Past Due.ᐟ - L.H˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚
— when the deadline hit, your landlord gave you an option that made paying rent the least of your worries.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ -> :Parings: (Landlord) Heeseung x reader.ᐟ -
⊹ ࣪ ˖ -> :Genres: ( MDNI ),paying rent with your body, , necktie pulling, smut, everything is consensual , Spit-Trail Kiss, grown Adult romance ,(m) receiving and (f) receiving; ,freaky heeseung mentioned ,switch heeseung included , big d heeseung included , protection used , Landlord heeseung included , small age-gap included (2-4 years apart ) , Deep and husky / raspy voice heeseung included , he talks you through it , older heeseung included , Hickie's included , Pet names included (examples like : Sir, and ect ) , heeseung likes being called DADA, heeseung has man Tata’s , Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Deep Voice/Whispering, Encouragement, Financial Power Play, Broad shoulders heeseung , Paid In Kind, Contractual Relationship, Moral Ambiguity (Light), Evolving Power Dynamic, Overstimulated Submissive (M/F), Nipple Play (Male), Rough Kissing, Heavy Breathing, Collar Play, After care included, Internal Ejaculation, Visible Bulge Post-Ejaculation, , learning how to do your first blow job , riding the dih for the first time , experienced heeseung included , not fully experienced reader included , reader is (24 ) , heeseung / Evan is (28), creampie!, fingering and squirting included , if you squint closely size kink , pussy deprived eater included ,Both of them are consenting adults .
release date: in June?
w.c: 10k
⊹ ࣪ ˖ -> : sypnosis: The rent is late. Critically, impossibly late.You live in an apartment complex owned by the notorious Mr. Lee—or, as everyone knows him, Heeseung or Evan—and he’s finally come to collect. You expected an eviction notice. Instead, the older man with the deep, authoritative voice offers a different kind of payment plan: a strictly consensual, transactional arrangement where your body becomes the collateral for your debt. The deadline is past, the desperation is real, and the cost of keeping your home is becoming Heeseung’s most treasured tenant.
Coming soon.
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⚠ BEFORE YOU READ ⚠
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This fanfiction is a work of fiction inspired by public figures and fictional storytelling elements. None of the events, personalities, relationships, or situations written in this story are meant to reflect reality or the actual people involved. This is purely for entertainment, creativity, and dramatic storytelling purposes only.
✦ RPF NOTICE: This story contains Real Person Fiction (RPF). The characters are fictionalized versions created for narrative purposes and should not be confused with real-life identities.
✦ MDNI — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
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It was that time of the month again, and honestly, you wish you were talking about the week of cramps and chocolate cravings that most girls complain about. But no, this was the full-body kind of dread. Right around the corner was payday— for your landlord, of course—and the universe was giving you a massive reality check. At this point, you were running on nothing but fizzled out fumes and pure luck considering you still had a place to call yours despite the games you’ve.
Yesterday night, you stared at the calendar pinned to your wall, with tomorrow’s date screaming at you in bold font. Another thirty days had gone by like each one lasted for mere seconds, and the inevitable truth caused your stomach to twist tighter than ever. Month after month, you found yourself idly watching your bank account balance just sit there… mocking you with its feeble quantity while your stress levels continued to skyrocket. On top of all this, you simply hadn't managed to pull together a single rent payment. Again.
In fact, you could barely remember the last time you sent a proper deposit to him, let alone on time. All the months behind today had blended into one drawn out and excruciating panic of ignored bills, piling up emails, and lame excuses. You knew you were only still here because of one person: Evan Lee, your pretentiously lenient landlord.
Out of all the terrible apartment complexes you’ve lived in before, Evan Lee was hands-down the most interesting property owner you ever dealt with. Usually, the landlords you met were crusty old dudes with beer guts and shoulder-length hair who couldn't care less if your whole kitchen was flooding, so long as they got their check.
So, upon moving to your current place, you honestly expected to be making transactions to some greasy and disgruntled ancient cuck with a terrible haircut until your lease was up. However, and fortunately so, you got Evan.
He was only a few years older than you, ridiculously well put together, and honestly, way too attractive for a guy whose job description could more accurately be displayed as a "professional evictor." His presence itself came off as a command to you. He was always seen wearing these tailored, expensive suits that probably cost more than you’ve ever made in six months of your life.
Everyone in the complex knew the type of character he was. And he wasn’t the kind of guy to hide in an office counting bills or sending fuck ass eviction letters. This barely twenty-something-year-old guy already owned a crazy amount of real estate, and was managing it better than some of the pros out there, and a lot better than your sorry ass who could barely manage the rent that YOU agreed to. To be honest, it was very expensive, but you had moved to a new city to start a better life pursuing your dream job in the big, braggable apartment that was sure to impress everyone who walked by.
Every week or so, he made his rounds, walking the halls on every floor just to remind everyone who was the boss of this property. For some residents—the unlucky ones, rather—he’d leave these nasty, handwritten eviction warnings jammed right into their door frames. The entire concept of how he delivered these notes was embarrassing as hell, each letter acting as a bright red flag of failure for anyone walking by to see it. You, of course, had your own growing stack of those letters, with each one adding to the monument to your mounting financial disaster.
Though, if you’re being completely honest, sometimes you’d hold those letters a little too long considering the nature of the words staring back at you...
You’d look past the threats to pay up and simply focus on the details, almost as if to profile Evan just from the little evidence provided on those red note cards. The deliberate way in which he chose his words, that elegant, old-school penmanship… it made it crystal clear you were dealing with a man obsessed with the idea of two things: calculated control and prestigious manipulation. He had this quiet dominance, this pride that practically radiated off the paper, all coupled with a desire to hold some sort of psychological power over people.
It was a simple tactic really, yet it completely threw you off guard. Evan Lee had you totally and entirely intimidated. The whole situation left you stuck somewhere between the terror of potentially ending up homeless one day and this weird, complicated curiosity about who the guy behind the ink really was.
Still and all, once reality sunk in that your rent payments were impossibly past due, every night that followed was filled with pure misery. You spent hours tossing and turning in bed, your sheets becoming a tangled mess beneath you as images of yourself sleeping in your car filled your mind. It felt like every fiber in your body was screaming for a lifeline, so it was no surprise that the exhaustion made you think you were hallucinating when you heard the sharp knock at your door.
You had already been awake for hours, pitifully sitting at your computer in the dark, the screen lighting up your desperate features as you tried to scrape a few hundred dollars from any debit or credit account you could think of. And yes, it was terribly late into the night, but you didn’t mind losing some beauty sleep under such circumstances—it was a sacrifice really, and you’d be happy if your efforts got you even the tiniest bit closer to liberating yourself from this financial pit.
