
Before you could even react, you felt it wrapped around the nub, imitating like that of a tongue and you could only shriek out in return, “What the fuck, Heeseung!”
You couldn't handle the extra sensation of the muscle sucking you just right. You felt your orgasm nearing—cumming soon and harder.
The tingling sensation on your slick heat increased as you spent your remaining energy by shamelessly rocking your hips back and forth in Heeseung's hands and the tentacle sucking you.
The man watched you fall apart. You don't fucking care anymore, you just wanna ride out the high as your orgasm hit you intensely—hot, white flashes pooled in your stomach, legs trembling despite being restraint.
Heeseung's head tilted back slightly as he watched tears and sweat trail down your flushed cheeks. His other tentacles tightened around your legs, digging into the soft skin of your thighs just enough to keep you still—just enough to make sure you wouldn’t miss a single feeling he wanted to give you.
“Open wide” Heeseung's voice was dry and emotionless, yet heavy with authority. You shook your head weakly, forcing your trembling lips shut. Even with your own pride cracking apart beneath him, you still tried to hold onto some shred of control.
To Heeseung, though, that resistance only fed the anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.
He grabbed your jaw again, fingers pressing firmly until pain forced your mouth open. “Open wide when I tell you to, slut,” Heeseung's soft voice spoke firmly, his delicate features sharpening into something colder, more dangerous. “Did you really think you could humiliate me and I’d still go easy on you?” Before you could react, Heeseung already leaned closer and spat into your open mouth.
Your eyes widened instantly, shock freezing you in place as the warmth hit your tongue. his face hovered inches from yours, close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin. “Swallow,” he whispered. “Go on, y/n. Taste it.” His grip on your jaw tightened slightly.
“Dare spit it out and I'll shift your fucking womb.”
You forced yourself to swallow, your throat bobbed hard as your eyes remained fixed on the man's cold eyes. Each swallow was like an acceptance of your complete defeat—of the erasure of your dignity.
“This is your place, this is where you belong.” He taunted. He then removed his hand from your jaw and slowly lowered it again between your thighs where his fingers were already soaked with your juices.
He also spat on his own hand before pressing it again against your heat. The sound of wet grinding echoed through the quiet meeting room.“I'll spit all over your cunt too, slut”
His digits quickly toyed with your clit, shoving your juices back where it belonged. His spit pooled between his lips before it landed on your wet heat. “Look, baby. Dripping just for me.”
Heeseung lifted you as though you weighed nothing before slamming you onto the long conference table. The cold wood bit into your back, a sharp contrast to the burning heat you felt between your thighs.
Before you could even recover from the shock, his tentacles once again twisted around your wrists behind your back, binding them tightly like iron restraints, pinning you into the table.
“Careful, y/n. Keep squirming and you’ll ruin your clothes even more.” Heeseung whispered as he slowly unbuttoned it. The seconds felt long with each button getting undone, ironically handling it with grace for someone so rough.
He smirked, watching the thin fabric stretched tightly across your chest before finally parting enough to expose the smooth skin beneath.
His warm hands quickly slid down beneath you, clicking your bra’s hook apart as he discarded it like trash across the room. Now, the soft and plump shape of your breasts were displayed like a perfect gift for him—just right for him.
Your nipples were hard and sensitive, quivering with cold and fear. You instinctively tried to turn away, humiliation burning across your face, but Heeseung only watched you more intently.
"Nice view," He teased, his eyes fixed intently on your chest. Maybe obsessively so. “Did you really think I'd let you be wrapped? I want to see this shit bounce while I watch you suck.”
He then moved one of his tentacles to gently caress your left nipple—its suction wrapped at the hard and sensitive peak, the bliss of that nibbling sensation made you helplessly moan as it toyed with the nerve endings that made your back arch.
You shivered from the pleasure, unfamiliar spark running its course down to your heat. You didn't know playing with your tits could feel this good before.
While his eyes were busy above, the others of his tentacles below spread your legs wider. Your heat was dripping in its own juices, especially since Heeseung had already spat on it earlier.
He circled the table and stood his place right above your head, forcing you to gaze upward toward him. The view of his sharp nose and dazed eyes hyperfocused on you made all the sensation more overwhelming.
Heeseung is very handsome, there's no denying that. More so with his A-class hybrid status paraded like a pride. Venomous. Most. But you couldn't swallow the thought that such a title would make his ego inflated.
“Look at that mouth of yours, baby. You've been talking too much earlier,” He tried to insert the tip of his tentacle into your mouth. You shook your head, forcing your lips shut as though to reject this part of Heeseung's nasty foreplay. But both his hands tugged your hair hard, refusing to let you move, so you accepted your fate in defeat.
The tentacle moved closer again and you couldn't do anything but choke slightly as it finally entered your lips.
“Suck it. Train your tongue for me cause we might as well make it useful, hmm?” Your eyes glared at him with anger above you. Heeseung only chuckled in return, his fingers tapping your lips in mockery.
That scent of his messed your sanity even more. You reluctantly toyed his tentacles with your tongue, closing your eyes in hopes of easing your nerves amidst the chaos—of pushing away the disgust.
But just as you busied yourself sucking the tentacle in your mouth, You felt Heeseung's other tentacles crawling further up your thighs, one of it stopping right in front of your wet heat, tip looming right at the entrance.
Feeling the thin tip of it knocking on your hole, you already get what it wanted. So you did your best to shake your frame, determined to yank it away only for the other ones to coil your legs back tighter—and worse, spread your legs even wider hanging past the table ends.
You couldn't scream or complain with a tentacle stuffing your mouth. Tears pooled your eyes when it finally entered you—straight, without a word, forcing your slit open. You felt it, starting from its thin tip til thicker, its textured shaft rubbing your walls, suction gripping you from the inside.
Bliss and disgust pooled your lower stomach once again yet the intense pleasure was undeniable. You cried out helplessly.
“Mmm… look at you. Filled to the brim in both holes.” He smirked while his hand was on your tits, playing and rubbing the soft flesh like it's his personal stress ball. “You're like a doll, baby. Just a cheap entertainment for a nepo baby like me, aren't you?”
He pressed his palm against your nipple, squeezing it as he quickened the rhythm of the tentacle inside your womanhood.
The sound of wet squelching below and your weak muffled moans above were like music to his ears.
He continued with great consistency, nearing you almost at the edge, you felt the peak pleasure enveloping your whole body.
Just then, you felt the tentacle stuffing your mouth slowly crawl its way out the same time the one below stopped.
You coughed hard, gasping for air. Your own spit trickled down your chin, as you muttered gratitude for finally being able to breathe freely.
Down below though, disappointment loomed over you from your orgasm being denied. Still, you sighed in relief—finally calming down.
You closed your eyes in hopes of grounding yourself only to be doomed by the faint interruption of a belt clinking together with that familiar sound of zipper and fabric shifting.
Above you is the sight of Heeseung slowly pulling out his hard cock, thick and slick down to the shaft while its tip tan and angry. You swallowed hard—a tingling sensation erupted in your hole from the sight before you.
He is beautiful but scary. Volatile hybrids like him are known for their libido and girth—their pride belonged to their shaft, to their ability to mate and wear down—they don't take belittlement lightly, and you should've known that before you started your beef with Heeseung.
He proudly pumped it above you. The thick length casting shadows on your laid face while he shamelessly ran his gaze all over your body—it only took the sight of your tits before he fisted himself harder while throwing his head back in pleasure.
“Suck.“ He said in between his breaths, words more like that of command than a request. You have no choice (and if you do, you'd still choose this) but wrap your lips around his thick shaft which made him hiss.
His thin lips mumbled an incoherent swear from the warm pleasure of your mouth—had he been fantasizing stuffing that mouth full ever since it first talked back—to him, the sight is a dream come true.
He watched every movement of your body on the conference table. He wasn't fulfilled yet; he wanted to see the complete defeat of your pride.
His tentacles, having a mind of their own, slowly crawled over every sensitive crevice of your body. One tentacle entered your hole again, filling you while the other two played—one caressed your clit, eventually nibbling the nub, while you felt the other one slowly descending your ass, testing the tightness of your second hole.
"H-hng—! Mmph!" your complaints remained muffled by Heeseung's cock in your mouth. Limbs tangled and restraint, you could not do anything to resist the invasion of his tentacles on all your holes.
Your eyes were tightly shut, tears streaming down your cheeks. You didn't know whether to curse Heeseung or thank him for every jolt of electricity his tentacles sent.
“Look at your cunt, baby. It's fucking clenching. You're sucking it back,” Heeseung teased as he watched his tentacles slide in and out of your wet hole. The other one glided in your ass the same way—you shivered, holes clenching simultaneously.
The sight of your overstimulated body only made him feral. He picked up the rhythm until only the sound of grinding and wet flesh filled the entire room.
“More. No teeth” Heeseung commanded as you forced yourself to suck his thick cock. The man's hands landed both on your tits. He grabbed your nipples—hard and trembling—and began to twist and pull them hard. He rubbed on the nerve endings, rhythm flowing with the thrust of his hips. as if he were driving your every moan and movement.
“Ah—! Heeseung, ‘s too... much,” You tried to mumble, complaining between your sucks, voice cracking. Your small face felt as if it would be swallowed by his size, yet you could do nothing but accept every inch of it.
Heeseung, on the other hand, enjoyed the vibration down your throat with every complaint and cries.
The sensation made him press his cock deeper into your throat as his fingers mercilessly squeezed your tender breasts. His tentacles below sliding in and out deeper, deliberately sucking the soft spot inside you.
Soft sobs escaped your lips more. The shame of seeing yourself being made into a toy was gradually drowned in the intense pleasure brought by the hybrid's dominance.
You wanted to curse, wanted to fight, but all that came out of you was obeying your enemy's every command.
“Go cry, baby. I get even more horny when I see you like this—sopping wet, blouse ruined, holes filled and sucking me,” He whispered, his eyes seeming to sting with the intensity of his selfish desire.
Heeseung felt that familiar strong pulse running from his stomach up his entire body. His dark hair was slightly damp with sweat, and his deer-like eyes had completely turned dangerous—dark, piercing, and full of lust.
Along him are his tentacles that seemed to go wild as well; two slid in-out your ass and cunt, the other busied itself rubbing your swollen nipples again, while the other tightened the gap between your thighs further.
Heeseung could only close his eyes, the sight too, is too much for him to take.
He moaned, his previously calm voice turning into a soft, whiny groan. With the intensity of pleasure, he slowly grabbed your hair and began faster and deeper thrusts into your warm mouth.
Each thrust of his thick cock brought muffled gasps from you, who was almost drowning in his size. You could feel every pulsating vein throbbing against your tongue.
“f-fuck,” A tingling shiver ran through him. At the exact moment he was about to release, he quickly pulled his cock out of your mouth. A thick, hot blast of his liquid sprayed out loudly—not just on your lips, but all over your face. Your smooth skin was drenched in his white, thick cum.
A long, trembling whimper escaped Heeseung as he pumped his cock to milk himself dry before using his fingers to paint his cum onto your face.
He smeared it on your cheeks, your forehead, and even your wet lips that were still quivering. To him, you looked like a piece of art—hair was messy, eyes wide with shock and shame, and drenched in the cum of the man you hated.
“Look at your face,” Heeseung whispered, panting and admiring his masterpiece. “This is for you, baby. You look beautiful when you’re covered in my shit. Does ‘nepo baby’ cum taste good? Hmm?” He watched you gasp for breath, breasts rising and falling rapidly.
His tentacles slowly released, leaving you sprawled on the table, blouse torn.
Heeseung couldn't wait any longer. Seeing your face covered in his cum made his blood boil even more.
In one swift motion, he climbed the table before pulling your thighs closer to the edge, shifting until your plump cunt was directly against his hard cock.
“Let's see if you can talk when I've filled all your holes,” He whispered, voice hissing as he forced your legs together until your knees almost kissed your own chest—he folded you into two, his limbs caging you.
He slid his cock in your fold, his tip occasionally nudging your clit with that delicious friction. He did it with rhythm. Without warning, he finally pressed his thick cock into you with a deep, fast thrust—burying himself into the hilt.
You cried out softly, soft voice broken by the intense sensation—the fullness of him inside. Your body arched, toes curled as you struggled to take in every inch of Heeseung.
But the hybrid didn't stop there. As he only began his heavy, deep thrusts, his tentacles began to move on their own.
A thick tentacle slowly positioned itself in your second hole. Using your own fluid as a lubricant, it suddenly shoved iteelf into your ass.
“N-no... n-not there..!” You almost lost your breath from the intensity of the double penetration. The feeling of being filled from the front and back caused a severe overload in your system.
“Why not? Don't you want to feel how incompetent I am?” Heeseung teased as he accelerated the rhythm of his cock. Each of his thrusts was accompanied by the sound of wet flesh squirming, while the tentacle on the back also moved in and out, trying to break your tightness.
Not satisfied yet, he used his fingers to vigorously rub your clit that had been swelling since earlier. The combination of his cock gliding on your walls, the stretching of your ass, and the torturing caress on your clit made you give in.
“please!” your complaints were now mixed with intense moans, crying was no longer just out of shame; it was the plea of your body surrendering to the intensity.
Heeseung’s eyes were fixed as your tits bounced with every impact of his body.
“Feels good?” He brought his face closer to your neck, showering it with kisses accompanied by bites. His scent became even more intoxicating, as if poisoning your every remaining desire.
You cursed endlessly, dignity completely melting away as your body moved with every thrust.
Heeseung deliberately changed the rhythm—from quick, shallow thrusts, he suddenly pressed very slowly and deeply, angling his hips so you could feel every vein of his cock rubbing your spot before burying deep in your cervix. The tentacle on the back also went deeper, trying to find every sensitive corner in your gut.
The friction of the skin was creating a sticky, wet sound that filled the entire meeting room. Every thrust of cock inside you seemed to measure the depths of your womb.
