sim jaeyun's babygirl

mochi • mid 20s • armytinygene • the devil on @ikeucity's shoulder

[jaeyunsmochi]

your favorite dessert

hi everyone, I'm mochi (she/her, mid 20s).

I've been an army since debut, atiny since 2021, and engene since the beginning of this year.

I mostly act as the devil on @ikeucity's shoulder (aka her soundboard, proofreader, and co-author!), though I might consider posting in the future.

my ult bias is jimin (I call him my guardian angel and he's the reason my friends have been calling me 'baby mochi' for literal years uwu)...

BUT since he's away, jake's been the target of my affections.

you might know me as seonghwa's babygirl (@/seonghwasbbgirl) or @/starmochi27 but I decided to change things up considering enhypen has been eating up all my time lately, haha. atinys who follow me, do not fear! I'm still soooo here for seonghwa and all of his ethereal beauty.

don't be shy, send me a message! but please, since this space will be almost exclusively nsfw 18+ content, minors do not interact.

see you on the other side~

[jaeyunsmochi]

I don't know what to do. Genuinely, don't know. I have nothing to say aside from that I'm in shock and despair and I'm screaming into the void with you all.

[intromortal]

i'm delusional enough to hallucinate him even when he's not there in the content enha you will always be 7 for a crazy bitch like me idgaf no meds will help

[kisssan]

pairing﹢jung wooyoung x fem!reader x ateez genre﹢smut. uni!au, free use, overstimulation, degradation, possessive + obsessive tendencies, praising, usage of pet names (baby, angel, princess, pretty, good girl), biting and marking, public/semi-public places, threesomes (woosan/woosang/???), unprotected sex, a lot of creampie and aftercare. throat fucking + being tied up (hongjoong), cunnilingus + mirror sex (seonghwa), oral fixation + choking (yunho), cunnilingus + vanilla (yeosang), shower + soft/rough sex (san), cockwarming + blowjob (mingi), rough sex + aftercare (jongho). breeding + degradation/praising + talking about pregnancy + blowjob (wooyoung). synopsis﹢the cheerleader they all pass around, and the girl who somehow ends up cooling down certain players. the pirates are the stars of the team, who use you after practice, after games, in the locker room, everywhere when nobody’s looking… seven days a week, where every man makes his own fantasy come true. word count﹢11,5k

you always knew WOOYOUNG was trouble. someone you could easily walk away from, until every step felt like it dragged you closer, like gravity had a new definition just for him. campus knew it too, by the way everybody whispered about a certain cheerleader who walked a little straighter when he passed by, whose cheeks flushed faster than a freshly picked strawberry whenever he looked at her.

it started in the most mundane of ways, because that cheerleader was you. pom-poms clutched tight, the roar of the stadium filling your ears, and he jogged by after warm-ups, sweat clinging to his shirt, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes scanning the field, and somehow, he found you. maybe it was the way you moved, or the adorable way you laughed with your team, or maybe he just decided, without asking, that you belonged to him.

he didn’t corner you that first time. all he did was throw you a glance, his signature charming smile while tilting his head, and your heart betrayed you. he was asking a stupid question about drills, and suddenly, your hands were shaking, your lips barely catching his words. your mind screamed, don’t you dare fall for him, but your body had other ideas.

from there, it became almost ritualistic. subtle touches that lingered too long, casual brushes that left goosebumps on your skin. everyone saw how he took an interest in you, yes, but they didn’t know a thing: this was a game played in hardcore mode, which meant he takes his sweet time preparing for the good stuff. he was possessive, demanding, but never cruel, just persistent and testing the lines you hadn’t realised existed. you became his, not by force, but by consent of your own rational mind that tried to protest and protect you. don’t give in, you told yourself, but you always like to play with fire.

wooyoung was careful at first, a dream boyfriend. guiding your hands, tilting your head to peck your cheeks or lips that tasted like cherry, planning dates and spoiling you rotten. the way he looked at you from the locker room as you and the other girls walked by, or how he nudged you onto his lap during practice breaks, giving you his jersey so you could proudly show off that you are taken and off-limits. however, careful turned to teasing, teasing to demanding, and soon enough, you weren’t just his girlfriend — you became his pretty doll. something beautiful, delicate, to be shown, used, and adored.

evenings with him were cinematic, like you were living in a drama, because something like this couldn’t happen just like that. he would corner you in empty classrooms or on dimly lit hallway, whispering the things he would do to you because you kept wearing that short skirt all day, ass bouncing with your every movement and… keep wearing crop tops like that, you will see how he will top you instead. when he pressed you against a wall, hand on your hip, as he whispered in your ear.