Knock, knock, knock.
The pattern repeated, echoing down the halls, getting louder with each bang, and this time, a nervous chill shot up your spine, with goosebumps appearing all over your skin.
"I know you’re awake in there," a deep and bossy voice rang out from the hallway, “No need to hide, I just want to talk...”
You recognized it like a familiar tune, and your mind was quick to recognize it as belonging to your landlord—the man who was standing right outside your door this whole time.
He wasn't waiting for an invitation, either; you heard the quick, metallic click of his master key turning the lock with the bronze doorknob twisting with it.
"Shit," you cursed under your breath, fumbling to grab your robe off the nearby chair and hoping the key would spare you a few extra seconds before letting him in. You were only wearing a tiny lace pajama top and panties underneath, but otherwise, the more intimate parts of yourself would’ve been on full display to this man if you hadn’t grabbed your robe in time. You had a strong feeling that this unannounced “meeting” with your landlord was going to be humiliating enough on its own, and giving him a free show would only make things worse.
Click. Evan finally managed to push the door open, immediately stepping in and closing the door behind him. As soon as he lifted his dark brown eyes, he found a somewhat sleep-deprived you standing right before him, trying to gather an idea of your presence just by looking at you, but you left him confused nonetheless, appearing to display a mix of both irritation and intrigue.
"Morning to… ______, was it?" he drawled, his expensive leather boots clicking on your floor as he closed the distance between you. He took your hand, not with a demanding grip like you expected, but with a surprising gentleness as he leaned in to kiss the back of it, keeping his sultry eyes glued to yours.
“My name is on the lease, which I’m sure you’ve read many times before,” you replied sarcastically, but it was more so as a way to compensate for the nervousness building up inside you. “Anyway,” you went on, pulling your hand from his grasp and folding your arms, trying to cover as much of your chest as possible, “you must be Mr. Lee… the notorious landlord that everyone around here seems to be afraid of.”
“Mmm, I wouldn’t say the people fear me,” he corrected, inviting himself into your apartment even further as he examined the place, keeping his hands behind his back as he scanned your walls up and down, “they just understand that I like to handle business matters seriously.”
“I see,” you returned from behind him, feeling a bit annoyed now that he was invading your personal space to such a degree, “So correct me if I’m reaching, but what gives you the right to break into my apartment and do… whatever it is that you’re trying to do here? Let alone at this hour?”
“Please, I hardly broke in darling, I have a master key,” his husky voice rang from ahead of you with a slight chuckle to his tone, and you cursed your stomach for fluttering at the stupid pet-name he so casually threw in the mix. “Besides, you obviously weren’t getting much sleep in here, so I’m not really interrupting anything.”
“And your point is?”
“We should just consider this a routine visit, hm? Sure, you may find it to be a bit over the top, but it’s not like you’ve earned my decency towards you in this matter.”
“Excuse me?” You scoffed, watching as he now waltzed his way into your bedroom, helping himself to open the top drawer to your dresser before picking out a pair of lace panties with a sole finger.
“Ohh… now I see where all your spending money goes,” Evan chuckled again with a devious smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and you could already tell that his eyes scanned the plethora of other scandalous items you hid in your top drawer.
“God, you’re so intrusive,” you snapped, snatching the lingerie back while trying to hide the embarrassment rising to your face before him, "What’s this ‘matter’ you’re going on about anyway?"
All he did was smile softly, turning on his heel to face you straight-on now as he spoke, "Didn’t expect you to be the pretty and dumb type, _____." Before you could even react, his thumb found your chin, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze, and the angle only made you look more submissive to him, the sight alone causing his teeth to find his lower lip, holding your attention as he bit back his own naughty thoughts.
"Well, I didn’t expect you to be an explicitly, intrusive prick either, Mr. Lee. So, I guess we’re both wrong," you hissed back, swatting his hand away from your face, even though deep down you were fighting to ignore the heat that kept flaring up inside you. Your head was a mess of tangled frustration and a weird, growing excitement—which you knew was exactly where he wanted you to be.
"And what makes you think it’s fair to let free-loaders like you skip payment after payment while I keep giving you a roof?" He countered, completely ignoring your comment as he pulled a stark white envelope from his suit pocket. "Read it," he demanded, his voice dropping low but firm. The anger you felt earlier just evaporated. He was right. You didn't deserve his kindness.
You took the envelope, your fingers reluctant as you tore it open. Inside was another eviction notice, handwritten by Evan himself, but this one was different. At the bottom, in a harsh, bold red font, was the final total you owed. Over ten thousand dollars. The number felt like a punch to the gut, and you felt utterly pathetic standing under his domineering gaze.
"So, what was it you were saying about my behavior, Miss _____? Because as far as I can tell, I’ve been rather merciful to you considering your track record of failing to submit to me."
Failing to submit. The words hit you like a slap, and suddenly the walls felt like they were closing in. You were officially out of chances. You needed a way out.
"Look I’m… I’m sorry for how I spoke to you before, Mr. Lee," you stammered, dropping the letter onto your desk, “I just… I have a lot going on, okay?” Walking over to your bed, you collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, your body feeling heavy and exhausted as you stared up at the ceiling. "Trust me, I understand the weight of this situation, but I seriously cannot make a payment right now… I wish I could…"
You were expecting a brief moment of silence to follow, but instead he immediately interjected your words, practically rolling his eyes as if what you just said was no more than a pathetic plea for a 100th chance.
"God, that’s all you younger women do nowadays," Evan scoffed, but there was a hint of something besides annoyance in his voice—maybe pity, or maybe even boredom with the redundant sob stories he heard every single day. "Excuses and more excuses… You've spent more time dodging my calls than you have trying to work a job or two. And now you expect me to feel bad because you've finally realized that ten thousand dollars is not a problem you can cry your way out of?"
You couldn’t believe he was speaking so harshly to you, let alone so shamelessly at that. This was your first official encounter with this guy and all he’s done is disrespect you left and right.
"I’m not making stuff up! I’m really struggling here," you half-shouted, eyebrows crinkling into heavy bows with the raw frustration of your situation. You didn’t bother giving him details; he wouldn't care anyway. You were just mentally bracing yourself for the final decision he was about to deliver.
A long, heavy silence settled. Then, Evan turned on his heel and walked toward you. He stopped right in front of where you sat, your head still hung in shame until his hand found the back of your neck. He tugged your hair just enough to force your eyes up to meet his—his eyes that darkened with impatience, completely unfazed by your confessions.