Heeseung could feel every twitch and clench against his shaft—a tight and desperate plea of your cunt that seemed to refuse to let go.
Your back arched, fingers gripping the edge of the table as your thighs trembled from the intensity of the overload.
The double penetration—his thick cock in front and the cold tentacles behind—brought you to a climax you never thought you could reach with your mortal enemy.
"Does it feel good? Hmm? Answer me, baby" He whispered, voice soft, whiny, and full of trembling as he accelerated his rhythm. "You like this, don't you? Being fucked mercilessly by the person you hate?”
In the midst of his cruelty, he suddenly grabbed your face, Heeseung kissed you passionately. A mixture of tongue, moans, and a strange tenderness—that it almost made both of you forget that you were enemies.
His kiss tasted of poison and desire, trying to suck your breath away while his hips continued to thrust violently.
He let go, lips parted slightly, his forehead remained pressed on yours. His deer-like features softened slightly, even when his tentacles still slid in and out of your two holes.
“Do you know how stupid you are?” He whispered, panting. “You make me crazy. You test me every day. But while you curse at me, all I could think about was how much I wanted to silence you.”
He paused in his thrusts for a moment, pressing his cock against your lowest part as his eyes stared deeply into yours.
“You're bullshit, y/n. I'm so annoyed with you but only you, I'm this needy. I'm only this needy for you,” he confessed.
Before you could answer, he resumed his violent thrusts, harder and deeper than before. His tentacles on his back curled even more, as if keeping up.
“Say it... say my name, y/n,” Heeseung ordered as he pressed his lips to your neck again, savoring every cry and moan you made.
“H-heeseung- please, hurry up!” you replied in surrender, arms slowly crawling around his neck, trying to pull it down as your body completely drowned in the poison of the hybrid.
Your small body seemed to tremble with his every thrust. Heeseung spread your legs wider, wrapping it in his waist as he aimed to slide his thick cock the smoother way.
“you're so tight... fuck”** Heeseung moaned, his eyes tightly closed in pleasure as his hips faltered with deep thrusts.
At the same time, Heeseung's tentacle in your ass became even more aggressive. It moved in and out rapidly. The sensation of filling both of your holes all at once gave you the feeling of being sucked up into the sky.
Your toes curled, and your back almost bridged the table with the intensity of it all.
Amidst the clashing of your pelvis, Heeseung grabbed your lips again. A loving kiss but a violent one.
Both of your mouths opened wide, tongues knotted and fought. With the intensity of your moans, you could feel the slight clash of each other's teeth, but neither of you cared. Every bite Heeseung took on your lips was answered by your limbs holding him tighter. You moaned into the kiss, tits were bouncing, and Heeseung can't help but squeeze them again.
His saliva and yours mixing and dripping down the sides of your mouth. The tentacle on the back began to twist inside your ass, hitting every nerve ending making you cry out in pleasure.
Your entire body gave out. With Heeseung's last deep thrust, along with the rapid rotation of the tentacle in your ass, your system experienced a severe short circuit.
Your eyes rolled back, you could only see flashes of white as your body began to convulse on the table and beneath him.
A long, broken scream escaped your throat that quickly turned into a series of gurgling whimpers due to the intensity. Your cunt began to clench violently—shaking, crying orgasm—each contraction seemed to be trying to crush Heeseung's cock inside. Your legs spasmed, bound hands struggled to dig into your own skin.
Heeseung let out a perverted chuckle at the sight. He watched your every move—you're breathing like that of a prey, poorly hot and fast. To him, it was the most perfect art he had ever seen.
He held your face, wiping away your tears as his tentacles tightened their hold even tighter. He saw your spit trickling down your mouth and he could only tease you in response, “You're drooling, baby.”
He couldn't think straight anymore. Feeling your cunt hugging and drowning him in warmth, he felt his rut completely explode.
His cock thickens even more inside you, squirming and throbbing. He thrusted, pace faltering as he kept chasing the climax—each one perfectly rubbing the soft ridge of your cunt.
With a loud groan from deep within his chest, he finally released.
“F-FUCK!” He came into you with a hot, thick, endless stream on your walls. You could feel the heat coursing through your womb, melting your insides.
Each thrust of Heeseung's cock to ride out the high released more of his cum, filling every nook and cranny of your slit until it overflowed and dripped onto the table.
The scent grew heavier—a sign that his territory had been completely conquered. You remained laying on your back, legs still shaking and breathing ragged.
The silent meeting room was filled only with the sound of your heavy breathing and the sticky drops of liquid on the floor.
Heeseung remained buried inside you, savoring every pulse of the wall of your womanhood that refused to let go of him.
His tentacles, though, were not as fierce as before. They crawled out of you, while the others remained tightly wrapped around your legs and waist—a cage that reminded who owned you at this moment.
Heeseung slowly lifted his body, just enough to see your ruined appearance. Lips were swollen, face was stained with dried cum, and your eyes remained dull and tired.
“Look at me, y/n,” He commanded, his voice soft.
“Listen to me carefully.” He used his finger to brush away a few strands of hair that were stuck to your sweaty forehead. He pressed his face against your neck, inhaling your scent which was now tainted with his own.
“Let’s seal it. You are mine now. My property, my toy, my subordinate,” he whispered, each word like a needle prick in your ear.
“No matter what you do, no matter where you go in the office—or in this world, every fiber of your being smells of me. You can’t get rid of it.” He gave your face small pecks—around your nose, cheeks, and lips.
You felt the slight movement of his cock inside you, a reminder that he could hurt you or please you anytime he want to.
“So starting tomorrow… you’re going to be nicest, hmm?” He teased as he slowly caressed your soft cheeks.
“I don’t want to hear your sharp tongue against me anymore. What I want is the modest you... the you who follows my every move. Because if I ever hear those words from your mouth again...” He stopped and bit the tip of your ear slightly, causing you to flinch.
“...I’ll fuck you even worse than this. I’ll poison your entire system until you have nothing else to do but crawl in front of me. Understood?”
A weak, barely audible “O-yes...,” came out of your mouth, pride completely buried under that table.
“Good girl,” Heeseung said with a smile. “I like that. Obedient. That’s where you belong, y/n. That’s where you belong.”
As he slowly pulled away, you felt his venom drain from you body as he left you slumped and still shaking on the table. His tentacles crawled back on his body like they weren't there at all before he adjusted his tie and his dark hair. He cleaned himself like nothing had happened.
He pulled a box of wipes from his briefcase before gently pressing it against your dripping cunt. He cleaned you up with meticulousness—the unfamiliar care blooming a seething feeling within you.
“Get ready. We still have a report to finish,” He finally whispered as he walked to his seat, leaving you like a rag that existed just to serve him.
Summary Heeseung takes his girlfriend on a trip to Italy with his two brothers, expecting a simple getaway, but things quickly become complicated as boundaries start to blur. What begins as harmless closeness turns into lingering touches and charged moments, with each brother getting closer to her in ways that feel harder to ignore. As she finds herself responding, her loyalty to Heeseung begins to crack under temptation and curiosity. The trip slowly turns into an emotional spiral where desire and guilt collide, leading her to take the heat ad wrath of all three brothers at once.
Warnings smut,making out,choking,fluff,slice of life,squirting(many many times), dirty talking,rough play,throat bulge,abuse of power, cheating, dry humping,multiple positions,blowjobs, tit slapping(?), fluff,unprotected sex,p in v, spanking,manipulation,groping, oral(both m and f receive), evan is rough with fucking,tit sucking,fingering,cum eating,gagging.
Notes i don't know why tumblr is making me divide this shit. But anyways. this took a while but im happy i can share it w u guys and i hope you like it.
The first thing you notice about the villa isn’t its size—though it is absurdly large, all sun-warmed stone and climbing ivy—but the way it feels like it’s been waiting.
Perched somewhere along the quieter edge of the Italian coast, where the sea folds lazily into cliffs and lemon trees lean heavy with fruit, the house breathes familiarity. It isn’t rented, not really. It belongs to them.
To the Lees. A place passed down quietly, like a secret too precious to boast about. Heeseung had told you that once, almost offhandedly, as if owning a villa in Italy was no more significant than owning a spare jacket.
You didn’t know whether to laugh or stare at him then. You still don’t quite know what to do with that kind of life now that you’re standing inside it.
And then there are the brothers.
Triplets, which sounds simple until you actually meet them. Because Lee Heeseung, Lee Evan, and Lee Ethan might share the same face at first glance, but it fractures quickly into differences you learn to trace like instinct. Evan is sharper, quieter in a way that feels intentional—eyes always observing, like he knows more than he lets on.
Ethan is easier, laughter coming quicker, shoulders looser, the kind of person who leans into you when he talks without thinking twice. And Heeseung… Heeseung is the one you look for without realizing. Not louder, not softer—just steady. Like he stands at the center of something, and everything else rearranges itself around him.
You hadn’t meant for it to happen. That’s the truth you cling to when the memories feel too vivid.
Back then, you were just around—Ethan’s friend first, then somehow everyone’s. Study sessions that turned into late-night takeout, casual group chats that slowly became your routine, weekends that blurred into each other because you kept getting invited back. Heeseung was always there, but never overwhelming.
He didn’t push into your space the way Ethan did, didn’t quietly analyze you the way Evan seemed to. He just… stayed. Offered you his hoodie when you complained about the cold. Remember how you took your coffee without ever asking twice. Walk beside you instead of ahead.
It felt safe. That’s how it started—something soft and unthreatening. You didn’t even realize when your attention began to linger on him longer than it should.
When your eyes searched for him first in a room. When your conversations shifted from shared group chaos to something quieter, more private.
Heeseung never rushed you, never crossed lines you hadn’t drawn yourself. If anything, he seemed content to exist in that in-between space with you, where nothing was defined but everything felt understood.
And maybe that’s why you trusted him so easily—because he never made you feel like you had to be anything more than what you already were. And that touched your heart more than it should have.
By the time it turned into something real with heeseung, it didn’t feel like a change. It felt like something settling into place. A late night, a conversation that lasted too long, a silence that stretched just enough for him to look at you differently—and for you not to look away.
There was no grand confession, no dramatic shift. Just his hand brushing yours, hesitating for half a second before you let your fingers lace together. Just the quiet realization that this—him—had already become yours in every way that mattered.
And now, standing in a villa that belongs to his family, halfway across the world, with all three brothers moving through the space like they’ve always owned it, you can’t help but wonder how something that started so gently led you somewhere this overwhelming.
And then, properly—inevitably—you begin to notice them.
Lee Ethan passes you first, and for a second you almost don’t register him beyond the quiet shift of presence beside you. It’s the color that catches after—the deep red of his hair, vivid in the sunlight, a striking contrast to how contained he is.
There’s something restrained about him, like every movement is measured, every word considered before it’s spoken. He takes your bag from your hand without asking, fingers brushing yours just briefly, and offers a small nod instead of a greeting. It’s subtle, but grounding.
You remember how it used to be with him, how easy it was to sit in silence without feeling the need to fill it, how your friendship had started with shared spaces rather than shared words. Even now, there’s a familiarity in the way he moves around you, quiet but constant.
Evan is the opposite in every possible way. Reckless,dangerous,calm.
You hear him before you fully see him—a laugh, low and careless, cutting through the stillness of the villa like it belongs there. When you turn, he’s already watching you. Blonde-silver hair falls messily over his forehead, glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he pushes them back up with an absent motion.
There’s something sharp about him, something unpredictable, like he exists just a step outside of whatever line everyone else follows. He grins when your eyes meet his, slow and knowing, as if he’s already decided this trip will be interesting simply because you’re here.
Evan doesn’t hide what he thinks—he never has. He leans too close when he talks, says things that toe the line just enough to make your pulse trip, and somehow makes it feel less like a challenge and more like a game you didn’t realize you’d agreed to play.
And then there’s Heeseung.
You don’t notice him all at once—not like the others. It’s the shift that gives him away. The way your attention settles before you even fully see him, like something in you already knows where to look.
He’s leaning against the doorway, arms crossed loosely, brown hair falling into his eyes as his gaze fixes on you—steady, unreadable for anyone else. But not for you.
“For someone who’s been here five seconds,” he says, voice low, almost amused, “you look like you’re already thinking of running away.” His hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your face that the breeze here decided to mess with.
You huff out a quiet breath, adjusting the strap of your dress,which fell down slightly after Ethan had taken the bag from you. “It’s big,” you mumble. “And maybe…a bit intimidating?”
“Mm.” He pushes off the doorway, closing the distance between you like it’s nothing. “You’re intimidated by a house?”
“I’m intimidated by your life,” you shoot back, softer than it sounds, because he’s close now—too close for your thoughts to stay steady.
“But it's very pretty”
That earns you a faint smile. Not wide, not showy—just enough to make your chest tighten. “You’ve been part of it for four months,so…..I guess I could help you later…..don’t worry” he reminds you quietly,speaking almost in a whisper as the others start unpacking their stuff.
Four months.
It settles between you like something heavier than it should be. Not new, not fragile—just… real. You open your mouth to say something, but it falters when his hand finds your wrist, gentle but deliberate. He doesn’t ask. He never really does—not with you. He just tilts his head slightly, eyes dropping to your face like he’s checking for something only he can read.
“You’re overthinking,” he murmurs.
“I’m not—”
“You are.” His thumb brushes lightly against your pulse, slow, grounding, like he knows exactly how to pull you back into yourself.
“You always do this when something matters.”
You swallow, your voice coming out quieter this time. “Maybe it matters too much.”
For a second, he doesn’t say anything. And then his expression shifts—just slightly, but enough for you to feel it. Something sharper beneath the calm.
“Good,” he says simply.
Your brows pull together. “Good?”
“Yeah.” His hand slides from your wrist to your fingers, lacing them together with an ease that still catches you off guard, even now. “I’d be more concerned if it didn’t.”