“you walked across campus like that,” your boyfriend was pissed to say at least, eyes dragging over you, “with every guy staring right at you… and you didn’t even look back at me once.”

you open your mouth, but he cuts you off with a soft click of his tongue.

“no,” he says, the grip he had on your hip tightening and that made your stomach twist, “don’t even try to explain, angel. you knew what you were doing.”

shaky and nervous breath leaves past your lips because his touch isn’t where you expect it: he never gives what you think you want first.

“look at you,” your fingers clutch his shirt, pulling him closer without meaning to, as he laughs under his breath, leaning in until your forehead pressed against his shoulder. “walking around in that tiny top, that little skirt…”

his voice drops, almost mocking you, when his knuckles skim your thigh, “you keep wearing that uniform like this, and see if i don’t end up pinning you to the nearest surface next time. classroom, hallway, locker room… i don’t care.”

“woo…” your breath catches, a desperate sound you can’t swallow down, and he chuckles at your every reaction. his hand finally slips beneath the hem of your skirt and the safety shorts that kept nothing safe from him, or the hungry stares of every boy in the whole damn university. fingertips trace slow patterns against your clit, pressing and playing with your bud, opening you wide enough to make you moan, but do nothing about to soothe your throbbing cunt that aches for his touch.

“yeah, baby. say my name like that...” he smiles against your skin, licking your neck while kissing and biting it, “you want more?” he asks, voice so sweet and cruel, when he pushes one finger inside that gets you all worked up, and gosh you are so wet it just makes it easier for him.

despite him being rough and edging you to the max by suddenly pulling his finger out of your cunt and kissing your cheeks, leaving you all flushed and confused, there were tender moments. he checks your shoulder after rough dance moves after your practice, makes sure you are eating by preparing you homemade food, reminds you to drink water, tells you to rest, even as he whispers, you are mine.

the contrast made you so dizzy and confused, because the boy who could destroy you in a few seconds also made sure you were okay, and that was part of the thrill. the guilt and pleasure blended into one, a cocktail you couldn’t resist sipping, again and again. for some reason, being with wooyoung felt like heaven and hell at once.

and hell being when the closest of his friends, the ones that he trusted with his heart and calls his brothers, were allowed to play too. it felt like betrayal, like you were selling both your body and soul to someone else. sometimes they were gentle, sometimes rough, but when their touches were sanctioned, when wooyoung watched, sometimes joining in, the guilt morphed into something addictive. the excitement of being played with, looked at, used, made you want even more.

you were fully present and knew what you were doing, but the pleasure you received from each of the eight men was your little guilty secret. everyone knew you were wooyoung’s girl, only for you to become a cute little plaything, pretty and desperate for the next day, because the lines between ownership and affection blurred.

because he brags about having the prettiest and most adorable girl, and the team teases him about it. besides he still hands you out to them each day… because he loves watching you run back to him after every man ruins you in their own way.

the cheerleader they all pass around, and the girl who somehow ends up cooling down certain players. the pirates are the stars of the team, who use you after practice, after games, in the locker room, on the field when nobody’s looking… seven days a week, where every man makes his own fantasy come true. as for your boyfriend, he gets you whenever he wants — between days, before matches, after matches, whenever he snaps his fingers, they all know to be patient and wait.

soon it became a routine after the first two weeks of getting to know each player more intensely, and wooyoung even made a whole schedule. the calendar in his phone is marked with the names of those who will have you on that specific day. 