"Poor, desperate girl," he purred with facetious sincerity, his hand tracing the line of your jaw, thumb resting just under your lower lip. "Was I being too mean? Because if so, I hate to break it to you, but this is how real life works… nobody’s coming to your rescue…”
Your words were stuck in your throat, but then again, what the hell were you supposed to say to that anyway? Tears welled in your eyes, not just at the sensation of his hands in your hair, but also at the weight of this entire situation. Of all the nights you’d spent in this apartment complex, tonight was definitely the most emotionally taxing of them all, but you tried your hardest to blink the tears away and act strong, or at least as strong as you could.
“God, would you suck it up already,” he continued with a scoff, “you look pathetic enough without the water works,” he released his grip on you in a way that felt as if he’d cast you into an infinite abyss of emptiness. For the first time in a long time, you felt powerless, worthless…and completely out of options.
“Just two more weeks, okay? I can try to make a payment if you just give me a little more time,” your voice cracked weakly as you pleaded, the words barely a rasp as you looked up at him, tears threatening to spill. You were desperate for any delay, grasping for the last shreds of your pride.
“More waiting, huh?” Evan chuckled, a low, smooth sound that vibrated deep in your chest and made your panic feel cheap and utterly worthless. He dropped his gaze from your eyes to your mouth, then slowly ran his finger across the back of your neck where his hand had been moments before. “Do you really think two weeks will change anything? What do you think I'm running here, some kind of charity? I’m here, in your room, in the middle of the night, because I have a very specific, immediate need. Now, tell me, and don’t play dumb with me like you did earlier... what do you think it is that I really want from you… hm?”
"Mr. Lee—" You winced, the feeling of his fingers walking across your skin sending shivers throughout your body. The heat of his gaze and the dark implication of his words made your throat tighten. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe, pressing against your chest. Your mind screamed at you to run, to push him away, but your body was frozen, caught between fear and a sickening curiosity. You could only stare at the subtle, confident tilt of his lips as he waited for your answer, already knowing the truth. The ten thousand dollars wasn't a threat; it was bait.
You caught a glimpse of the growing bulge hidden behind his tailored slacks as he leaned closer. His suit jacket brushed against your knee, making the already intimate space between you impossibly smaller. His scent—expensive cologne, leather, and something sharp and dominant—filled your senses. "Don't disappoint me, darling," he murmured, his breath a warm whisper against your ear, sending a jolt straight down your spine. "It's a simple transaction, really. Your comfort, your continued stay, against a debt that is well past due. So, what is it going to be?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, deep growl, the sound vibrating through you.
"I…" you started, your heart pounding as his thumb brushed over your lower lip, testing the waters. "You want me to pay back what I owe you."
"Very close, sweetheart," Evan smiled, but the expression was predatory, that tiny movement making the air thick with anticipation. He didn't move his hand from your mouth, but his eyes were drilling into you, forcing you to focus on the details of his tailored suit. Your eyes dropped to his other hand, which was now deliberately, slowly fidgeting with the heavy, silver buckle of his belt. The soft clink of metal against thick leather was a harsh sound in the silence, a promise and a threat that sent a cold, sharp shiver straight down your thighs and collected low in your gut. "Am I making myself clear to you now?”
Your legs instinctively squeezed together, a purely physical reaction to the fear and the confusing, forbidden heat it sparked. Your mind went completely blank. This was no longer about ten thousand dollars; a far more primal kind of desperation was taking over. Deep down, you knew what he wanted. You should have known the second he walked in and closed the door. Morals didn't matter now. This was scandalous, ruinous, but the adrenaline and the heat were a suffocating mess, and you needed salvation. You needed his grace. You needed the debt erased, no matter the cost. He needed—
"My payment isn't a number, sweetheart," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "It's this." Before you can blink, he shoves his two middle fingers into your mouth. It is rough and sudden, making you gag as your eyes fill with tears. "Your body," he says, leaning so close that all you can smell is his expensive cologne. "That's what I want. Nothing less." He looks at you, seeing how desperate you are, and he seems to love every second of it.
He pulls his fingers out with a wet sound, leaving your lip stinging. You can't even breathe; a sob is stuck in your throat. Everything feels like too much—the ache in your throat, the suffocating scent of lust, the salt from your tears, and the way you are shaking in your thin pajamas. He looks totally in control as he fixes his tie, tightening the knot like he is reminding you he has you right where he wants you. The debt is closed, and now it is time to pay up.
Was this the man behind the ink? Some perverted, rich guy who took advantage of girls that couldn’t make rent…or was this just with you? You were scared, and entirely caught off guard, but a part of you craved the taste. Plus, he was right…there was no way you’d be able to come up with that impossible amount of money in two weeks. So, this really was your best option…
His hand drops from his tie and the room goes dead quiet. "On your knees," Evan orders. His voice is deep and it makes your stomach drop. You don't have any fight left, so you just sink to the floor. The wooden planks freeze beneath your knees. Evan lets out a low, dark laugh, clearly amused by how quickly you obeyed him. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Tell me you want this," he whispers.
“I do,” you nod obediently, blinking back the tears that decorated your lower lashes, “It’s not like I have any other choice at this point…”
“Good girl,” he grins, leaning in to kiss your lips, biting the lower one hard enough to make a soft moan escape your lips. When he pulls back, a thin trail of spit stretches between your lips. He quickly crashes his mouth against yours again in a hungry, mean way. You feel his lips part as he slides his tongue in, twisting with yours as the subtle vibrations from him echo throughout your body. When he finally lets go, another trail of spit breaks between you. Without saying a word, he wraps his tie around your eyes and pulls it tight. Everything goes black.
You hear the rustle of fabric and the heavy thud of the belt in his pants hitting the floor. "Crawl to me," Evan coos, his voice low and steady. Blind and shaking, you walk your hands across the cold wood floor until your head brushes against his legs. His hand gently gathers your hair, pulling it all into one messy bundle as he grips it tightly.
You blindly search for his member with your hands before bringing the tip to your lips, he lets out a sharp, annoyed huff and pulls your head back. "Stop. You look so pathetic," he snaps, his voice dripping with irritation. "You’re just fumbling around like an amateur. If you’re going to pay off a ten-thousand-dollar debt with your body, you’re going to do it right. Since you clearly have no idea what you’re doing, you’re going to do every single thing I say."