There’s something in the way he says it—something steady, but edged with that quiet intensity you’ve come to recognize. The part of him that doesn’t push, doesn’t rush… but doesn’t let go either. It’s the same part of him that drew you in without you noticing, the same part that kept you there once you did.
“And stop looking at everything else like it’s more important than you being here,” he adds, softer now, but no less firm. His gaze lifts back to yours, holding it in place. “You’re with me. That’s all you need to focus on,okay love?”
Your breath catches slightly, not because of what he said—but because of how easily you believe him. You just nod,feeling your cheeks warm up by each second that passed on. “Got so many things on my mind f’you”
He presses soft kisses on your shoulder,hugging your waist from behind as you suck in a deep breath at the feeling. Your eyes subconsciously darts towards the hallway,evan and ethan working efficiently to get the luggages settled down to respective rooms.
And that’s the thing about Heeseung. It was never loud, never overwhelming. He didn’t steal your heart in one moment—you gave it to him slowly, piece by piece, until there was nothing left to take back. And now, standing in the middle of a life that still feels too big for you, he’s the only thing that doesn’t.
Heeseung pulls away for a second to hold your hand instead,lazily dragging you along. When you reached inside a room,you took in your surroundings on instinct. There was no doubt that Mr.Lee,heeseung’s dad,spared no expense in this villa.
The room felt less like a bedroom and more like a quiet statement of power—the kind that didn’t need to announce.
Along the sun-drenched curves of the Amalfi Coast, the space opened with tall arched windows that framed an uninterrupted sweep of blue—sea melting into sky.
Sheer linen curtains drifted lazily in the warm breeze, carrying in the faint scent of salt and citrus from the terraced gardens below.
The floors were cool marble, veined in soft gold and ivory, reflecting the late afternoon light like water.
A Persian rug—muted, expensive, unmistakably handwoven—anchored the center of the room beneath a low, king-sized bed dressed in crisp white sheets and a charcoal cashmere throw tossed carelessly across the edge.
Everything about it looked effortless, but nothing about it was accidental.
Behind the bed, a textured stone wall ran the length of the room. To one side, a sleek writing desk in dark walnut faced the windows, paired with a leather chair that had clearly been chosen for comfort as much as status.
The wardrobe—if it could even be called that—was hidden behind sliding panels, revealing rows of tailored suits in neutral tones, each spaced with surgical precision. Ethan plopped onto the bed as if testing it for his youngest brother.
“Dad really favors you and it shows” he joked to which heeseung just shrugs. Knowing that his dad could bias anyone depending on conditions and situations.
“You say that because you weren't there when we all were discussing the blueprint of this place” heeseung calmly replied,his warm hand still clasping yours.
Evan just looked around,lips curving up to a small smile when he caught your eyes in his direction,you were too quick to look away as well,not before catching a flicker of something you chose to push down for now. Cause no way he would sort it out when the boyfriend is in the scene. And it was wrong to even think further.
“Heeseung you said you had to call dad after coming here?” Evan suddenly speaks up when he notices the text his dad sent him not too long ago while they were on the plane,which popped up now cuz of the network.
“Bet he's gonna hand you that stupid deal with hyunjae” Ethan pipes in,toying with the hem of the pillow cover before smoothing it out.
Heeseung sighs,the abrasive feeling clouding his mind at the mention of hyunjae. Such a fucking jerk at that. The worst person his dad had ever formed alliances with. The decision was so very rotten.
At one point he remembered it involved the police cause hyunjae,being the fuck up he is almost lost an important file that was needed in the board meeting,which would also be the one meeting to determine the faith of the Lee Corporation.
The thought alone makes his blood boil. But a job is still a duty and after years of working alongside his dad,he had to get this issue settled.
“Him again?” You heard the irritation in your boyfriend's voice,whose hand already left yours a while ago. But stayed quiet instead.
“Tell dad I'll get it done by today” your head shot up to look at the man beside you,not believing that he's actually going to be away,on a vacation,for work when clearly this was meant to be a trip for the both of you as well since you both first started dating.
“But how far is it from here—are you going to take a flight back—”
Lee Heeseung doesn’t let you finish. He leans in, cutting you off with a kiss—slow, warm, laced with a quiet kind of longing that makes your words dissolve instantly. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, the question forgotten on your lips. Consciousness and environmental awareness be damned.
Somewhere in the room, a low chuckle sounds—Evan or Ethan, you’re not even sure. Like this wasn’t something new,kissing in front of the two Lee brothers.
It doesn’t matter.
“Baby,” Heeseung murmurs when he pulls back, his forehead almost brushing yours, “the guy lives an hour away. His office is close too.” His hand lingers at your side, thumb grazing softly. “I’ll be back before you even start missing me.”
He smiles then—soft, fond, the kind that feels like it belongs only to you.
“Don’t worry, y/n,” Evan cuts in casually, shifting on the bed and propping himself up on his elbows. His tone is easy, reassuring—but there’s something fleeting in the way his lips curl, gone almost as soon as it appears. “We’ll keep you entertained.”
You don’t step closer. “If this is another one of your plans, I’m not interested,” you reply, arms crossing—but your eyes still flick to the screen. Ethan notices and moves in, closing the distance just enough.
“It’s not just a plan,” he says, angling the phone toward you. “It’s already done.” Your gaze drops—reservations, time slots, confirmations… your name sitting there like you agreed. Your brows knit. “You didn’t even ask me,” you say, quieter now, edged.
Before Ethan can respond, Lee Heeseung steps in, eyes moving between you and his brothers before settling on you. “What’s going on?” he asks, calm—but there’s something tight underneath.
“We made plans,” Evan says from behind you, voice low, presence too close. Ethan lifts the phone again. “Reservations. We’re asking her to come.”
A pause. Heeseung’s gaze flicks to the screen—just a second, but it’s enough. Something shifts in his expression, subtle but there. “Without asking her first?” he says, though he’s looking at you now.
Your pulse picks up under the weight of it all. Evan leans in slightly. “We’re asking now,” he murmurs.
The silence stretches.
Heeseung doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes stay on you, but his thoughts drift—somewhere else, somewhere quieter. He’d already planned something. Not like this. Something slower, just the two of you… streets in Italy, getting lost on purpose, no schedules, no one else deciding for you.
His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. Oh how he hated that he had to leave for an issue anytime soon.
Then, softer, more careful—“Do you want to go?”
Silence hangs after the question, heavier than before.
You don’t answer right away. Your eyes drop for a second, then lift again—caught between the three of them, between what’s already decided and what you’re still trying to figure out. “I…” you start, but it fades, uncertainty settling in your chest.
Ethan exhales through his nose, like he expected that hesitation. “It’s just a day,” he says, softer now, nudging the phone a little closer as if the details might convince you. “Everything’s booked. You won’t have to think about anything.”
“Maybe that’s the problem,” you murmur.
Evan shifts behind you again, slower this time, less teasing—more deliberate. “Or maybe you think too much,” he counters quietly. “It’s not that serious.”
Heeseung’s gaze flicks to him for a split second—sharp, warning—before returning to you. There’s something restrained in the way he’s holding himself back, like he’s choosing every word before it leaves his mouth. “It is,” he says, calm but firm. “If she didn’t get a say, it is.”
Another pause settles in, thicker now.
Ethan straightens slightly, the edge returning to his voice. “We’re not forcing her,” he says, though his eyes slide back to you like he’s still expecting a yes. “We just thought—”
“You thought she’d go along with it,” Heeseung cuts in, not loud, but enough to stop him.
Your breath catches at that. “Not quite. Thought you’re gonna join us y’know? Just us three brothers…” Evan starts from where he remained,”but since you’re gonna be away parading with that idiot,why not ask her to come with us instead,hmm?” he finishes,words coming a bit too breathless,eager.
Ethan lets out a quiet scoff, but there’s no real bite to it this time. “You’re acting like we dragged her into something,” he mutters. “We just planned something fun.”
The tension shifts—less about you now, more between them—but you’re still right in the middle of it, feeling every glance, every unspoken thing.
You swallow. “I don’t… hate the idea,” you admit slowly, eyes dropping to the phone again. “I just don’t like that I didn’t know.”
Ethan’s expression softens a fraction, like that’s enough for him. “Then come,” he says, quieter. “At least see how it goes”
Evan hums lightly behind you. “You can always leave early,” he adds, almost like a compromise.
Heeseung doesn’t say anything right away.
You feel it—the way his silence is different from theirs. Not pushing, not pulling… just waiting. When you finally look at him, his eyes are already on you, steady, searching, but there’s something else underneath now. Something conflicted.
That other plan still lingers in his mind—unspoken. Narrow streets, your hand in his, no interruptions. Something that was supposed to be yours before this.
His jaw tightens again, barely noticeable.
Then, quieter—just for you—“You don’t have to decide right now,” he says.
Ethan shifts, clearly less patient. “We kind of do,” he mutters, glancing at the time on his phone. “There are slots—”
Heeseung doesn’t even look at him. “She’ll answer when she’s ready.”
The room stills again.
Your fingers curl slightly at your sides, your thoughts louder than everything around you. Three different pulls, three different expectations—and somewhere in between them, what you actually want.
Evan’s voice drops one last time, softer than before. “So?”
But this time, no one rushes you.
Not even him.
Silence stretches just a second longer—long enough for your thoughts to settle, for the weight of their gazes to press in from all sides.
Then you exhale, quiet but certain.
“…Okay.” It’s soft, but it lands.
Ethan’s head lifts instantly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face before he masks it. “Yeah?” he asks, like he needs to hear it again.
You nod a little more firmly this time. “I’ll go.”you fiddle with the hem of your cardigan,eyes looking for any reaction on your boyfriend’s face.
Evan lets out a low hum behind you, something almost amused in it, the tension in his posture easing just slightly. “Knew you would,” he murmurs, not quite smug—but close enough.
Ethan glances down at his phone, already scrolling, already adjusting something like he’d been waiting for this exact answer. “Good,” he says under his breath. “You won’t regret it.”
But the shift in the room isn’t just theirs.
Because when you look up—
Lee Heeseung is already watching you.
He doesn’t react the way they do. No smile, no relief. Just a small pause, like he’s taking in your answer more carefully than the others. His gaze softens—but there’s something restrained behind it, something he doesn’t say.
That quiet plan in his mind doesn’t disappear.
It just… lingers.
He nods once, slow. “Alright,” he says, voice even, supportive—but not quite matching the energy around him.
Ethan claps his hands lightly, breaking whatever silence was left. “Then it’s settled”
Evan steps back at last, giving you space again, though his presence still feels close. “We’ll make it worth it,” he adds, glancing at you from the side.
But Heeseung doesn’t move right away.
You feel it—the way his eyes stay on you even as the others shift, the way he lingers just a second longer before stepping closer, lowering his voice so it’s only for you.
“You sure?” he asks quietly. As if he already has told you about the date he planned, hoping you’d object to this new plan forming.
There’s no pressure in it. Just something softer. Something careful.
You meet his eyes and nod again, though this time it feels different—less certain, more reassuring. “Yeah. Could use this as a distraction while you’re away”
He studies your face like he’s trying to read what you’re not saying, then finally gives in with a small exhale, his hand brushing lightly against yours—brief, grounding.
“Okay,” he murmurs.
But even as he steps back, letting the moment go, there’s a faint tightness in his expression—
like he’s already thinking about something that was supposed to be just the two of you, and quietly deciding to put it aside. For now.
A beat. “But what’s in the package?’ the question slipped out of you without realizing.
“Outdoor activities,” he adds smoothly.
Ethan jumps in right after, like he’s been waiting for that exact moment. “Yeah—have you seen the day cruise options?” he says, leaning forward slightly. “They’ve got yachts too. We could rent one out, make a whole day of it.”
The room settles again, lighter on the surface.
Something underneath it all lingers—quiet, unspoken, easy to miss if you’re not looking for it.
You hesitated for a second. Not because of having the space to decide but because the offer sounded too tempting,as if something was simmering on the edge of their words.
Lee Heeseung had always trusted his brothers. They were his blood, after all. Leaving you with them had never felt like a risk—never something worth questioning.
But trust and doubt don’t stay separate for long.
And lately, he wasn’t sure they could exist in the same breath without one quietly corrupting the other.
Brothers devoted to loyalty—respecting the youngest’s lover—was one thing.
But devotion, he knew, had a way of twisting when it was tested.
Because loyalty wasn’t always clean. It didn’t stay untouched just because it started that way. Sometimes it bent. Sometimes it is blurred. Sometimes it started looking a little too much like something else entirely.
And Heeseung had seen it before—the way boundaries shifted when no one was watching, the way familiarity made things feel permissible when they shouldn’t be. Blood didn’t erase temptation. It just made betrayal quieter. Subtler. Easier to deny.
You had once– only once,mistook Evan as your boyfriend,back when they had the similar color of strands,very hard to tell apart,for anyone else’s eyes too,it was hard to find out which one was the rising doctor,which one drove till it was reckless and which one had your heart.
You still remember vividly, how heeseung’s wrath–for a man who never got angry,let alone raised his voice at you,had your body pressed deep into the bed,pounding all his rage into your cunt,unforgiving,giving you something to remember so you never mess up again. And it did help,for a long while.
It still felt a lot harder to confront. The slight bitter feeling on his tongue when Ethan said that.
He exhales slowly, hand tightening around his phone as the thought settles heavier than it should. You trusted them too. That’s what unsettles him the most.
Because trust makes everything easier—easier to get close, easier to cross lines without it looking like crossing at all.
His jaw tightens.
There’s a part of him that wants to dismiss it, to tell himself he’s overthinking, that this is nothing more than a passing thought.But another part—quieter, sharper—doesn’t let it go.
Because devotion, when misplaced, doesn’t disappear.
It redirects.
You don’t notice when the other two leave the room, the door clicking shut behind them, giving you both the privacy you didn’t even realize you needed after the long flight.
It gives you time to process him.
The warmth of Lee Heeseung’s lips against yours.