HONGJOONG AS THE NO MORE MR. NICE GUY

as the team captain, he gets to try out first, more so, when monday comes, he sets the pace for the rest of the week. initially was against the idea or even joining in general, because why would he sleep with his teammate’s girlfriend even if it was voluntary?

hongjoong had nothing against you of course. in his eyes, you were so innocent and sweet, but you turned out to be totally the opposite. he understands why wooyoung liked you; nevertheless, why he immediately took the chance to be with you. you are a good girl, obedient and good-natured, but unlike you, your boyfriend is not.

that's why he was setting an example to be careful through you. let's not mention when wooyoung was more or less to blame for one of their losses, not that he wanted it, he was just not in shape... he could have been if he hadn't skipped practice to be with you and do whatever, or smelling a little bit of weed after hanging out with yeonjun and soobin from the basketball team.

and believe him, he doesn't want to hurt you, but he has to. the captain doesn’t fuck you when he calls you into the empty room: he ruins you with control by tying your wrists behind your back, sits you on your knees between his legs, and makes you earn even a lick of his cock.

locking the door, even putting do not disturb sign, because everyone knows not to interrupt him when he thinks of tactics or formations for the next game. with you still kneeling in front of him, he watches old game tapes, using your throat as stress relief. hooking his fingers under your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

“you listen well, don’t you?” you nod slowly, his thumb brushes your lower lip to make you relax to a certain amount. “use your words, angel.”

“yes… captain.”

he fucks your face nice and slowly, hand in your hair to monitor your movements, murmuring, “knows not to use teeth, hmm…good girl.” so good that he cums in your mouth, making you swallow it all. until the salty tears mix with the taste of his cum, and you smile through your teeth, all dirty until it drips from your chin onto your crop top, on the ground. aren’t you the prettiest dirty little secret the team could keep?

sometimes calls you over with two fingers. you are waiting for him to finish whatever he’s doing before he decides what he wants with you. he could take you in the back of his car. he’s thought about it, you’ve thought about it but he wasn’t in the mood for that. so he takes you to his apartment, with you dry-humping him on the couch while he fingers you slowly,  his silver rings stay on as the cold metal against your warm skin sends little shivers through you.

“wooyoung’s been slacking lately, hasn’t he?” he watches your face carefully when he says it. rubbing yourself on his legs, face shying away from his. he likes hearing your voice when you defend your boyfriend, seeing the conflict flicker behind your eyes. “think you could tell him to do better?”

he doesn’t let you cum until he decides you’ve earned it. every desperate roll of your hips is noted, and he teases you more. his rings graze your most sensitive spots as he toys with your clit, the sensation almost too much for you to handle.

grinding against him while his hands roam, guiding you until you’re shaking uncontrollably. your moans are soft, needy, and he encourages them just enough to push you closer to the edge, then pulls back, making you whimper and drool in frustration.

whispers filthy little reminders in your ear, “keep your boyfriend in check. tell him to stop slacking… you know it’s your job, and mine too.”

your hips jerk against his leg, begging silently as he denies your release again and again, each denial making you cry louder to the judgment served to you, and not to the one who deserves it.

he presses his face into your neck, low grunts vibrating against your skin, marking you in his own way. when he finally lets you cum, it’s all-consuming, leaving you trembling in his lap, eyes rolling, and he watches every second, satisfied with the control he has over you with just his words.

and when you leave his place, you always look composed, but your head is spinning, and wooyoung can tell immediately that hongjoong got under your skin again.

SEONGHWA KNOWS YOU INSIDE AND OUT

truly a gentleman. he takes care of you, never rushes you, or starts without easing you into it first. makes sure you’re relaxed, not carrying the weight of the week on your shoulders. also loves teasing and praising you with his words almost as much as he loves tasting you. every flick of his tongue, every wet slide in and out comes with a low murmur against your core.

tuesdays are his. he has a key to one of the quieter training rooms, always locks the door behind you. he stretches you out on the table, lifts your legs over his shoulders without warning, pushing your hips back toward him, still holding your pom-poms, as he eats you out like he’s slowly unwrapping his christmas gift: slow licks, tongue teasing, hands holding your thighs open. 