“Open your mouth,” he says as you stretch your mouth open as wide as you could. “You look ridiculous,” he hissed, slightly tapping your right cheek. “Relax your jaw and stick your tongue out. God…its not that hard to suck dick”
You swallow quickly, heat flushing to your face, before opening your mouth again. You gasped as he grabbed your chin, pulling you closer and repositioning your head at an angle that allowed him to easily slide in.
“Do not let your teeth touch me, not even a little bit. If I feel one scratch, we start over.” You felt your heart slam against your chest as you felt his tip press against your tongue. You closed your lips around him, slowly taking in every inch.
“Fold your lips over your teeth when you suck it like that, and don’t be afraid to use your tongue to get it wet,” you continued to bob your head, occasionally pulling back to swirl your tongue around the tip.
“Hold on, let me help,” he pulled your head back as you kept your mouth open, a moment passed before you felt him spit into your mouth. “I like it sloppy,” you could hear the smile in his voice.
You lowered your head again, suckling on him, filling the room with lewd sounds. You could feel a trail of spit dripping down your chin. “Now, wrap your hand around it,” he commanded as you obediently placed your fingers around his member. You felt him flinch at the cool touch. “Don’t squeeze too tightly,” he hummed. “And twist it like this when you jerk it,” you felt his hand cover yours as he guided your stroking.
“Mmm, fuck,” he bit as his thighs trembled around you. “Don’t stop sucking. If all I wanted was a handjob, I could’ve done that by myself.”
You wrapped your lips around the tip again as your hands kept a steady stroking pattern. Your mouth and hand moved together, swirling, twisting, and stimulating every inch of his thick throbbing member. “That’s it. Focus on the sensation. Move your head with me, not against me.” You listened as he took deep breaths and jerked occasionally.
Evan shifted instantly, the transformation in him both sudden and intense. His hand, which had previously been directing your movements with clinical precision, tightened its grip on your hair until his knuckles went white. A guttural, ragged groan escaped his throat “Ngh, faster,” he choked, swallowing as you picked up the speed.
He let out a shaking groan as he tightened his thighs around you. “Fuck!” he shouted as your teeth scraped his tip.
“S-sorry. It was an accident,” you stammered. “I-I–”
“What did I tell you about that?” he pushed you back. “You can’t seem to do anything right,” he exhaled, ripping the tie from your eyes. “I’ll just have to do it myself,” he huffed, tossing his tie to the side and quickly pulling your head to him. You fell forward on your hands, slapping them against the floor.
“Now, do it again from the beginning and don't you dare disappoint me this time.” He tightly grabbed a handful of your hair in his hand, cocking your head back as you met his burning gaze. “Open your mouth,” he growled, standing above you. You opened your mouth the way he’d instructed you before, crawling up his legs slightly as his grip loosened on you.
You tried to take it in slowly this time, careful not to touch him again with your teeth. You started sucking using your tongue and hands like you knew he wanted. As you looked up to meet his eyes you could tell that something was wrong.
“Am I doing it right now?”
“Just shut up and keep sucking,” he hissed, pulling your head back down as you continued.
You spit on his dick, using your hands to make it messy, focusing on the tip as you watched him throw his head back. “Fuck,” he hummed. “Faster, baby,” he sucked in caressing your head.
Again, you tried to speed up, careful not to touch him with your teeth, but you could feel your jaw starting to tire out. “What the hell are you doing?” he spat as you sat back, your legs folded beneath you as you rubbed your jaw, squeezing and pulling at the skin…anything to alleviate the strain you were feeling.
“Sorry…my jaw is starting to hurt,” you sighed, “I just need a little break and then–”
“A little break?” he cut you off. “Don’t you find it ironic that a girl who was just full of excuses is saying that her mouth hurts? You’re not done until I say you are,” he growled before pulling you close to him.
This time he didn’t give you a chance to start on your own. He shoved his dick deep down your throat, forcing your mouth open. You gagged as your hands squeezed his thighs. You gasped violently as he yanked your head back. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him. “Now that’s how you should look after sucking dick.” Saliva dangled from your mouth that hung open as he shoved himself back down your throat again.
You felt a burning wetness swell between your thighs as he pumped into your mouth. You could tell he was getting closer by the second as you took turns getting throat fucked and sucking it on your own. But after a certain point he took complete control.
He pulled your head close to him, leaving just enough space for him to rock back and forth. He drew your head back for a second, allowing you to catch your breath as he quickly jerked off in your face, bringing him closer to finishing. He slammed back into your mouth huffing as you felt every inch violently pushing in and out of you.
You were even sucking, by now he was enjoying your throat and your eyes were squeezed shut. You crouched down, following his body as he lowered to his knees. His body shook as he groaned. You hummed as stifled moans escaped his throat. “Fuck, I’m so close,” he grunted.
He pulled out of your mouth again, “Look at me with those pretty fucking eyes,” he groaned as your gaze met his. You could see the needy, greedy look of pleasure all over his face. He kept the tip on your tongue as you sat on all fours with your ass high in the air. “God, your throat feel so fucking good,” he hummed before sliding back down your throat.
The hand that had been strictly guiding your head suddenly squeezed your hair, his knuckles turning white as he gripped tight. A low, harsh groan tore out of his throat as you felt his hips twitch before his load shot to the back of your throat. The sensation caught you by surprise and you choked slightly around him as you felt the veins pulsate between your lips.
His body finally relaxes as he sits back on his knees. Throwing his head back with relief, a devilish grin spreads across his face as he chuckles softly. His once pressed white shirt was now dampened with sweat, the same went for his dark hair that frames his face.
“Grab those for me,” he motioned his head toward the bundled pair of pants that sat a couple feet away from you. He roughly tousled his hair as you stretched across the floor to reach for his pants. The sound of the belt clinking rang through your ears as you handed the pants to him.
“Consider your debt paid off,” he huffed, pulling the pants up to his waist and zipping them closed. “But, I can’t promise it’ll be this simple next time,” he smirked, sliding the belt through the loops.
“I-I understand,” you stammered.
“I don’t think you do,” he hissed, kneeling down to meet your gaze. He lifted your chin to him, commanding your attention. “I’ll be fucking more than your mouth if this happens again,” he swiped his thumb across your lip before sticking it back in your mouth to swallow the bead of cum that spilled out of the corner of your mouth.
“Remember that when my payment rolls around next month,” you watched him, speechless, as he cockily walked over to pick up the tie he’d tossed away earlier. “I’ll be expecting at least half of the rent,” he continued, swinging the black tie around his neck, meticulously folding the collar over as his finger twisted the cloth into a knot. “Hopefully you can manage that. I mean it’ll be a lot better than the crack money you’ve been giving me,” he chuckled, stepping into his boots as he made his way to the door.