And just like that, you’re in his lap, the door locked, the rest of the world fading into something distant and unimportant. Your lips move together slowly, affectionately—feverish, lingering kisses that feel more like reassurance than urgency. His hands settle at your waist, tracing idle, absentminded patterns as if memorizing you, while his gaze stays locked with yours.
There’s so much love in it that, for a second, you forget he has to leave.
Forget everything, really.
And you don’t let that stop you from leaning in again, from staying close, from holding onto him just a little longer.
“You really gotta go?” you ask softly, your voice barely louder than your breathing. Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, slow and comforting, like you’re trying to keep him right where he is.
“I—” Heeseung starts, but the words don’t come easily. His eyes flicker over your face, taking in the way you’re looking at him—hopeful, a little pleading, too warm to walk away from.
For a moment, he genuinely considers it.
Staying.
But the thought of unfinished work lingers at the back of his mind, persistent, grounding him just enough. He exhales quietly, like he’s trying to find a middle ground that doesn’t feel like losing either side.
“Okay… how about this,” he says, softer now, thumb brushing lightly against your side. “If I’m not back by tonight—”
You give him a look immediately.
He huffs a small breath, almost smiling despite himself. “Alright, alright—midnight,” he corrects, more gently this time. “If I’m not back by midnight…” He pauses, watching your reaction carefully before finishing —
“Then you get to plan everything. The whole date. No interruptions, no changes. Just… us.”
His voice lowers slightly at the last part.
Just us.
His hand stills at your waist, like he’s sealing the promise in place.
“Deal?” you nod shyly,biting your lip at his words,which felt promising. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding slightly right there on his lap.
“Oh?Is this what it is?” He smirks,hands moving up your waist to pull you in further,pressing your lower half to his,where you felt it. Your breath hitched. He was hard. And it was poking the inner corner of your thighs.
And before you could snake your hand around the lock of his belt,his phone rings.
The sound cuts through the moment too sharply, too suddenly. Heeseung freezes for half a second, eyes squeezing shut in quiet frustration as the screen lights up beside you.
Hyunjae.
The name alone shifts something.He exhales under his breath, jaw tightening, his hand still resting at your waist like he’s debating ignoring it altogether. For a second, it really looks like he might.
The phone keeps ringing. You feel the hesitation in him—the way he lingers, the way he doesn’t move right away.
“…You should take it,” you murmur softly, even though you don’t want him to.That makes him look at you again.
And the irritation is still there—but it softens the second his eyes meet yours.
“Yeah,” he mutters reluctantly, leaning his forehead briefly against yours like he’s grounding himself. “I know.”
Another ring.
He pulls back just enough to grab his phone, glancing at the screen before letting out a quiet breath of annoyance.
“Give me a second,” he says, but his voice already sounds like he knows this won’t be quick. He answers, tone shifting instantly—more composed, more distant. “Yeah,.....mhm……shit— I’m on my way.”
“I said I’ll be there.”
There’s a sharper edge to it now, impatience slipping through despite his attempt to keep it controlled. He listens for a moment longer before ending the call a little more abruptly than necessary.
Silence settles again.But it’s different now.
He looks back at you, something apologetic settling into his expression as he runs a hand through his hair. “I have to go,” he says, quieter this time.
Not just saying it,but admitting it.
His hand returns to your waist, squeezing lightly like he’s reluctant to let go. “I didn’t think they’d rush it this much,” he adds, frustration still lingering beneath his words.
Then softer—
“I’m sorry.”
He leans in again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips—shorter this time, but still warm, still lingering just enough to make leaving harder.
“I’ll be back before midnight,” he murmurs against you, like he’s trying to make the promise feel more real.
His thumb brushes your cheek once, gentle, grounding.
Then he pulls away—slowly, like he doesn’t want to—
Before standing up, the distance between you is already starting to feel bigger than it should.But still,you didn't go against it.
And that was the last time you had seen heeseung ever since you got here.
Even the smallest details—the weight of the door handles, the softness of the towels, the near-silent hum of the AC—spoke of money that had been around long enough to refine its taste. But despite the luxury, the room wasn’t warm. It was immaculate. Controlled. Almost too perfect.
Like it belonged to a man who valued precision over comfort—and expected the same from his sons.
The villa feels different the moment Lee Heeseung leaves.
Quieter, but not peaceful.
You find yourself in the kitchen without really deciding to go there—just needing something to do with your hands, something to fill the space he’d just occupied. The soft hum of the fridge and the faint clinking of glass feel louder than they should.
Ethan’s voice carries faintly from the living room, low and distracted, clearly still gaming. Occasional clicks of the controller echo through the space, grounding everything in something normal.
Evan is already in the kitchen.
Leaning against the counter like he’s been there the whole time, a glass in his hand, watching you in that same quiet way that never quite feels accidental.
“Do you always get this restless?” he asks, tone casual.
You glance at him briefly, opening a cabinet just to have something to focus on. “I’m not restless.”
He hums, unconvinced, taking a slow sip before setting the glass down. “You came in here three minutes ago and haven’t decided what you’re doing yet.”
That makes you pause. It uncomfortably made a lot of sense.
“…I was just looking for water,” you mutter,quietly,almost too quiet.
“There’s a bottle right there,” he says, nodding toward the counter—exactly where you’d already looked.
You sigh lightly, grabbing it anyway just to prove a point that doesn’t really exist. “Thanks.”
Evan watches you twist the cap open, his gaze lingering a second too long to be casual.
“You didn’t want him to go,” he says after a moment,chuckling when he sees you fidgeting with the bottle cap like it was the most interesting thing in there. You don’t respond immediately, taking a sip instead.
Before you could put out a response,from the other room—
“Yo—Evan, you coming or what?” Ethan calls out, half-distracted.
“In a minute,” Evan replies without looking away from you.
“You could’ve asked him to stay,” he adds, quieter now. You shake your head slightly. “He had work.”
“Yeah,” Evan says easily. “He always does.”
There’s something in the way he says it—light, but not entirely harmless. You glance at him, a little sharper this time. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugs, pushing off the counter just enough to stand a bit straighter. “Nothing,” he says. Then, after a beat, “Just means you get used to it.”
That lands heavier than it should.
You close the bottle slowly, fingers tightening around it. “I’m fine.”
Evan studies you for a second, then lets out a quiet breath—like he’s choosing not to push further. “Alright,” he says simply.
But the faint curve of his lips doesn’t fully disappear.
From the living room, Ethan groans loudly—
“Bro, I just died—what are you doing in there?” Evan finally looks away, calling back, “Relax, I’m coming.”He grabs his glass, but pauses just before stepping out, glancing at you one last time.
“You coming too?” he asks.
The question is simple.
But somehow, it doesn’t feel like it is.
Evan leads you toward Ethan’s room like it’s nothing unusual, like this is just another part of the villa you’re supposed to drift through. The sound of Ethan’s game gets louder before you even reach the door—rapid clicks, frustrated muttering, the low buzz of a screen in motion.
When Evan pushes the door open, the air inside feels noticeably warmer. Not in a dramatic way—just enough that you notice it immediately.
The lights are dimmer in here, the curtains half-drawn, and the glow from the monitor fills the space with shifting color. It feels enclosed, like the room has been running at its own pace for too long without a break.
You step in behind Evan, and almost instinctively, you fan yourself lightly with your hand. “Is it just me or is it warm in here?” you murmur, more to yourself than anyone else.
Ethan doesn’t look away from the screen. “Aircon’s been weird all day,” he replies distractedly, fingers still moving.
Evan glances at you briefly—not commenting, just observing—then walks further in like he belongs in the space more than the air does.
The heat isn’t uncomfortable, exactly. Just noticeable enough to make you shift your weight, adjust your posture, feel more aware of your own presence in the room.
Ethan finally pauses his game mid-round and looks over his shoulder.
“Oh,” he says, as if noticing you properly for the first time. “You’re here.”
His gaze flicks between you and Evan, then settles back on the game like he’s already deciding this isn’t urgent. Evan leans against the desk, arms loosely crossed. “You’ve been in here all day,” he says. “You’re going to melt in this room.”
Ethan scoffs lightly. “I’m fine.”
You sit on the edge of the nearby chair, still subtly fanning yourself once or twice, more out of habit now than necessity. The atmosphere feels tight in a different way—not uncomfortable, just dense with too many people occupying too small a space at once. The shorts you were changed into after coming here,felt like the only relief you had,the material of it slowly riding up your thighs a bit
Evan notices the way you shift again. “Still warm?” he asks. But then his eyes land on you,like he properly gets a look of you,thighs parted slightly, few beads of sweat on your neck and forehead ready to drip down skin and —
“Yeah,” you admit, swiping the back of your hand on your forehead,before rubbing it on your sweat glistening thigh. Your movements cause Evan's gaze to follow suit,eyeing the way your soft skin dips—Evan drinks down a slow gulp at the sight,as if he was resisting the urge to rest his twitching hand over your exposed skin.
He was really trying not to let his discarded thoughts win. And somehow,he succeeded. But fuck— then you squeezed your arms together for no fucking reason,defining your cleavage out like it was very normal to do so. First you wear shorts paired with that skimpy tank top which barely did anything to cover the peaks underneath,now your cleavage was looking at him like it was urging him to commit a sin that’s gonna cause unspoken havoc.
Ethan finally pauses fully, glancing at you again, this time more attentive. “I’ll fix it later,” he says, but doesn’t move yet.
For a second, it’s just the three of you in the glow of the screen, the room humming quietly with heat and idle conversation, each presence aware of the others in a way that makes even small movements feel slightly louder than they should be.
And somehow, the room feels even smaller than when you first walked in.
Ethan’s game keeps running, but his focus isn’t where it should be. Not anymore.
From the corner of his eye, he catches everything—the way you hover near the edge of the room, the small movements, the subtle shifts. The way Evan positions himself just a little too comfortably near you, like it’s instinct at this point.
Nothing obvious. That’s what makes it obvious.
Ethan doesn’t say a word.
He doesn’t pause the game this time, doesn’t turn around dramatically or call anything out. His fingers keep moving, the controller clicking in steady rhythm—but there’s a slight change in his posture, a quiet awareness settling in.
His gaze flickers up for half a second. Just enough to see you fanning yourself again. Just enough to see Evan notice it too.
And that’s when it happens.
A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of Ethan’s lips—gone almost as quickly as it appears, like it was never meant to be seen in the first place.
He looks back at the screen. “AC’s messed up,” he mutters casually, like that explains everything.
But there’s something in his tone now—something faintly amused, like he’s already put the pieces together and decided not to interfere.
Not yet. The room stays warm. The tension stays unspoken.
And Ethan?
He just keeps playing.
“Yo—check this out,” Ethan says, lifting his phone between you like it’s something you’re supposed to care about, that familiar faint smirk already in place.
You glance up from your phone,pausing while texting none other than heeseung. “What now?”
“It’s here,” he says, tilting the screen toward you. A picture loads—sleek, low, freshly polished under the villa lights. “Just got it back.”
You narrow your eyes slightly. “Got what back?”
“My sexiest red baby,Ferrari 488 Pista Spider,” he replies, like that should explain everything. “Custom work. Took longer than expected.”
There’s a certain pride in his tone—not loud, not showy, just… there. Controlled. Very him.
You lean in a little despite yourself, eyes scanning the photo. The details stand out—the finish, the subtle changes, the kind of upgrades you wouldn’t notice unless you were looking for them.
“Looks… expensive,” you mutter.
Ethan huffs a quiet laugh. “It is expensive. But not more than a few more picks I tend to keep in this garage”
Then he straightens slightly, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “I’m taking it out,” he adds, like it’s already decided. “Quick spin. See if everything feels right.”
You nod faintly. “Okay?” His gaze shifts to you then—direct, measuring for a second.
“You coming?” The question catches you off guard. You hesitate, just for a moment,glancing down to your phone for a split second, “Now?”
“Yeah,” he says simply. “Better at night anyway.”
There’s no pressure in it—but there’s something about the way he asks. Casual, but intentional. Like he already knows you might say yes. You really should let Heeseung know,you don’t know why but it felt right,to do the exact opposite. The way Ethan's hands were so close,around your vicinity,almost— the thought eventually fleeted away.
“…Sure,” you say after a second.
That smirk returns—subtle, satisfied, like he expected nothing less.
“Good,” Ethan replies, already turning toward the door. “Don’t worry….. I’ll make sure you get back in one piece………hopefully”
The engine comes alive the second Ethan presses the ignition—low, smooth, but powerful enough that you feel it more than you hear it.
For the first few seconds, neither of you says anything.
The Ferrari 488 Pista Spider purred to life, glided out of the villa driveway almost too effortlessly, headlights cutting through the dark road ahead. The interior feels different from outside—cooler, quieter, wrapped in soft leather and the faint scent of something new.
Ethan’s hands rest easy on the wheel, but there’s precision in the way he moves—controlled, confident, like he knows exactly how the car is going to respond before it even does.
You glance at him briefly.
He’s focused—but there’s that hint of satisfaction in his expression, the kind he doesn’t bother hiding when it comes to things like this.
“Told you it was worth it,” he says after a moment, eyes still on the road. The car accelerates slightly— reckless, but enough to feel the shift in tension when your skin sensed the warmth of his touch closing in. Your breath hitched.
And for a second, the outside world blurs just a little at the edges. The open roof was the only reason your warmed up cheeks were getting a bit of relief.
You sink back into the seat without realizing it, the quiet hum of the engine settling around you, steady and grounding. Tentative hands gripping the leather of the seat– newly modified.
Ethan notices. Of course he does.
A faint smirk tugs at his lips.
“Relax,” he mutters,voice on a slightly lower octave, “I’m not crashing my own car.”
The headlights stretch across the empty road, and the night feels calmer somehow—less charged, more contained.
You settle into the seat, the leather cool against your skin, the faint scent of the interior still new. It’s quiet enough that you can hear his breathing, steady, grounded.
He doesn’t rush. Not yet.