“princess, you’re so tight…,” he groans, licking and sucking. “you taste amazing… did you save all this for me?” he teases, opening you wider so you won’t squeeze him to death, not that he would mind.

nibbling at your inner thigh between laps of your cunt. seonghwa’s relentless with the words, praising every inch of your body, even the sounds you produce, such an angelic symphony to his ears. his ego is above the sky, knowing that he can make you feel more than good and more than special. he really can't describe how he's never tasted anything sweeter than you in his life; it's addicting.

“god, your pussy’s perfect… can’t believe this is all mine to play with.” he flirts, and it’s filthy, the way he grins while teasing you, making you melt under his gaze, making you feel like you are the only girl in the whole world, “you’re such a good girl, letting me do this.” 

every compliment makes your body shake more, dripping just from his mouth and words. grips your hips so hard you will see the handprints first thing when you look in a mirror.

“you like it when i talk to you like this, don’t you? pretty little thing loves to be praised, hm?” he teases, tongue pushing deeper, he mixes praise and filth perfectly, so you’re caught between feeling worshipped and utterly used, as the combination makes you desperate. trembling, gasping, and completely under his control.

by the time he lifts his head, cheeks wet, lips shiny with your slick, you’re shaking and he’s chuckling. extremely satisfied, because he knows exactly what he’s done to you, and he isn’t done yet. spreading you out further because, as a cheerleader, you are so flexible, it’s so much easier.

and then it happens. your walls clench, pussy gushes over his tongue, spurting uncontrollably as your back arches off the surface. the man groans, licking up every drop, chuckling against your skin: “fuck– you’re insane, look at you squirting for me…” he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue, circling and flicking as he finally lets you rest.

absolutely love to use the empty locker room, he sits you on the counter and kisses every bruise the others left, but he leaves you covered in love bites that would peek out from your uniform the next day. then he bends you over the sink and rails you in the mirror.

your body shakes, voice gone from screaming as he tightly holds your face with one hand, to make you look at the reflections and see how well you take him, and you know better than to disobey the sweet man who gives you everything you need. goes a little harder here, but he never loses control as he watches your face more than, memorising everything.

and he always knows when enough is enough.

the moment your strength begins to fade, he slows down, whispering soft praise meant only for you. once he pulls out and finishes on your ass, he cleans you gently with a towel, making sure you’re not that sticky before hitting the showers. afte that, he helps you sit up, puts your clothes on, then gives you water and something sweet from his backpack, pressing a few soft kisses to your skin while you recover.

the eldest takes a simple photo: his hand resting on your hip, sends it to your boyfriend. not bragging, but to remind him that even if all of them use you in their own ways, you deserve to be treated gently.

wooyoung pretends he doesn’t care about what his hyung implies, but the thought lingers in his mind after he locks his phone.

YUNHO IS THE MVP WHO MAKES YOU BEG

much like wooyoung, he is someone who teases and enjoys pulling reactions out of you until you are begging on your knees to get fucked, touched, kissed, anything. he believes nothing good should be handed over too easily. where’s the fun in that? you have to work a little, have patience, and earn it if you're obedient enough. you are a sweet little angel, the princess of dirty wishes and secrets, so beautiful, and at the same time so his... at least for the day.

and he wonders how he can be so damn possessive over someone he is not even dating, but is merely using for his own selfish desires?

wooyoung gets jealous on wednesdays because yunho knows exactly how far he can push your buttons. he’ll have you flustered, breathless, nearly in tears from frustration, and smile like he’s proud of it. you cry in your boyfriend’s arms about how much your body and mind couldn't take the tension, but at the same time, how much you enjoyed it.

and he is big in every single aspect — tall, long-limbed, hands that could crush yet hold you, and yes… the thing in between that barely fits in your hand. the mvp of the team doesn’t intend to break you until your makeup is smudged and your body gives out completely, but he does. he will bend you over his desk once he gets you to his dorm, fuck you until your back is about to break with your cheer skirt hitched up exposing the curve of your ass to the fullest.