Catching a glimpse of your slightly drained and worried look, Evan stopped, flashing you a pitiful look before walking back over to you. Your eyes followed him all the way up to the point when he leaned close to kiss you on the cheek. It was soft and quick, but something about it relaxed your body.
“I do have one more request for you, Miss ____,” he hummed, re-adjusting the spaghetti sleeve on your shoulder. “Could you stop by my office tomorrow morning?” he asked, helping you to your feet.
“Tomorrow morning? For what?” you blinked as he slid his hands down your arms.
“Just to talk,” his voice was calm and gentle, a total 180 from the pretentious dick he was a few moments ago. “Plus, I have something for you.”
“O-okay,” you stuttered. Even though a part of you enjoyed sucking him off. Especially, watching him tremble and groan in your mouth. You didn’t go through all of this trouble to become a prostitute… You mustered up enough courage to ask what seemed to be a simple question. “Can you at least give me an idea?”
“Relax, it’s not about anything trivial,” he released his grip on your hands, letting them drop to swing carelessly beside you. “Be there by 8 am.”
“B-but, I have to be at work by 10” you stammered.
“It shouldn’t be long. Just show up dressed,” he stepped away before walking back toward your bedroom door. “Goodnight, Miss ____,”
This man was truly the most impossibly confusing person you’d ever met. If he wasn’t so attractive you’d consider this little “payment” some sort of sexual crime against you. “Goodnight,” you replied, a faint smile softening his features before he walked out, closing the door behind him with a padded thud.
The next morning arrived quicker than you expected. To be honest, you barely slept.
Every time you closed your eyes, your brain found a new and creative way to remind you of last night. By the time your alarm rang, you were already awake, staring at the ceiling and questioning every life decision that somehow led you to this exact moment.
Or to be more specific, why the hell were you voluntarily going to your landlord’s office at eight in the morning?
The answer, unfortunately, was because Evan Lee told you to. And for some reason, your survival instincts had interpreted his “invitation” as a legally binding obligation.
A tired, lazy, and regretfully stressed groan escaped your throat as you rolled out of bed.
The apartment complex’s main office occupied the first floor of Building A. You’d walked past it hundreds of times before without ever stepping in once…an experience you never expected to endure.
Usually you avoid it on principle. Offices meant paperwork, paperwork meant responsibility, and responsibility had been kicking your ass lately. The frosted glass door felt heavier than it should’ve as you pushed it open. A small bell chimed overhead as you walked through.
The inside wasn’t nearly as impressive as you’d imagined. Actually, it was kinda boring. Gray walls, dark wood furniture, a coffee machine that looked twice as old as you. A few filing cabinets lined the walls while stacks of paperwork occupied nearly every available surface. The only remotely expensive thing in the room was Evan himself.
You found him sitting behind the desk, already working, already dressed, already looking irritatingly put together.
You checked your phone. 8:01 AM.
“You’re late,” he said as your eyes darted back and forth from his then to your phone.
“It’s only one minute. That’s hardly enough time to be considered late,” you replied harsher than you intended.
“A minute is still time,” he clicked his ball point pen before placing it neatly on the desk surface beside him.
“Oh, great…This is going to be one of those conversations,” you sighed.
Without looking up from the document in front of him, Evan casually pointed toward the chair that sat coldly on the opposite side of his desk. “Sit,” he commanded.
You truly hated how he naturally made everything sound like an order. Seems like someone grew up feeling a little too important… Still, you sat. Mostly because standing there awkwardly felt a million times worse.
For several seconds, he continued reading whatever was in front of him. What was the problem with being late if he was just going to have you sit there and watch him read like a complete idiot who has no better way to spend their time.
You stared at him as the silence stretched on for 5 whole minutes that felt almost as endless as the night you had after he walked out of your bedroom. “Are you planning on telling me why I’m here?” you asked, breaking the silence.
“No.”
“What?” your eyes widened both in shock and confusion at his response.
“No,” he repeated. “I was seeing how long it’d take before you complained.”
“You were testing me?”
“Yep. Congratulations. You failed.” The corner of his mouth twitched as he mocked you, not a full smile, but still enough to annoy the fuck out of you.
This guy really was an asshole and nothing more. Last night was nothing more than what he said it was, a consensual exchange to pay off your egregious debt. Without another word, he reached into a folder and slid several sheets of paper across the desk.
Your eyes glazed over them suspiciously. Was this another one of his humiliating eviction letters? Or had he found some unbelievable amount of dirt on you? Either way, curiosity took over as you finally asked, “What is it?”
“A job.”
You looked at him, then back at the papers. “...What?” you choked.
“It’s a job offer,” he huffed as you grabbed the stack.
Property Management Assistant. Part-Time. Flexible Hours.
Your eyes scanned every inch of the page before finally landing on the expected salary. To say the least, you were speechless. Which was rare. Normally you always had something to say. Even though most of them were bad ideas. “You want me to work for you?”
“Well, I could use a little help around here as I’m sure you’ve noticed,” he nodded his head, directing your attention back to the drabby mess you walked into.
“But you own half of the city.”
“Correction. I own several buildings,” he pointed his finger in the air, objectively.
“Same difference,” you shook your head at his undying need to be right all the time. The papers felt heavy in your hands. “But, I don’t understand.”
Evan leaned back in his oversized leather chair. For the first time since you walked in, his full attention was on you. “I’ve watched you for months. You moved here alone. You’ve held three jobs in the last year. You’ve dodged paying your rent constantly, but somehow you’re still trying,” he carefully folded his hands together. “Most people would’ve disappeared by now.”
You couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or an insult, but he had been rather merciful given your circumstances and pre-existing outstanding debt. “You think I’d be good at this?”
“No,” he stated calmly, your jaw almost dropping at the persistent shade he casted your way. “I think you’d be terrible at it.”
“Then why offer it to me?”
“Because terrible employees can improve.”
“The audacity of this man,” you thought to yourself. He truly knew no bounds… “So, is this supposed to be your sales pitch?” you asked, dropping your shoulders.
“It’s obviously working,” he chuckled. “So, yes. This is my sales pitch.”
You wish you could punch the smug look off of his pretty face. But he was right, it was working. Buried underneath all his arrogance was something you hadn’t expected. A genuine opportunity, not charity or pity, not even another extension. He was giving you a real chance…even if he was being an insufferable ass about it.
Your eyes drifted back to the paperwork. The pay was just enough to cover the rent and allow you to live comfortably, but there was one condition… “I have to stay here in order to keep this job?”