Even when the road opens up, he just lets the car glide forward, smooth and measured, like he’s more interested in the drive than proving anything with it.
You glance at him.
His focus is on the road,“Comfortable?” he asks after a moment, voice low, almost blending into the hum of the engine. Carefully, he shifts his left arm just near the side of your exposed thigh,brushing his fingers in a smooth manner.
You nod slightly,voice bending,“Y-Yeah.”
Then, just barely, he presses the accelerator—not sudden, not aggressive. Just enough to let you feel the power beneath the calm.
“It’s okay…you don’t gotta tense up here,I know my baby in n out……….she’s nice……..righttttt?” you thought he was asking you about the new modified bits inside the car—or even how well he knew his ride,but oh,your focus had already shifted,while his was low lidded,the specs of silver in his hair visible under the passing streetlamps,eyeing you up and down.
The car responds instantly — your breath catches for a second,not from fear, just the shift.
Of course he was assuring you,right? He was only making sure you were alright,right? But that tone—where he lowered it to a sound which caused your heart to race,that was not deceiving anyone,not even yourself.
A faint smile tugged,knowing,teeth trapping the lower lip in a smirk.
“Don’t worry,” he says quietly. “I’ve got you,princess” the name alone should've snapped you into reality—this is not heeseung,not your boyfriend,but his brother. It shouldn’t tug at the strings of your heart,which was trying its best to deny the fuzzy feeling that was spreading through you,your fingers slightly fisting on your lap now. But no matter how hard you try pushing the feeling down,it just rises.
For a while, neither of you speaks up. But the silence doesn’t feel empty anymore.
It feels… heavy.
You don’t notice when your gaze lingers on him longer than it should—the way Lee Ethan’s jaw tightens slightly when he shifts gears, the quiet focus in his eyes, the way his hand moves so easily over the wheel,while the other continued to stroke absent patterns on the upper of your thigh.
“You’re staring,” he says suddenly, voice low. You blink, caught. “I’m not.” weak,so weak.
A faint smile pulls at his lips, but he doesn’t argue.
Instead, he slows the car just slightly, pulling off onto a quieter stretch—darker, more secluded, where the city lights feel farther away. The engine idles.You turn toward him fully now, something unspoken sitting right between you,your voice coming out in a hush,a tinge of panic,“Why’d you stop the car—”
Ethan exhales softly, like he’s been holding something back all night.“You’ve been quiet,” he murmurs, eyes flicking to yours.”Is it cuz it’s me?” The ventilation inside the car does little to nothing to let the hot air be let out,as the tension only grows darker and definitely heavier.
“So have you,” you reply. He swiftly moved your weight over the console—onto his lap,where it all felt too right,too warm,too frisky.
“You haven’t answered my question….babydoll” Then he leans in,not all at once—slowly, like he’s giving you time to pull away if you want to.
You don’t. And that’s where the lines of loyalty blurred,vanished even.
“I….”
Your breath catches just slightly as the distance disappears, the warmth of him replacing the cool air of the car. His hand shifts from the wheel, lightly gripping your thigh—not quite rough, but firm enough to make you aware of it.
“Tell me if I should stop,” he says quietly. But there’s something in his voice that tells you he already knows the answer. Your hands came up to rest on his chest,a poor sign of protest,actions wavering your words.
You shake your head—just barely.
That’s all it takes.
His lips meet yours again, slower than before, deeper—but still gentle, still careful. The kind of kiss that lingers, that builds instead of rushes.
Your hand moves first this time, finding the collar of his shirt, pulling him just a little closer.The world outside the car disappears,and so do any rational thoughts.
No road. No time.
Just the soft sound of your breathing, the faint hum of the engine, and the way he holds you like he doesn’t want to break the moment. He really doesn’t,lips focused on yours,tongue barging in without restraint.
His hand finally settles at your waist, warm, firmer than heeseung’s, pulling you just slightly toward him as the kiss deepens—still unhurried,control starting to slip bit by bit when you let out a broken whimper into the kiss. “Mmmmm knew it that you had it in you…..fucking made me wait so long,didn’t you baby?”
You were still in your shorts,home slippers,and that skimpy tank top from the afternoon,didn’t bother changing it since it was just a late night drive with Ethan—This situation was not a part of your mind when you left the villa.
He doesn’t give you time to recover,instead,his hand moves up,to push a strand of hair to the back of your ear. “Such a sweet thing…..no wonder lil ol’ hee didn’t wanna share” you could hear the mockery of the name you referred your boyfriend by,it should’ve really caught you off guard but no,it turned you on even more.
When you pull back, it’s only for air. Your foreheads rest together, breaths uneven now. But soon his touches grew impatient, kisses messy n hungry. You gasped loudly when his hand dipped down to the wristband of your shorts,tugging it down slightly to grope the bare of your ass.
His movements were not shy,groping the curve of your ass cheek,only to land a soft spank,feelin’ it jiggle. “Fuck you’re so hot—” he bit your lower lip,feeling you shiver under his gaze.
You were now fully straddling him,the dashboard lights being the only thing that illuminates through the night,creating a shadow of your silhouette above his laid back form.
Your hands make way to his shoulder,gripping them for support as he grinded with slow rolls of his hips,right against your core, you fucking moaned at the friction. Shamelessly at that. It only reduced you to a pool of hot mess down there. Good fucking job,you got wet just because your boyfriend’s brother touched you a bit bold.
“Is that what gets you going?” He issued another sharp thrust,increasing the pace every second. “Knowing that you're cheating on my lil’ brother?” He laughs darkly when you try to retaliate,to prove him wrong that you’re not what he believes you are, you really try and fail cause he was not giving you any space to do so. So you go behind my brother’s back and cheat on him?
The phrase stuck to your mind for a hot second, shame burns into your skin,the weight of the thought alone digs an even deeper pit in your stomach,but the pleasure overpowers any sanity right here,in Ethan's stupid red car.
“Get the fuck up and pull your shorts down” he rasped,mouth still sucking onto your neck as you moved,shimmying out of your shorts,dragging it down to your knees before peeling it off completely. And when you sat back down,his hot tongue licked a strip in between the valley of your breasts,wetting it with spit and desire.
Ethan works efficiently. Grabbing the discarded shorts and then taking a long whiff from where your bare cunt was pressed to the fabric,his own shaft getting harder at the dizzying scent of your arousal. “So fucking good. Been marinating in these shorts—” his hooded eyes find your now dazed ones, ”You're so fuckin nasty y/n” he spats,throwing it beside you both so it drops to the foot space below.
His other hand now rests tight around your neck,fingers bruising the skin there due to the firmness of his hold. And you don't fathom how you're ever gonna explain it to heeseung. But he was not the one playing push and pull with your clit right now. He was not the one spitting on his fingers and then dragging it over your slit right now. He was definitely not the one to plant dark fucking hickeys on your breasts right now.
And somehow,you never wanted this—for his brother to stop assaulting your body like this. The term 'boyfriend' felt bitter on your tongue as each second passed,cuz your mind was constantly distracted with the stimulation you were getting,mouth latching on to your nipples while expert fingers rubbed your clit in motions that had your hips vibrating.
“Mmnngh—” you moaned out into the air as Ethan finally plunged two of his digits in your sopping cunt after all the teasing. “W-Wait–n-no—!” your rushed,panicked state was not stopping him,rather,it only fueled his stubborn ego. And when you bit down on your lip,hard,to suppress any moans from slipping out,the bastard smirked in victory.
“No?” he cocked a brow at your flushed face,head thrown back as his fingers jammed in through the slick walls inside of you at a fast pace. “Yes” he corrects you,curling his fingers just right to hit the spot.
“Don’t even know what you want,do you?” his murmured into your neck while finger-fucking you on his lap,on the driver’s seat.
He refused to let your body pry away as it jolted whenever he reached too deep,grip iron clad around your waist as he kept going,mouth busy occupying yours,drinking away those delicious moans and whimpers down his throat.
The way it kept puncturing through you,you were not sure how long you could hold back from coming undone,and to be honest,it wasn’t that far,now that his thumb joined to rub tight n torturous circles on your bud,pinching,to feel your hips jerk,thighs hurting slightly from putting pressure to stay put for so long as the pace kept getting relentless.
So you buck your hips,riding his wet digits,hands surging forward to claw the seat leather behind his head as an attempt to ground the pressure pooling in your stomach,the band too tight and ready to snap. “D-Don’t stop please—” your eyes rolled back,back arched wildly as you felt the pleasure beginning to uncoil—
His lips pull away almost immediately,detaching his fingers from your dripping hole and coming up to push themselves into your mouth,making you taste yourself,the feeling of not being allowed a release,earning a frustrated whine from you.
“Get on your knees” he ordered as he quickly took his hoodie off,revealing his lean muscles,built similar to heeseung’s but way firmer on the abs,which were defined.
“What—”
“Did I stutter babydoll?on your knees,now” he grips the back of your head,fisting your hair in a tight hold to prove his point,his intense gaze never leaving your annoyed expression.
You bent down to make space for the footspace in between his legs,shaky fingers gently tugging on the drawstrings of his sweatpants and finally pulling it a bit down. He lifted his hips up so you could slide the material down to his calves,as he sat there with just the boxer being a barrier.
Your eyes caught it first before your hands did,the hard outline of him,resting,ready to be touched. It looked big,felt even bigger,girthier around the head when your fingertips grazed along the length. And god,when you finally pulled the waistband of the thing down,it slapped his abdomen,leaking at the tip,red,veins prominent—you almost drooled.
Slowly, your tongue traced the underside of his warm cock,the tip of your muscle twitching at the foreign taste. Heeseung never had you like this,on your knees sucking his cock for him before the actual thing. But good things do have a time and place,right?
You knew,for a fact, that you would have to be prepped accordingly before you even take his blunt tip past your opening. Your tongue glided over the hard ridge of his shaft,earning a soft moan from him.
You didn’t exactly know what to do with this big of a cock standing hard and proud for you,because of you,so you tried,tried to wrap both your hands around the girth of it,covering whatever skin you could before you gave him a sloppy handjob.
“Pathetic” ethan smirks,guiding you by pushing the back of your head forward. “Baby brother never made you suck his dick before?” God,it felt so humiliating,but it sickeningly turned you on,hearing his voice near crack at the last word.
Then, he coos to you about how his brother is missing out on something like this— you on your knees,ready to get your mouth ruined with cock n spit.
“M’gonna teach you just how I like it…” he promised darkly before bucking his hips into your mouth which was waiting for him to do so. It started off with slow and deliberate thrusts, gradually picking the pace up,his tip hitting the back of your throat with ease,making you gag.
Tears welled up in the corner of your eye,as the feeling burned,stretched your throat like it had never before. And to your better judgement,you liked how your throat was getting split open this way. His cock sliding in and out in and out—fucking deeper into your your mouth,slipping down your throat that the outside of it fucking bulged.
And Ethan? He saw it palmed it with one of his hands. A groan rupturing from his chest,relishing the sight of you trying to fit his size in,trying not gag but ending up doing just that,messier,more slippery,spit dripping past your chin,lips red and swollen for the thrusts—for a second,his own eyes rolled back in euphoria.
Lust took over his irises,looking down to where your spit-swollen lips was connected to him,nose reaching pelvic bone when he got in too deep,your teeth slightly grazing on the foreskin causing him to hiss, “fuck–fuck! baby don’t use teeth…mmm your mouth is s’warm”,cum was already spurting out tiny bits,but he couldn’t stop,not now,maybe not ever aftr he got a taste of you.
He couldn't stop driving his hips forward,you felt too good,mouth locking him in place,cheeks hollowing out of nowhere,his knees gave up even though he was the one sitting,while yours were hurting a bit but you could care less,and focus more on sucking him off with everything you had. Desire,passion,shame,guilt that would come crashing later,it didn’t matter.
Your jaw went more slack as the thrusts got frantic,a low grunt coming from him,letting you know that he was about to let go. And when he does,his release floods your mouth,spilling some out cuz it was just too much to swallow,if not you were gagging violently as his body shook above you in soft tremors.
His thumb brushed over your cum-drool-swollen lips,collecting it before pushing the finger flat on his tongue,savoring the taste,watching you through his hooded lids,noticing how much he had spilt all over your face. Your lashes clung onto your cheeks,wet– Ethan never came this much in his life. And for a wild second,he didn’t know if he was happy that he did or that he finally managed to break a tiny piece of you in.
He didn’t speak afterwards,just stroked over your skin like you were some delicate piece of art to be taken care of,and if not,you’d break. And you didn't know if your loyalty remained untouched,definitely not,but you still hoped at the back of your mind that some part of it remained,bits.
You look up at Ethan,finally, giving him a good view of your ruined face. He bent down to leave a filthy kiss on your lips,tongue pushing into your cavern,swiping over everywhere. Tongues tangled up in a heated mess,making you forget about what just took place,or worse,how your phone was left abandoned at the villa,a string of messages and calls from your beloved boyfriend
The drive back is quieter. Heavily awkward,void of any normality,maybe even a bit charged. The city lights pass by in a blur outside,suddenly very distracting,from the fact that you just sucked off your boyfriend’s older brother.
You sit a little deeper in your seat, hoping it would ease any sense of discomfort going on in your mind,the earlier intensity lingering in small ways—in your thoughts, in the silence between you. But the uneasiness doesn’t simmer,not in your mind,heart,or even in between your thighs. And that’s the part which was bugging you the most.
Lee Ethan doesn’t rush the drive back. One hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely, like he’s deliberately keeping things calm again.
When the villa finally comes into view, neither of you moves immediately after the engine cuts. Then he glances at you, something unreadable but gentle in his expression. “We should go in,” he says quietly.
You nod. Too quickly.
And just like that, the moment folds into something unspoken. By the time you wake up the next morning, the sunlight feels too bright.
Your phone is the first thing you notice. A bunch of notifications.
Missed texts.