“hush, doll… you don’t want other men knockin’ on my door, telling me to keep it down…” his long and slender fingers would be in your mouth, to keep your mouth busy, “yeah? you have such a pretty voice… i'm sorry i'll have to suppress it.”

your soft gagging only makes him twitch harder, watching your lips stretch around his fingers, wetting them with your saliva, eyes watering as he smirks down at you.

carries you to the bed without pulling out, well, he does have to pull out to change the position because now you are lying on your back, knees pressed tightly to your chest, watching you lose it on his cock while his hands hold your entire body in place. there’s something about your reactions, like he’s studying you the same way he studies opponents.

yunho fucks you while holding both your wrists in one hand, keeping you pinned and completely under his control. adores hearing your whimpers, your soft cries of his name as the length of him is perfectly filling you, creating a full bulge across your tummy that makes your toes curl.

“huh… you feel that, doll?” he murmurs, lips just brushing your ear. “so good… think anyone else could take you like this? think they’d even last a minute?”

“please… y-yunho, i can’t–” your voice trembling, one big hand slides down to your throat. he also loves to choke you, seeing your little breaths hitch, enough to make you gasp and beg.

“what was that? come on, doll, i can’t hear you,” he grins down at you, hips rocking imperceptibly at first, just to remind you how big and heavy he is. every time he moves, you receive a teasing squeeze on your neck. you try to speak, oxygen nearly stops because of the pressure, but it comes out as a strangled, high-pitched plea:

“yun… yunho… please, i– i’m gonna…” your words crumble, begging spilling out in the form of incoherent moans and shaky whimpers. pounding into you, each thrust makes every inch of him fill you, making you groan and gasp for air.

“fuck, princess, look at you… can’t even hold your voice. you’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispers, cock still hard and very much rearranging your guts, wishing he could take a picture right now and brag to no one but himself about having you like this.

he lets you whine and tremble, making you beg for him to stop until your voice gives out entirely, every moan stolen by his fingers in your mouth or throat. and then, when he finally cums inside you, he stays there, knowing he wrecked you so damn good that you can’t imagine anyone else even touching you for the rest of the week.

YEOSANG CAN BE ROUGH BUT CHOOSES NOT TO BE

he always sees you after you spent the previous day with either yunho, jongho, or san, who made your body sore and you walking funny, sometimes with marks showing under your clothes. it makes him worried every time seeing you like this, even if you hide behind a smile and reassure him it's okay, that you are already used to it.

so he nervously always knocks before entering the room you use on his day, which is thursday, but it really depends on what schedule they made for each week. always asks first, “are you comfortable?” or “do you want to rest instead?” wooyoung actually likes how respectful his best friend is, as he trusts him with you in a way he doesn’t trust the others.

the angel, as he really embodies that nickname, usually starts by carefully laying you down, massaging your thighs and hips while checking for soreness. he presses soft kisses along your stomach, whispering that you look so tired, but so beautiful. he’s quiet, but he’s expressive with his hands.

yeosang never goes rough with you, even though he absolutely could. you know he has strength under all that softness, but he refuses to use it on you. to him, you’re something that needs to be protected from everything he is capable of, and because of that, he is the one wooyoung never worry about.

he spreads your legs so slowly, like your thighs might bruise if he opens them too fast. his fingers are gentle on your skin, as his breath is warm on your inner thigh. then he goes down on you like he was born to do it. 

his mouth is the main event; he is so skilled with his tongue and so unbelievably patient. because when he eats you out, he does it until your legs go weak, you’re gripping the sheets, or when you’re softly moaning his name, and tears slip from your eyes. the boy always looks up at you between licks: checking if you’re okay, or if you want more. knows every sensitive spot, every way to make your legs squeeze him tighter and for your hands to tug at his hair if you’re overstimulated. three tugs mean he has to slow down immediately.