“Well, of course. Do you really think I’d want someone who lives in another apartment complex handling my private business? That wouldn’t make much sense now, would it?”
This was an opportunity that could dig you out of the hole you’d spent months falling into, and you weren’t going to be a dumbass and pass this up. “I hate you,” you exhaled.
“I know,” he smiled as you picked up the pen.
“I really mean it,” you huffed, locking eyes with him.
“I know,” he replied again as you signed your name on the dotted line. You felt like you were making a deal with the devil… But you did notice one thing, for the first time, Evan smiled. It wasn’t in a smug or mocking way either. Just a brief, satisfied look before he reached over to grab the paperwork. “Now that that’s settled.”
A chill ran down your spine as he uttered these words. ‘...What?”
He dropped a stack of folders onto the desk with a loud thud. “Your training starts now.”
Your soul immediately left your body as you stared at the mountain of paperwork, then back at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right?’
“No.”
“Evan,” your voice dragged. He shot you an insulted look. “Sorry…Mr. Lee.”
“Let’s keep it formal for now. And don’t try selling me that shitty lie about you having work this morning…I already know you’ve been a full-time job hunter for the past three weeks.”
“But it’s eight in the morning,” you pleaded.
“So? You have a job to do, remember?” he smirked at you in a way that basically translated to “you’re mine now, you broke bitch” in pretentious, rich asshole–a language he was more than fluent in.
“You’re literally the worst person I’ve ever met.”
His expression became neutral as he met your gaze, “That’s not what you’ll be saying after you alphabetize those tenant files.”
You looked down at the folders, and then back up again, realizing with growing horror that becoming homeless may have actually been the easier option.
As it turns out, Evan wasn’t kidding when he said you’d be terrible at the job. You learned that about seven minutes into your first day.
“Why are these filed like this?” he asked in an almost disgusted tone.
“What do you mean?” You watched as he picked up folder after folder. “They’re alphabetized.”
“No, they’re not,” he retorted.
“Yes, they are,” you were insistent upon the fact that you had done your job right and he was just finding another reason to make you feel like shit.
He stared at you as silence dragged on long enough for you to start questioning your own literacy. Finally, he sighed, “You organized them by first name.”
“And? You said alphabetically, and that’s what I did.”
He exhaled deeply, squeezing his eyebrows together. “These are legal documents.”
“So?” you shrugged. Honestly, you didn’t know what the issue was with that.
“Could you just shut your stupid fucking mouth for one minute?” He closed his eyes slowly, breathing again. “We organize by the last names… Please tell me that’s not how you’ve been sorting them all morning.”
You looked back at the improperly sorted stack of folders sitting beside you. “Maybe,” your voice rang as you looked back at him. If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now…and unfortunately, that wasn’t even the worst thing you did that week.
Two days later, you accidentally scheduled three maintenance appointments for the same apartment…on the same day, only hours apart.
Then, on Monday, you somehow managed to send an email meant for Evan to every tenant in Building C.
And, by Friday, you had locked yourself in the supply closet…twice.
“You know,” Evan said as he unlocked the door for the second time, “most people only do that once.”
“Yeah, well most people don’t have defective doorknobs.”
“The doorknob isn’t defective,” his eyes closed halfway, the way they always did whenever the two of you went back and forth.
“Then explain why I’m here.”
“Because you locked it…” he was surprisingly patient with you, given your everything-but-great track record. Despite all of this, the weeks passed surprisingly fast. Mostly because Evan never stopped giving you something to do.
Every morning you walked in fully prepared to hate him, but somehow, by the end of the day, he’d tricked you into learning something useful…which was honestly worse.
One afternoon, an elderly tenant stormed into the office carrying a broken microwave. You weren’t entirely sure why she’d brought the microwave with her, and neither was Evan, but it was amazing to see how well he handled the situation without losing his temper.
Twenty minutes later, the tenant left smiling, even though the microwave was still broken. To say the least, you were impressed. “You didn’t even solve her problem. The microwave is still broken.”
“That’s not the problem she came in here for,” he replied calmly, leaning back in his chair. “People rarely show up angry because of the thing they’re complaining about.”
“What does that even mean?” you frowned.
“She was lonely,” confusion washed over your face as he sighed. “Her husband died last year. So every couple of weeks she comes in.”
“To complain?” you asked.
“To talk,” the realization hit you slowly as you thought back to his composure.
“You knew that?”
“Of course,” he closed his eyes with a relieved sigh. For some reason, that answer bothered you. Not because it was wrong, but because it reminded you that Evan paid attention to things…a lot of things.
The annoying part was that the more you worked with him, the harder it became to write him off as some rich asshole in an expensive suit.
He was still a rich asshole, but there was also a side to him that wasn’t so terrible. One afternoon you even caught yourself watching him from across the office while he negotiated with a contractor over the phone.
His voice was calm, composed, and sickeningly confident. But it was the kind of confidence that came from actually knowing what you were talking about. Your heart jumped in your chest as you immediately looked away when he caught you staring.
“Need something?” his eyebrows raised.
“U-umm, no,” you stammered.
“Then why were you looking at me like you just discovered I can read?”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be so full of yourself,” you scoffed.
A grin tugged at his mouth. “Yet somehow you’re still working here.” Unfortunately, he had a point. And you hated that he always had a point, but the worst part was that you had actually started to look forward to coming into the office.
Not because of the newly remodeled interior–that he still hadn’t properly thanked you for.
And not because of the paperwork–scratch that–it was DEFINITELY NOT because of the paperwork.
It was the fact that every day felt different. Every day brought with it a new disaster, a new argument, a new reason for Evan to question your intelligence, and a new reason for you to question his sanity.
It was weird and annoying. But strangely enough…it wasn’t terrible.
One evening, you found yourself stuck at the office hours after everyone else had gone home. By now, the spreadsheet glowing on your monitor had stopped, looking like numbers and more like ancient hieroglyphics.
You stretched your arms over your head as a yawn escaped your lips. “You know, normal people will be home by now.” You nearly jumped out of your chair as a voice demanded your attention from behind you.
“Dammit Evan,” you swore as he stood in the doorway. “How long had he been standing there,” you wondered to yourself.
“When was the last time you ate?” he asked, eyes glazing over your clearly exhausted disposition.
“What kind of question is that?” you asked, remembering the last sip of the energy drink you’d bought from the vending machine hours earlier. By now it was room temperature, but the caffeine was still effective.
“An easy one… A simple yes or no will suffice.”