You frown slightly, sitting up as you unlock it—messages stacked one after another, mostly from your friends back home, a few from unknown numbers, and numerous from Heeseung,including missed calls. Your blood runs cold when you sit up and the situation dawns on you.
Last night,the drive,whatever happened— Ethan.
Your thumb hovers for a second,the sudden rush of panic floods your system. But you cannot dare to open it somehow. Then you suddenly realized that he hasn’t returned yet. No. This won’t do. You cannot ignore him forever but you also need to wake up properly to deal with it.
You exhale softly, rubbing your eyes before pushing yourself out of bed. The villa is already awake. You can hear faint movement somewhere, the quiet clink of something in the kitchen. So you head there.
And of course—
Evan is already inside. That somehow gives you some sort of relief? You can’t decide on that yet,but you do notice how his slender form leaned against the fridge,broad shoulder and back facing you while he grabbed a can of some carbonated drink before his eyes found you,standing on the other side of the counter.
“Morning,” he says, voice smooth, casual. You pause for a second before responding,“Morning— did heeseung come back?” was the first thing you asked before anything,but your heart was already racing. Not because of fluttery,but of him finding out what you had been doing behind his back.
There’s a brief silence as you move toward the counter, reaching for a glass—anything to do with your hands. Evan watches you for a moment before replying,”nope, did he not text you?” oh he did,but evan doesn’t need to know that you were ignoring it on purpose to serve your heart a shitton of assurance. “He texted me saying he’d have to stay there for a few more days” oh?
Then, lightly—“You look tired.”
You shoot him a look. “I just woke up. Also, how many is a few more days-”
“Did ethan take you for a spin last night” his question cuts you off as he sets the can down,more interested in your side of the story. “Was pretty excited about those stupid upgrades he got” he spoke low,almost under his breath as he closed in on you,like a predator would do to its prey.
“Long night?” he adds, tone teasing—but there’s something under it. His lips twitched upwards when he sees you hesitating to answer further.
And you don’t answer that as well,raising more suspicion in the eldest’s mind. Or so you thought…..“The middle can get a bit…..untamed….did your boyfriend not tell you that…?” you wanted to act like the deep octave hadn’t affected you at all,let alone register the words coming out of his mouth. Was Ethan really all that? I mean,you experienced it firsthand,but you don’t dare give into this trap which felt too set.
“Not to mention,Ethan texted me right after you guys came back” and that alone heightened your senses. Sweat started beading up on the surface of your forehead,hands gripping the hem of your shorts so tightly hoping it would help you disappear.
And suddenly,you felt very exposed,very cornered even though you were unsure of what Ethan had told the man in front of you. Right now, for Evan, your fear of getting called out tasted better on his tongue,but he knew you tasted even better. On the other hand,your thoughts spiralled.
Fuck. So he knew.Or worse,Ethan told him everything—
“Or do you plan on telling me a different story hmm?” Evan’s gaze lingers for a second too long again, eyes raking your figure,a knowing smile spreading on his lips. The tension got thicker,his fame cornering you against the counter. Your heart pounded against your ribcage so hard like a warning,reminder that this is not right,but you can’t pull away,nor make any movement.
Then—
“Did you check your phone?” he asks.That makes you glance at him.
“N-No…..”
A faint smile touches his lips—he chuckled at the way your words stammered out,”better if ya don’t,at least not now” his hands travelled down your hips,pulling you in just by a fraction,”not when I’m gonna take my turn” and with that,his lips crashed onto yours in a messy kiss,one which said that he was done waiting,done with seeing you from across the room like he didn’t want to overstep any line,done with pretending he didn’t want to fuck the living daylight out of you.
And now that you were all alone with him, and Ethan, he’d make sure to use this opportunity to the fullest—it left you with no room to protest. Your rear pressed back against the counter’s edge,while his front was connected to your stomach,making you feel every hardened line of his growing erection. Your hands gripped the cotton of his sleeveless tank top,not knowing if you should push him away or pull him closer.
A breathy moan accidentally slipped out when he cupped your breast,feeling warm and dizzy at the way his hands were now exploring every curve and lines on your body.
You melt into his touches,shivering whenever his thumb brushes over the peaks of your chest. Evan was so gentle yet rough with his ministrations,kissing down a trail to your neck,moving down,down,down till his lips gave a quick peck under your navel before pulling away completely.
Evan’s job has always followed him home in ways he doesn’t talk about.
As a surgeon, precision isn’t optional—it’s instinct. Control, observation, understanding how the body responds under the slightest pressure… it’s second nature to him. He’s spent years reading reactions before they’re spoken, mapping responses before they’re understood.
And sometimes, without meaning to, that same instinct bleeds into moments like this—quieter, more personal, but no less calculated.
He notices it before you say anything—the way your shoulders stiffen, the slight shift in your breathing the moment he gets closer. “You’re tense,” he murmurs, voice low, almost clinical, fingers brushing along your arm in a slow, deliberate pass. “Muscle responses like that… usually need a trigger.”
You huff quietly, but don’t pull away. Instead, you feel his thumb press lightly against your wrist, measuring your pulse like it’s second nature. His eyes lift to yours. “Elevated,” he adds softly.
“Faster than normal.” His other hand pushes the rim of his glasses upwards.
“That’s because of you” It slips out before you can stop it,before you can even process what you just said. You could feel the smirk on his face deepen at your quiet confession.
“Then I’ll take responsibility.” His hand moves again—unhurried, intentional—sliding slightly higher again, like he’s testing the space between restraint and intention. “Skin sensitivity increases with proximity” he continues, voice quieter now, more deliberate. The way his fingers trace along your side isn’t accidental—it’s precise, like he’s drawing a reaction out of you and watching it happen in real time.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” you say, your breath catching despite yourself.
“Of course I am,” Evan replies, leaning in just enough for his voice to lower further. “Controlled pressure. Measured response.” His hand pauses for a second—just long enough for you to notice the absence—before settling again, slower this time. His gaze doesn’t leave yours, watching every shift, every reaction like it means something more than just the moment.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs finally, voice softer now, but no less certain.
And the way his expression settles—calm, knowing—says he never expected you to.
He took his time worshipping every inch of you like you deserved,that's what he thought as his hands massaged the skin so fondly,”you’re so soft y/n” he rasped,voice horse from the intensity of the feel of your skin against him.
He spun your body around,pushed your upper body down slowly so that you were now bent over the counter,your ass on display for him at the back. A sharp spank lands on your left cheek,followed by another,and another before his palm soothes the skin underneath.
“Don’t mind me….gonna take these off” with surgical precision he slid the material down your legs with an agonizing slow pace,teasing you with the graze of his fingers on the back of your knees.
“Look at that–” two of his fingers slid down your entrance,feeling the warmth and wetness altogether on the base of his digits,”– you’re wet awwww” he retreats his fingers,parting them slightly,dividing the glob of slick into drippy strings.
Your face burned,hotter than the temperature in this villa right now. You couldn’t dare and look back when he was marvelling at the fact that you were dripping wet,god how bad you wanted to look back and let him know how much you needed those coated fingers in your mouth–
“Open up baby….got a treat for you” his palm travelled up to the back of your head,sliding upto the crown,gripping the hair and pulling your head back before bending his sticky digits on your lips first,then the tongue. And then finally pushing it in completely,making you taste the shame and lust brewing there.
Evan’s patience was starting to wear thin when your hips pushed back to him,feeling the tent that felt too tight in his joggers right now. Swiftly,it also comes down,along with his boxers and that's when you felt it,hard and prodding without meaning to. “W-wait what if someone–”
Before you could finish,you heard him growl and then felt the stretch,cock sliding in draggingly slow. The first inch went in,your hands gripped the edge of the marble counter like vice,as if it would steady you,but your resolve falters when another inch slips in with ease,your drenched heat welcoming him. Your eyes shut tight,lashes slightly damp from the feeling of intrusion. “If you’re worried about Ethan—fuck! Then don’t. Promised me an hour alone with you here”
Your eyes widened in shock– disbelief,your breath hitched,the fog in your head slowly cleared as you realized that they both had a plan all along–if not,longer,but they would never let you,or Heeseung get a hold of this sinister little plan of theirs.
With that thought,you almost forget that your body was pliant under his intense gaze,and that you were completely helpless right now.
God, he was big,if not,bigger. You felt like he was all the way in when it was just an inch past the tip. “It w-won’t fit–” it felt impossible just taking it in,your arms shook,so did your legs. But to your dismay,his foot nudged yours further apart,so that you were more open for him now,at least he hoped.
“Let’s see about that—” he slammed all the way,till he was buried to the hilt. A sharp groan rumbled from his chest as he basked in the feeling of your constricting walls snuggling his cock like it was waiting for it even if your mouth said the opposite. “See? Perfect fucking fit”
And just like that,he began pounding into you with an insane speed from the start. Sweat dripped,tears were gonna fall,his hands were keeping you in place,so that you can’t escape the brutality of his harsh pelts. One thrust after another,your spongy sweet spot was already overstimulated by the way the tip of his cock kissed it time and time.
“You’re so fucking tight–jesus-” his hips kept on drilling forward,the suction of your gummy walls irresistible to pull out from,he groaned loudly when you clenched out of nowhere when you felt it too deep,hoping his cock wouldn’t barge in through the walls into your womb,but it didn’t matter.
He was doin’ it anyway.”yeahhh–fuck,gonna reach s’deep in you” he coos into your year,licking the shell of your ear,keeping your body locked in place,cruelly reminding you that you had no upperhand in this situation.
“C’mon baby,give me a kiss mmfuckk” he moans,gripping the side of your face and bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. The sound wet and obscene,combined with the loud smack of his hips connecting to yours,it all was dizzying.
And before you knew it,a broken scream ripped from your throat as you felt yourself typing over the edge, ”aww cumming already?” he teases,fastening his pace even more if it was possible,fucking into you like his life depended on it.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head when he finally felt the hard clench-again,movements faltering for a split second before he regained his momentum.
His hand sneaks down,right above where his dick was disappearing into you,rubbing torturous circles on the bud,putting in pressure on it in a way that was designed to make you fall apart. Your thoughts were fucking floating,you never felt the ned to piss during sex,not when heeseung fucked you dry,and that somehow aroused you even more now.
Evan felt it before you did. Spurts of watery release poured out of your glistening pussy hole every time he sinks back in,making him smirk with a dark intent. “You gonna squirt for me now?” he angles his hips just right,drawing out incoherent babbling from your spit-drooling mouth. You felt like you were on cloud nine,your knees buckled,shaking against the cabinet doors.
The dirty-talking mixed with the detailed thrusts,was enough for you to kill the words or even the rational thoughts. You just needed this— for Evan to let you come,make you squirt.
“Y-yes, please m-make me — mmm!” you admit breathlessly,finally,finally letting on and squirting on his cock. The pressure building in your lower region snapping,and the orgasm squirts out,loud and heavy. But he doesn’t stop,no.
“Fuck fuck yes– look at you-” he groaned,feeling his own climax approaching,eyes doting on how your exhausted form just stays there ad takes it despite having gushed all over his abdomen and legs just a second ago.
Your legs gave out god knows when,your pussy was red and a bit swollen now,but your mind still pieced that evan was cumming inside you,not even asking if you were okay with it,and somewhere in between,you almost lost consciousness,as if this was the first time you ever squirted during sex,which was true but it was so new. And you fucking liked it.
Even heeseung had never filled you up with his cum yet,always stayed the responsible one,using condoms whenever he fucked you. Evan collapsed on top of you,arms straightening out on the counter on both sides of your chest,as his breathing ragged.
Then, his lips placed chaste kisses down your spine,in the form of slow worship after devouring you in a way you never knew was possible. His hands which were roughly groping you,now roamed across your semi bruised body gently,soothing out the tinge of pain within it.
The last thing you heard before your eyes closed was Evan's spent ,rich laugh,which rang in your ears here and there,right on top of the counter,your body now laying limp,hands losing codination of movements,mind completely forgetting that your boyfriend had sent texts about your whereabouts earlier,which read,
Hs; ‘Babe I'm coming home a day or two late’
Hs; ‘y/n?’
Hs; ‘Love I called Evan but he says he doesn’t know where you are?’
You and your rival, Heeseung, are forced to sleep on the floor together after a late-night group project because all other spots are taken. What starts as annoyed bickering and reluctant closeness quickly turns into heavy sexual tension.
contents ; rivalxrival, ( 18+ ) minors dni ! enemies to complicated, semi public sx, unprotected sx ( not recommended ), swearing! , blowjob, m! receive, spooning sx .
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You and Heeseung had been rivals since the moment you stepped into the academy. Sharp-tongued, competitive, and unwilling to yield even an inch to each other. That rivalry had only grown worse during this group project. For days now, the two of you had been clashing nonstop—especially tonight.
The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp. The rest of the group had already given up and passed out, one sprawled across the couch, another curled up on the floor with a blanket. It was well past midnight, and the argument between you and Heeseung had dragged on far too long.
You finally threw your hands up. “You know what? Forget it. I’m tired. I’m not wasting any more energy on this.”
You rolled your eyes, not even waiting for his reply. The only space left was a narrow strip on the edge of the floor. Great. Just great. You muttered under your breath, “Dang it…” and carefully stepped over the sleeping bodies, too exhausted to grab your blanket from your backpack. You collapsed onto the cold floor, lying on your side with your back facing the room.
A few minutes later, you heard footsteps. Heeseung stood there, scanning the room with a heavy sigh. Every decent spot was taken. The chairs were too uncomfortable for his back, and the only free space left… was right beside you.
He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly annoyed. For a second he hesitated, jaw tight. But exhaustion won. Without a word, he stepped over the others and lay down behind you, facing your back. The floor was barely wide enough for both of you. You could feel the faint warmth of his body just inches away, but you were too tired to turn around or care.
Until you shifted.
Your eyes fluttered open as your shoulder brushed against something solid. You turned your head slightly… and froze.