“...This morning… I think?” You really couldn’t remember the last thing you’d eaten. Today was so busy that it was easier to fuel yourself with a fizzy, caffeinated drink like some corporate, robotic junkie than to eat an actual meal.
Evan’s eyebrows rose at your response. “Fucking ridiculous,” he spat before grabbing his keys and disappearing out of the door. About ten minutes later, he returned carrying a plastic convenience store bag.
Your stomach betrayed you by letting out a loud growl, which only made Evan smile. “Not a word,” you groaned. “Not a single. Fucking. Word.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he chuckled, placing the bag on the desk.
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “You were thinking it,” you shook your head as he folded the sides of the bag down to reveal two cups of instant ramen.
“What?” He could tell just by the look on your face that you wanted to say something.
“You own several apartment complexes… And you’re eating ramen?”
“It’s food,” he shrugged. “And I like it. Besides, who doesn’t love cheap junk food and cold beer?”
“That’s pig slop…”
“Says the one who spent all day drinking bubbly battery acid,” he smirked as he handed you one of the chicken flavored noodle cups. For some reason, his comment made you laugh a little, and for a while, the two of you sat in silence eating noodles beneath the hum of fluorescent office lights.
The warm, seasoned broth felt better than you cared to admit. Not because you thought you were too good for cup noodles, but because you were with him. “You know,” you slurped, “you’re significantly less annoying when you’re feeding me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied. A small smile tugged at your lips. Unfortunately, one tugged at him too. He tilted his head back to scrape the last remnants into his mouth before placing the empty paper cup beside him. He cracked open a bottle of beer, handing you your second one for the night.
“Why do I have the feeling that we’ll finish this whole case before the night’s over?” you slurred, clinking the tip of your bottle against his. Maybe it was the beer or the fact that you’d finally eaten something. Either way, talking to Evan suddenly felt a lot easier than it should have.
“Probably because it’s been a while since either one of us had a good drink,” he hummed. “I have to admit…having you around has made me love this job a little more.”
You looked over at Evan as he said this. A warmth surged through your body, and for the first time since you’d started working together, Evan didn’t feel like your landlord…or your boss. Just a guy sitting across from you eating ramen. Which, oddly enough, felt far more dangerous.
“Well…working with you hasn’t been half bad either,” you blushed, quickly taking a gulp of the cold, bitter beer.
“____,” Evan paused, the almost empty bottle swaying gently between his legs as he sat beside you. “Sorry for the whole debt pay off thing…”
“Evan…”
“I never got the chance to apologize properly…that was disgusting,” he sighed, looking away from you to swallow the last sip of beer. “If you want to move out at any point, just let me know. I’ll give you the cash upfront…it’s the least I can do.”
You were shocked and completely speechless. You never expected him to apologize…especially not for something like that. “Well, I’ll let you know if that ever changes, but right now I’m happy where I am.” You instinctively placed a hand on his thigh. You felt his flinch beneath your touch before turning back to meet your eyes again.
It was the same way they did whenever the two of you forgot you were supposed to hate each other. “Sorry,” you muttered, pulling your hand back.
“For what?” he asked. A question that caught you off guard.
“I don’t know,” you chuckled awkwardly, which made him laugh a little too.
“You apologize too much,” he smiled.
“That’s rich coming from the guy who just gave me a five-minute speech about apologizing.”
“Fair enough,” he said, causing another smile to spread across your face. His gaze briefly dropped to the empty ramen cup in your lap. “You should probably get home.” His words were simple, logical, and completely normal. So why did they feel disappointing?
“Yeah…” silence lingered as neither of you wanted the night to end. Finally, Evan stood up, bending over to pick up the empty bottles, tucking them into the white plastic bag that once held the cups of ramen.
“Come on,” you looked up at Evan. Not that he was actually offering a hand. His were full. “I’ll walk you home.”
“We live in the same building, dumbass,” you huffed.
“I know.”
“That’s like a thirty-second walk,” you continued.
“I know.”
“You’re ridiculous,” you said as a grin appeared on his face.
“Probably,” he shrugged, which made your heart skip a beat. “You comin’ or not? We still have two beers left,” he nodded his head in the direction of the last two beers that sat in the torn cardboard packaging.
“Let’s save those for tomorrow night,” you chuckled. “I think we’re both tipsy enough already.”
“You’re definitely feeling it more than me,” he laughed, nudging your shoulder.
“Right,” you hummed. “Because eating ramen and drinking gas station beer in a basically empty office is such a great idea.”
“I never claimed to make good decisions,” he smiled as you walked over to open the door in front of him.
You walked beside him for the short walk that you wish was longer than thirty-seconds. He stood behind you as you unlocked your door. The sharp clicking of the lock rang through the empty halls as the door cracked open.
“See you in the morning,” Evan chimed as you walked into the cold, lonely room. You desperately wanted to respond, but your mind was replaying every minute from the past hour or so that you spent alone with him.
“Goodnight,” his voice ripped you away from your thoughts. You looked at him with an expression mixed with desire and sadness.
For a moment, neither of you moved. Suddenly, the hallway felt quieter than ever. Not even the chirping sound of a cricket could be heard. Only the warm buzz from the beer under your skin, but it wasn’t what made your heart race.
It was him… Standing there…waiting for one of you to make the first move. His gaze drifted to yours before quickly looking away again. And for the first time since you’d met him, Evan looked uncertain.
Just as you were about to open your mouth to say goodnight back, Evan took a step back which only sent a burst of adrenaline through your veins.
It felt as if your heart had completely taken over your body as you stepped forward to pull the collar of Evan’s shirt. Your lips pressed against his in a way that felt so natural, almost as if the fantasies you’d had about him created a true relationship in your head. And now, it was finally coming true.
Evan’s eyes widened, but his expression was so hard to read at that very moment. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry, Evan. I-i didn’t mean to–” you stammered before a surprise kiss from Evan stopped you in your tracks.
“You really do apologize way too much,” he pulled away smiling as his fingers held your chin. Heat rushed to your face.
“I just kissed my landlord…”
“We both know that’s not the wildest thing you’ve done with me,” he chuckled.
“True…but still. What the hell is with me?”
“But if you’re going to kiss me,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “you should at least invite me in first. I never cared much for an audience.”
What happened after that moment was mostly a blur. You just remember being pinned against the door and feeling Evan’s lips kiss parts of your body that had never been kissed before as he fought between touching you and locking the door.
It felt like time and space froze for a moment when you realized you were back in your bedroom…with him. Evan was shirtless encapsulating your body like a cage as you rested beneath him. He paused, noticing the distant look on your face.
“What? Is something wrong?”