Heeseung was right there. Eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed even in sleep, his face mere inches from yours.
“What the fuck?!” you hissed under your breath, careful not to wake the others.
Heeseung’s eyes snapped open. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by that familiar look of irritation. He didn’t move away.
“Keep your voice down,” he whispered sharply, voice low and rough from tiredness. “You think I wanted this? There’s nowhere else, genius.”
You glared at him, heart beating faster than it should. “Then go sleep somewhere else. I’m not sharing space with you.”
“Yeah? And where exactly?” Heeseung shot back, voice barely above a whisper. His breath brushed against your cheek. “The couch is taken. The floor’s full. Unless you want me to sleep on top of you, this is it.”
Your face burned. You hated how close he was—close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the tiredness in his eyes. Close enough that every small movement made your shoulders touch.
“Move one inch closer and I swear I’ll push you into the wall,” you muttered, turning your back to him again.
Heeseung let out a quiet, bitter chuckle. “Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere but here too.”
But neither of you moved.
the silence stretched between you, the only sounds were the soft breathing of your sleeping groupmates and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. You could feel the heat radiating from his body against your back, and no matter how much you told yourself it was just the rivalry making your pulse race… you knew the night had just gotten a lot more complicated.
A few minutes passed in heavy silence. You turned your face toward the wall, determined to ignore the boy behind you and force yourself to sleep.
But the floor was narrow and uncomfortable. One of your sleeping classmates behind Heeseung suddenly rolled over in his sleep and pushed against his back. The sudden force made Heeseung slide forward, pressing his chest flush against your back.
“Shit…” he mumbled, voice low and rough.
He quickly planted his hands on the floor, trying to keep some distance, but there was nowhere to go. The push had left almost no space between your bodies. You could feel the heat of him through your clothes, his breath brushing the back of your neck.
Your heart slammed in your chest. You turned your head slightly, only to find his face right there—barely a breath away. His dark eyes were open, staring directly at you. Your noses were nearly touching.
“What the hell are you doing?” you whispered sharply, cheeks burning.
“I’m not doing anything,” Heeseung hissed back, clearly frustrated. “That idiot behind me pushed me. You think I want to be this close to you?”
His voice was quieter than usual, strained. One of his hands was still braced on the floor beside your waist, caging you in without meaning to. Every small movement made your bodies press together even more. You could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat against your back.
You glared at him, but the anger felt different now—mixed with something nervous and warm that you refused to name.
“Well, move back,” you muttered.
“Where?” Heeseung shot back, eyebrows furrowed. His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before snapping back up. “There’s literally no space. Unless you want me to climb over you.”
You swallowed hard. The tension between you was thicker than ever. The rivalry, the annoyance, the exhaustion… and now this forced, unbearable closeness.
Heeseung let out a slow, shaky breath. “Just… go back to sleep. Pretend I’m not here.”
But neither of you moved. And neither of you closed your eyes.
You tried to ignore it—that strange, fluttering warmth twisting low in your stomach. It wasn’t anger. You knew anger too well when it came to Heeseung. This was something else. Something softer, heavier, You brushed it off, blaming it on exhaustion, on the way his body heat was seeping through your shirt like it had no right to.
But your body wasn’t listening.
Every time you breathed, your back pressed a little more firmly against his chest. His heartbeat was steady but strong, and you could feel it syncing with yours in the quiet. His breath ghosted across the nape of your neck, warm and slightly uneven now.
“Stop moving,” Heeseung muttered, voice so low it vibrated against your skin.
“I’m not,” you whispered back, sharper than you meant to. But you had shifted—just a little—trying to create even an inch of space that didn’t exist. The movement only made your hips brush against his, and you both froze.
That flutter in your stomach dropped lower.
Heeseung’s hand, still braced on the floor near your waist, tightened slightly, fingers pressing into the hardwood like he was fighting the urge to grip something else. His forehead nearly touched the back of your head.
“Fuck,” he breathed, so quietly you almost missed it. “This is ridiculous.”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your throat felt tight, and that weird sensation was spreading—warmth crawling up your chest, heat pooling between your legs. You hated how aware you were of him. The faint scent of his skin, the way his thigh was almost slotted against yours, the solid line of his body curved behind you like it was made to fit there.
Another soft snore came from the guy behind him, and Heeseung got pushed forward again. This time there was no saving it—his hips pressed flush against your ass, and you felt the unmistakable hardness growing there.
Your eyes widened. Heat flooded your face.
“Heeseung—” you started, voice barely a whisper, mmhalf something else.
“Don’t,” he cut you off, strained. His lips were so close to your ear now. “Don’t say anything. It’s… it’s just biology, okay? I’m tired. You’re warm. That’s all.”
But he didn’t pull away.
And you didn’t shove him back.
Instead, you stayed perfectly still, heart hammering so hard you were sure he could feel it too. That flutter in your stomach had turned into a full ache now, low and insistent. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, and the small movement made you brush against him again.
Heeseung let out a shaky exhale through his nose, almost a hiss. His free hand twitched like he wanted to grab your hip but stopped himself halfway, fingers hovering just above your waist.
“You’re shaking,” he observed quietly. There was no smugness in his voice for once—just raw tension.
“I’m not,” you lied.
His dark chuckle was barely audible. “Liar.”
The silence stretched again, heavier this time. Charged. You could feel every inch of where your bodies touched—his chest to your back, his hips to your ass, his knees slightly bent behind yours. The rivalry that usually burned between you felt like it was melting into something else entirely.
You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. His eyes were already on you, dark and intense, pupils blown wide. His lips were parted, breath coming a little faster.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then Heeseung’s gaze dropped to your mouth again, longer this time.
“…If you tell anyone about this,” he whispered, voice rough, “I’ll make your life hell.”
You swallowed. “Same goes for you.”
But neither of you moved away.
And when his fingers finally brushed—barely—against your waist, you didn’t push his hand off.
You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, trying desperately to force sleep to come.
One sheep… two sheep… three sheep…
It was useless. The counting only made you more aware of your own breathing, which was too shallow. Every inhale pressed your back more firmly against Heeseung’s chest. Every exhale made you feel the hard line of his body even more—especially the unmistakable heat and stiffness nestled against your ass.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
The warm flutter in your stomach had turned into a deep, throbbing ache between your thighs. You pressed them together again, but that only made it worse, sending a small shiver up your spine. You felt Heeseung’s breath hitch against the back of your neck.
“Stop squirming,” he whispered, voice dangerously low and rough. His fingers, still hovering near your waist, finally settled—lightly, almost hesitantly—on your hip. Not gripping. Just… resting there. Like he couldn’t stop himself.
“I’m not squirming,” you hissed back, eyes still shut. “I’m trying to sleep. Shut up.”
But your voice came out breathier than you wanted. You bit your lip hard, counting again in your head. Four sheep... fifth sheep...
It didn’t work. All you could focus on was the way his cock twitched against you when you shifted, the way his chest rose and fell faster now, the way his breath was scorching the sensitive skin of your nape.
Heeseung let out a quiet, frustrated groan, barely audible. His forehead dropped forward until it rested against the back of your head.
“You’re killing me here,” he muttered, so close his lips brushed your hair. “Just… stop moving for five seconds.”
“I’m trying,” you snapped under your breath. Your hand clenched into a fist against the cold floor. “This stupid feeling won’t go away. Damn it…”
He went still.
“What feeling?” His voice had dropped even lower. dangerously curious.
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Admitting it out loud would make it too real.
But your silence said enough.
Heeseung’s fingers flexed on your hip, pressing just a fraction harder. Not pulling you back, but definitely not letting you escape either. His hips moved—barely—an involuntary little roll that pushed his hard length more firmly between your clothed cheeks.
You sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck…” he breathed, almost like a curse and a confession at the same time. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
You kept your eyes screwed shut, heart pounding wildly. The ache between your legs was getting unbearable, a slick warmth starting to gather in your panties. You hated how your body was betraying you, especially with him.
“I hate you,” you whispered, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.
Heeseung let out a soft, dark chuckle against your neck, the sound sending goosebumps racing down your arms.
“Yeah?” His lips ghosted over your skin as he spoke. “Then why are you so warm right now? Why is your breathing all messed up?”
His hand slid slowly, cautiously, from your hip to your stomach, stopping just under your ribs.
You didn’t push him away.
And when his thumb brushed in a small, soothing circle over your shirt, the sensation in your stomach flared hotter.
“Damn it, Heeseung…” you whispered again, half plea, half surrender. Your eyes stayed closed, but your body leaned back into him just the tiniest bit.
You hissed through gritted teeth, voice barely above a breath, “Stop moving, god damn it—stop moving.”
Your body was betraying you with every word. Even as you said it, your hips gave a tiny, involuntary push back against him, chasing the friction you were trying so hard to deny.
Heeseung’s breath stuttered hot against the back of your neck. His hand on your stomach tensed, fingers curling slightly into your shirt like he was anchoring himself.
“I’m not—” he started, but his voice cracked into a low, rough whisper. “Fuck, you’re the one who keeps shifting.”
He was lying. Sort of.
Because even while he spoke, his hips rolled forward again, almost imperceptible, but enough to drag his hard cock more firmly against your ass. The thin fabric of your clothes did nothing to hide how much he wanted this. How much he hated wanting this.
You clenched your jaw, eyes still squeezed shut, trying to fight the slick heat pooling between your thighs. “Then stay still,” you hissed again, sharper this time. “Or I swear I’ll elbow you in the ribs.”
Heeseung let out a quiet, breathless scoff that sounded more like a groan. His forehead pressed harder against the back of your head, his lips now dangerously close to your ear.
“You say that…” he murmured, voice dark and strained, “…but your body’s not listening.”
His hand slowly slid lower on your stomach, stopping right at the waistband of your pants. Not dipping inside. Just resting there. Tempting.
You could feel his heartbeat hammering against your back, fast and unsteady. His cock throbbed once against you, and the sensation made your stomach flip hard.
“Shit…” he cursed under his breath. “You have no idea how much I hate you right now.”
But he still didn’t pull away.
Instead, his nose brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered, so quietly it was almost sinful
“…And you have no idea how badly I want to flip you over and shut that pretty mouth up.”
Your breath hitched loudly in the dark.
The ache between your legs pulsed.
And neither of you moved an inch.
You hissed under your breath, voice trembling with both fury and something far more shameful, “You’re such a whore then—”
The words barely left your lips before Heeseung’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling your hips back against him with a slow, deliberate grind. His hard cock pressed firmly between your ass cheeks, throbbing even through the layers of fabric.
He let out a low, dangerous chuckle right against your ear, the sound rough and dripping with irritation and lust.
“Yeah?” he whispered hotly, lips brushing your skin. “I’m the whore? Then why the fuck are you so wet I can feel the heat through your clothes?”
Your face burned with humiliation. You wanted to snap back, to push him away, but your body was a traitor—your back arched slightly, pressing harder into his chest as another involuntary shiver ran through you. Your thighs squeezed together, but that only made the aching throb between your legs worse.
Heeseung’s hand slid lower, fingers teasing just beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing bare skin. His breath was ragged now.
“Say it again,” he taunted quietly, voice dark. “Call me a whore while your ass keeps rubbing against my dick like you’re begging for it.”
You bit your lip hard, trying to stay quiet as his hips rolled again, filthy, grinding into you with just enough pressure to make your head spin. The slickness between your thighs was undeniable now, your panties growing damp and sticky.
“I hate you,” you breathed, but it came out like a moan instead of an insult.
Heeseung smirked against your neck, teeth grazing your skin for a split second.
“Liar,” he murmured. His fingers dipped a little lower, tracing the waistband of your pants. “Your body’s telling the truth. So fucking honest right now…”
He pushed forward again, trapping you tighter between his body and the floor. The tension was suffocating.
Neither of you was sleeping tonight.
“I- I can’t take this anymore,” you hissed, eyes squeezed shut so tightly you saw sparks behind your lids.
Your voice cracked with frustration, shame, and something far needier. The ache between your legs had become unbearable—hot, slick, and pulsing with every tiny shift of his body against yours. You hated how desperate you sounded. You hated even more that it was true.
Heeseung’s breath hitched sharply against your neck. For a second he went completely still, as if your words had stunned him. Then his hand on your waist gripped harder, fingers digging into your skin through your shirt like he was barely holding himself back.
“Can’t take what?” he whispered, voice low, dark, and dangerously close to your ear. “Can’t take me being this hard against you? Or can’t take how badly you want it?”
He rolled his hips forward again, slower this time, more intentional. His clothed cock dragged firmly between your ass cheeks, pressing right against where you were throbbing the most. A quiet, broken sound escaped your throat before you could stop it.
Heeseung cursed under his breath.
“Fuck… you’re shaking,” he murmured, almost like he was in pain. His lips brushed the shell of your ear as he continued, “You’ve been grinding back on me for the last ten minutes, acting like you hate it. But we both know that’s bullshit.”
His hand slid lower, boldly slipping under the hem of your shirt until his palm was flat against your bare stomach. The heat of his touch made your muscles jump.
You kept your eyes closed, biting down hard on your lip. Your breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling too fast.
“I hate you,” you whispered again, but it sounded wrecked
Heeseung let out a soft, mocking laugh that vibrated against your back.
“Yeah? Then tell me to stop,” he challenged quietly, his fingers slowly tracing circles on your skin, inching dangerously lower toward the waistband of your pants. “Tell me to get the fuck away from you right now… and I’ll try.”
His hips gave another lazy, teasing grind, pressing his hardness right against your ass as if to prove his point.
You didn’t say it.
You couldn’t.
Instead, your head tilted back slightly, unconsciously offering more of your neck as a broken exhale left your lips.
Heeseung’s voice dropped even lower, barely audible, rough with want.
“That’s what I thought.”
His fingers finally dipped just beneath the waistband of your pants, hovering there, waiting.
“Last chance,” he breathed against your skin, lips brushing the sensitive spot right below your ear. “Tell me to stop… or tell me what you really need.”