“No…It’s just I never expected to be back in here with you,” your head fell slightly to the side.
“But at least there’s a difference this time right?” He relaxed his body and laid beside you. His eyes locked with yours, “Look, if you want to stop here just let me know,” he leaned in to gently kiss your forehead.
“No, I want this… More than ever,” you smiled, sliding your hand from his neck down to his chest. “It’s just that, I’ve never gone this far with a guy before,” your fingers circled his nipple.
“Seriously?” His eyebrows furrowed into a confused, yet slightly judgemental look. As if he’d expected you to have at least a body count of 2 or 3.
“Well, yeah. I’ve never been interested in a guy this much.”
“Just go slow, and I’ll guide you through it like I did before,” he hummed as rolled onto his back, pulling you on top. Your legs wrapped around him as you pressed your hands against his chest.
He placed his hands around your waist and pulled you slightly forward. There was just enough space for him to thrust into you from beneath. He started by slowly pushing himself inside of you. You winced at the feeling of being stretched–it was definitely more than your fingers could ever do.
You lowered your hips down, matching his pace as he began fucking you faster. Your breaths became shorter as he rammed deep into you. Evan tapped your thigh, “You like that?” he smirked. He could tell that you were enjoying it more than you anticipated. “Now, try it on your own,” he placed his hands on your hips again, guiding them, “just rock back and forth. You can even lean forward a little if that helps.”
You tried it yourself, rolling your hips back and forth, you could feel yourself tightening around him. Your pace was slow at first, but you soon found a comfortable rhythm where you were completely in control. Evan grabbed your tits as you rode him, pulling you close every so often to suck on the soft flesh.
“Ngh!” you moaned as he smacked your ass. You watched that cocky grin appear on his face again.
“What?” he chuckled, “I thought you’d like a little surprise.”
You rolled your eyes, “Just not so hard next time,” you shook your head before going back to the rhythmic rocking you had before.
“Sorry, Love. But this is getting a little boring,” you scoffed as Evan said this, tilting his head to the right. “I know it’s your first time, but I think even you would agree that we could do better than this.”
“I mean–” Evan cut you off by slamming into your pussy. You sucked your breath in as he pulled you against him. Your chest pressed against his as his lips lined up with your ear, giving him the perfect opportunity to talk dirty to you while he fucks you.
“Mmm,” you hummed as he slammed deep into you, hitting your cervix every so often.
“I love listening to your pretty little moans while you take this dick like a good girl,” he whispered in a low, deep voice that sent chills down your spine.
He grabbed the back of your neck and slammed into you a few more times before changing the position. “Turn around,” he growled as you obediently switched into a reverse cowgirl position.
You lowered yourself onto him, reaching between your legs to line his tip up with your entrance. He spread your ass open to get a better view of just how much he was stretching your pussy. Without hesitating, lust drove you to start bouncing on his dick the moment you felt him inside.
You listened as he groaned behind you, unlike last time, this time you mixed up the pace. Sometimes shorter, faster strokes and other times slower, deeper strokes. You could tell that he liked this a lot more, especially when you glanced over your shoulder and caught him biting his lip.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he hummed. You leaned back slightly, placing your hands beside him as you rolled your hips against him again. You stuck your two middle fingers in your mouth before rubbing your clit.
Evan sat up a little more, grabbed a handful of your hair, and pulled you back as he took over fucking you from beneath again. You kept playing with your pussy as he pushed deeper into you.
He let go of your hair and wrapped one hand around your throat, swatting away your other hand that stimulated your clit to replace it with his own. “I want to be the reason you cum,” he whispered.
He continued pumping into you as your legs trembled around him. “That’s it darling, cum for me,” he kissed your shoulder and then your neck. You felt pressure swelling at your core as you came closer to climaxing.
Your breath picked up and your chest heaved as Evan flicked your clit faster. A loud moan escaped your throat as you felt yourself starting to squirt. Evan’s dick was pushed out from the pressure of your pussy tightening. He slipped his fingers inside, hooking against your g-spot as he helped you cum, squirting all over your bed and all over his thighs.
“Ugh,” you exhaled. “Fuck.” You struggled to catch your breath as you recovered, but he wasn’t done with you yet. You landed on your hands as he pushed you forward onto your knees. You felt him spread your ass open as his tongue lapped at your folds.
You twitched as the sensation caught you off guard. You’d never been eaten out before. He alternated between using his fingers and his thumb as he ate you out. Your thighs trembled as he managed to make you cum again. “Evan,” you moaned as he gripped your thighs tightly.
You felt him tug at your waist as he climbed on top of you. You felt the weight of his body cover you as he lined his tip up to your lips. You winced as he pushed through your throbbing hole. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.
He slammed into you over and over again as your moans were muffled by the mattress beneath you. He had one hand pressed into the upper part of your back as he held you down. “Keep taking my dick like a good girl,” he huffed.
You heard him suck his breath in as a thick, hot load filled you. He held his dick inside for a moment before sliding it out to let it drip out of your pussy.
You weren’t sure how long the two of you laid there holding each other close.
The apartment had fallen quiet again. The only sounds you heard came from the rain tapping softly against the window, an occasional hum of the refrigerator, and Evan’s steady heartbeat as you rested your ear against his chest.
Neither of you seemed particularly eager to break the silence. It was comforting, yet strangely surreal.
“So…” you murmured, lifting your chin to look at Evan’s face.
“So,” he echoed, looking down at you. The warm glow from the lampposts outside cast shadows across his face, only highlighting the sharpness of his features more.
“This is either going to make work tomorrow incredibly awkward…”
“...Or significantly more entertaining,” Evan smiled. A light chuckle escaped your lips.
“You really don’t know how to be serious for more than five minutes, do you?” you rolled your eyes before turning away.
“Not around you,” he said softly, stroking the back of your head. His answer was so natural and comforting that it caught you completely off guard.
“Whatever,” you grumbled, hoping he’d mistake the heat in your face for annoyance. “But, I’ll take that as a compliment,” you huffed.
“It was meant to be one,” he whispered.
Another comfortable silence settled over the apartment. You found yourself lazily tracing little circles across his chest.
“You know,” you mumbled.
“Hm?”
“I still think you’re kind of an asshole,” you pinched the skin on his side.
“OW!” he laughed, the sound vibrating softly beneath your cheek. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” he smiled before poking your cheek.
You smiled to yourself.
Somehow, somewhere between the cheap ramen, two beers, and calling each other assholes, you’d stopped feeling alone.
And as sleep finally pulled you away, being next to Evan felt like the safest place in the world…
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