His hand stilled, but his cock kept throbbing insistently against you.
Your heart was hammering so loud you were scared it would wake the others.
“Shut up,” you hissed, voice shaking with frustration and raw need. “Just fucking start already.”
Before Heeseung could even respond, you pushed your ass back against him harder, grinding deliberately against the thick, hard length straining in his pants. At the same time, you grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand upward, shoving it under your shirt until his palm was cupping your breast.
Heeseung’s entire body jerked against you.
“Fuck—” he choked out in a strangled whisper, eyes widening in the dark.
You tugged your shirt higher yourself, bunching it up just below your collarbone, exposing your bare chest to his touch. No bra. His warm, rough hand immediately squeezed your breast, thumb brushing over your already hard nipple.
Heeseung let out a low, shaky groan right against your neck, hips rolling forward to meet your grinding. His cock twitched hard against your ass as he palmed your breast greedily, squeezing and kneading like he’d been dying to touch you.
“You’re actually insane,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “Pushing your tits into my hand while calling me a whore…”
He pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling it slowly, sending a sharp spark of pleasure straight down between your legs. You bit your lip hard to keep quiet, but a tiny whimper still escaped.
Heeseung’s other arm slid under you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you even tighter against his body. His hips started moving in slow, filthy grinds—pressing his clothed cock between your cheeks like he was fucking you through the fabric.
“Keep doing that,” he whispered hotly against your ear, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Keep rubbing your ass on me like a needy little slut.”
His hand on your breast grew rougher, squeezing harder as his breathing turned ragged. He rolled your nipple again, then slid his hand to your other breast, giving it the same attention while his hips kept that slow, torturous rhythm against you.
You could feel how wet you were now—your panties soaked, the ache almost painful.
Heeseung pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the back of your neck, then lightly dragged his teeth there.
“Tell me how far you want this to go,” he murmured, voice dark and dangerous, “because if you keep pushing back on my dick like that… I’m not gonna be able to stop.”
His fingers pinched your nipple again, harder this time, as if daring you to moan loud enough for someone to wake up.
You leaned back closer into him, lips barely brushing his jaw as you whispered hotly against his skin,
“Don’t stop then… or are you scared? Show me how brave you are.”
The challenge had barely left your mouth before Heeseung snapped.
He didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second.
With a sharp, impatient tug, he yanked his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, heavy and burning hot against your skin. In the same movement, his other hand roughly pulled your jogging pants and panties down in one swift motion, dragging them halfway down your thighs.
Cold air hit your bare ass and soaked pussy for only a moment before Heeseung pressed forward again. His thick, bare cock slid right between your thighs, gliding along your dripping folds.
“Fuck…” he growled low in your ear, voice trembling with restraint. “You’re soaked.”
He rocked his hips, letting his cock slide back and forth between your thighs, the head bumping teasingly against your swollen clit with every pass. One of his hands returned to your breast, squeezing hard, while the other gripped your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place.
“You talk so much shit,” he breathed, dragging his cock slowly along your slit again, coating himself in your wetness, “but look at you… pushing your bare pussy against me like a desperate whore.”
You bit down hard on your lip to stop yourself from moaning. The feeling of his hot, hard length sliding between your folds was driving you insane. Every slow thrust made the head of his cock nudge your entrance before sliding back up to rub your clit.
Heeseung leaned in, lips pressed right against your ear as he whispered darkly,
“You wanted brave?”
He pulled his hips back slightly, angled himself, and pushed forward.
The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, slowly stretching you open as he started sinking inside you from behind, inch by inch.
He groaned quietly into your hair, the sound rough.
“Shit… you’re so fucking tight.”
He didn’t stop. He kept pushing deeper, filling you up slowly but relentlessly, his hand tightening on your breast as he buried himself to the hilt inside you.
Both of you froze for a second, breathing hard, bodies locked together on the floor.
Then Heeseung’s hips started moving — slow, deep, filthy thrusts, careful not to make too much noise but hard enough that you felt every inch of him dragging inside you.
“Still think I’m scared?” he rasped against your neck, biting down lightly as he fucked you. “Tell me how brave I am now…”
“Fuck… fine,” you gasped, voice barely a whisper, trembling. “You’re brave… fuck, you’re brave—”
You turned your head just enough to glance back at him over your shoulder. Your eyes met in the dim lamplight, and you stared at him—lips parted, biting down hard on your lower lip to keep from moaning too loud.
Heeseung’s dark gaze burned into yours, pupils blown wide with lust. Sweat already clung to his forehead, his jaw clenched tight as he buried himself deep inside you with another slow, powerful thrust.
“Yeah?” he breathed hotly against your mouth, lips hovering just inches from yours. “Say it again while I’m balls-deep in you.”
He snapped his hips forward harder this time, burying his cock to the hilt. A broken whimper escaped you before you could stop it. The stretch was intense, the angle perfect, every thick inch dragging against your walls in the most filthy way.
Heeseung’s hand slid up from your breast to grip your jaw, turning your face further toward him so he could watch you while he fucked you. His thrusts stayed deep and steady — controlled, but getting rougher with every roll of his hips.
“Look at me,” he whispered roughly, eyes never leaving yours. “Look at me while you’re creaming all over my cock like you hate me.”
You bit your lip harder, eyes fluttering but refusing to close. The wet, quiet sound of skin meeting skin was barely masked by the heavy breathing between you. Every thrust pushed you forward slightly on the floor, his body completely molded to yours from behind.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned lowly, the confession slipping out like he hated admitting it. His grip on your jaw tightened as he leaned in and caught your lips in a messy, desperate kiss — all tongue and teeth, trying to swallow down both your moans.
He broke the kiss only to press his forehead against yours, panting.
“Still rivals?” he taunted in a husky whisper, slamming into you a little deeper, grinding his hips in small circles so his cock rubbed against that perfect spot inside you. “Or are you finally admitting you’ve been dying for me to fuck you stupid?”
His free hand slipped down between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, slick circles as he kept thrusting.
Your whole body trembled. You stared back at him, eyes glassy with pleasure, lips still bitten red.
Heeseung smirked against your mouth, dark and satisfied.
“That’s what I thought.”
He kissed you again, harder this time, hips picking up pace as much as he dared without waking the others.
Heeseung kept thrusting into you with deep, measured strokes, each one dragging a silent gasp from your throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, making your mind hazy.
You reached forward, pressing your hand flat against the cold wall for leverage, trying to steady yourself as his hips rocked into you from behind.
Heeseung noticed immediately.
Without warning, he hooked one arm under your knee and yanked your leg up and wider, spreading you open even more. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper, his cock hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back.
“Heeseung…” you whimpered breathlessly, the name slipping out like a broken plea.
“Fuck,” he groaned quietly against your neck, voice rough and strained. “Say my name like that again.”
He held your leg high, fingers digging into your thigh as he fucked you harder — still trying to stay quiet, but the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy was getting louder. His other hand stayed braced on the floor near your waist, caging you in while he drove into you with long, filthy strokes.
Every thrust pushed your chest harder against the floor, your shirt still bunched up, nipples rubbing against the fabric. Your hand on the wall curled into a fist as pleasure shot through you.
“Heeseung… ah—” you gasped again, biting your lip right after to muffle the sound.
He leaned over you, chest pressed flush to your back, lips right against your ear as he panted.
“Yeah? You like that?” he whispered, voice dark and mocking even while he was buried inside you. “Legs spread open for me on the fucking floor while our group is sleeping right next to us?”
He snapped his hips forward sharply, grinding deep, his cock rubbing perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every roll.
Your eyes fluttered, another soft “Heeseung…” escaping before you could stop it.
He smirked against your skin and bit down lightly on your shoulder, thrusting faster, deeper, chasing the pleasure he could no longer control.
“Keep saying my name like that,” he breathed, voice husky, “and I won’t be able to stop even if someone wakes up.”
His fingers on your thigh tightened, spreading you even wider as he fucked you relentlessly.
“I’m gonna cum… fuck— Heeseung,” you gasped, voice shaking and barely a whisper as your walls started clenching hard around his cock.
Heeseung’s breath hitched sharply. His eyes darkened instantly at your words.
“Shit— already?” he hissed against your ear, but there was clear satisfaction dripping from his tone. He yanked your leg even higher, spreading you obscenely wide as he fucked you deeper, faster, more desperately.
His hips snapped against your ass with wet, muffled slaps. He pressed his forehead hard against the back of your head, panting heavily.
“Then cum,” he growled lowly, voice rough and commanding. “Cum on my cock like the needy little slut you are. Right here. On the fucking floor.”
Heeseung’s hand left your thigh and slid down between your legs, rubbing tight, fast circles on your swollen clit while he kept pounding into you from behind.
Your hand on the wall trembled. Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking violently as the pressure built unbearably fast.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a harsh whisper.
You turned your head just enough. The second your eyes met his — dark, intense, and burning — your orgasm crashed into you.
You bit down hard on your own arm to muffle the moan that tried to rip out of you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick cock, gushing slick heat as you came hard.
Heeseung groaned through gritted teeth, eyes locked on your face the entire time, watching you fall apart.
“Fuck— that’s it… good girl,” he rasped, still thrusting through your orgasm, drawing it out. “So fucking tight when you cum.”
Your body kept shaking, waves of pleasure rolling through you as he fucked you through it. Heeseung’s rhythm started to falter, his own breathing turning ragged and desperate.
He buried his face in your neck, biting down to stay quiet as his hips stuttered.
“I’m close—” he warned, voice strained, hips slamming into you a little harder. “Where do you want it?”
His cock throbbed violently inside you, clearly right on the edge.
“My mouth,” you whispered desperately, voice hoarse and trembling. “Cum in my mouth.”
Heeseung’s eyes flashed with raw hunger at your words. He let out a shaky, almost pained exhale.
“Fuck… you’re filthy,” he groaned quietly, but the way his cock twitched hard inside you told you how much he liked it.
Without wasting another second, he pulled out of you slowly, his thick length glistening with your juices. You quickly turned around on the floor, facing him. Heeseung sat up slightly, leaning back against the wall while you moved between his legs.
He gripped your hair tightly with one hand, guiding your head down as his other hand stroked his slick cock a few times.
You didn’t hesitate.
You wrapped your lips around his throbbing tip, tasting yourself on him as you took him into your warm, wet mouth. Heeseung’s head fell back, jaw clenched tight as he fought to stay quiet.
“Shit— just like that,” he whispered, voice wrecked. His hips bucked up gently, pushing more of his cock into your mouth. “Suck it… fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around the underside as you bobbed your head. Heeseung’s grip on your hair tightened, breathing fast and ragged.
“I’m so fucking close—” he warned, eyes locked on your lips stretched around him.
A few more strokes of your mouth and he broke.
With a choked, quiet groan, Heeseung came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled your mouth as his cock pulsed against your tongue. He kept his hand in your hair, holding you there while he emptied himself, hips twitching.
You swallowed every drop, sucking him gently through the aftershocks until he was shuddering and oversensitive.
Finally, he pulled you off with a shaky breath, chest heaving. His dark eyes stared down at you, lips parted, sweat on his forehead.
For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other in the dim light — faces flushed, breathing heavy, the rivalry still burning underneath everything… but now mixed with something much more dangerous.
Heeseung wiped the corner of your lip with his thumb, then pushed it into your mouth so you could lick it clean.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered, voice low and rough.
He pulled you up and against his chest, both of you still half-naked on the floor, hearts still racing.
The next morning came too quickly.
You were already fully dressed, curled up on your side when a bright, cheerful voice echoed through the living room.
“Kids! Breakfast is ready~ Come eat before it gets cold!”
Your classmate’s mom clapped her hands a few times, her footsteps moving around the room as she gently shook the others awake. Groans and sleepy complaints filled the air as everyone started stirring.
You stretched your arms above your head with a soft groan, your back popping slightly. Your body felt sore in the best and worst ways — thighs aching, a faint throb between your legs, and the unmistakable reminder of last night with every small movement. You quickly sat up, fixing your messy hair and avoiding looking toward Heeseung.
But you could feel him.
Heeseung was already awake, sitting up a few feet away. His hair was tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep, and there was a faint red mark on his neck that definitely wasn’t there yesterday. He glanced at you the moment you moved, his gaze dark and unreadable.
For a split second, the memory hit you hard — his cock in your mouth, the way he groaned your name so quietly, the taste of him on your tongue.
Your cheeks burned.
“Morning everyone!” your classmate’s mom called again, smiling brightly. “There’s rice, eggs, and soup. Hurry up before the boys eat everything!”
The others slowly got up, yawning and stretching, completely oblivious. One of them even stepped over the exact spot where Heeseung had fucked you just hours ago.
You stood up and brushed off your clothes, pretending to be normal. But as you turned, Heeseung was suddenly right beside you, close enough that his arm brushed yours.
He leaned in slightly while everyone else was distracted, his voice low and rough against your ear.
“Sleep well?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smug little smirk. “You were moving around a lot last night.”
Your stomach flipped.
You shot him a sharp glare, cheeks heating up again. “Shut up,” you hissed under your breath. “Not a single word.”
Heeseung’s smirk only grew. He looked far too satisfied for someone who was supposed to be your rival.
As you both walked toward the dining area with the group, he stayed annoyingly close. His fingers brushed against the back of your hand for half a second — not quite holding it, but definitely not accidental.
You elbowed him lightly in the ribs.
“Asshole,” you muttered.
“Needy little liar,” he whispered back, so quietly only you could hear.
You sat down at the table across from each other. Every time your eyes met, the tension crackled. Heeseung’s gaze kept dropping to your lips for a second too long, like he was remembering exactly how they looked wrapped around him.
You kicked his leg under the table.
He kicked back.
But neither of you could hide the faint flush on your cheeks… or the way your heart raced every time he looked at you.
The rivalry wasn’t gone.
It had just become something much more complicated.
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