“shh… it’s alright, dove. just breathe for me, okay?” because gentleness and tenderness are what he thinks you deserve most.

if he fucks you, it’s vanilla-soft because again, he refuses to hurt you.

lining his flushed cock slowly to your folds, already wet from the way he used his mouth minutes prior, he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, while holding your hand the whole time. sweet angel, holy mother of christ, he is always asking if you are okay, or if you want him to stop or go slower. you want to cry because he is so adorable and good to you, and you always answer the same thing.

his thrusts are steady, never pressing too deep or too far, more so, never pushing you outside the zone of comfort his body offers you. love kissing your shoulder or cheek while doing it, because it makes you open your eyes and realize that you are in fact not dreaming about angels, since one is already with and in you.

and don’t let the gentleness fool you, because he always makes you cum at least twice, sometimes more, although he never pushes you to the edge of pain or exhaustion like the others. his goal is to have you relaxed and at peace, leaving his day smiling, not limping.

your boyfriend pretends to scoff at yeosang’s tender nature. “you treat her like she’s a porcelain doll.” but everyone knows wooyoung appreciates it, because after seonghwa, yeosang is the only one who prevents you from burning out, or being totally worn out and wrecked.

and said boyfriend secretly loves when you come back from a day with the angel because you are relaxed, smelling like coconut body wash, and, surprises surprise, you can walk properly for once. thursday’s the only day of the week when you actually get aftercare during the act, which means the others can keep going hard on their days.

SAN MASKS THE LOVE IN HIS EYES WITH LUST

he is respectful, the kind of man who opens doors, carries your bag, brings you banana milk or shares his sweet treats during practice breaks. but the second he has you alone, every trace of manners disappears as if he were never taught a single one.

when it’s his day, aka friday, usually it’s after practice or a brutal gym session. whenever he’s too in his head and needs a way out.

he doesn’t wait for permission. he hooks his fingers in your waistband, drags you into his lap or against the nearest wall, and kisses you with so much hunger and neediness that he tears your clothes without thinking, mouth hot on your throat, inhaling your scent, like he’s been starving. he stays buried in the crook of your neck until you’re trembling, thighs shaking, overstimulated from nothing but his hands and his breath.

loves the locker room showers. the steam, the echo, the way your moans bounce off the tiles like he’s listening to a melody created for only himself to hear and enjoy. he pins you there, water running over both of you, and devours you like it’s survival instinct: mouth on your neck, chest, hips, thighs, marking everywhere he can reach. when he fucks you in there, it’s loud and so filthy. he grunts, the sound of skin against skin sharp under the water, his hips slamming into you like he’s trying not to cum the second you take all of him.

“hold on for me,” he says, nudging against you. “i’m not gonna last if you make those sounds already.” but then you moan, and his hips snap forward, and you cry out as he growls into your shoulder, biting because he can’t help it.

“fuck– you’re loud today. are you doing this on purpose?” his tone is almost accusing, too breathless to be anything but honest. “driving me crazy, baby.”

his hand slides around your throat, lifting your chin just enough to make you focus on him.

“look at me,” he pants, voice deeper, “i said– look at me while i fuck you.”

he leaves the most hickeys, marking you where he knows wooyoung will see later. you never walk out of his day unmarked. and he loves it when you show up the next morning with them barely hidden, loves seeing his best friend stare at the ones on your collarbone. it’s why the san and wooyoung threesomes get violent: san gets louder, rougher, more possessive because he’s fighting himself and his best friend at the same time. your boyfriend is telling him he’s too slow, too gentle, and san fucking you harder out of spite.

his days are always the messiest because he uses you to empty his head. stress, rage, jealousy, confusion — all of it gets taken out on your body. 

most times, he has you from behind, gripping your hair, panting against your ear. he growls when you moan too loud, not because he wants you quiet, it makes him lose control. he finishes inside you and doesn’t stop, keeps fucking you through it, until you’re limp and boneless in his arms.

but he’s also the one who, on some days, becomes unbearably gentle. service top to his core, worshipping every inch of you when he’s scared you will break or disappear like a dream. he’s soft with his hands, slow with his mouth, careful with your body. he kisses you like he’s apologising for things he hasn’t even done yet.

“i’ve been thinking about you all damn day,” he kisses your neck, open-mouthed and desperate. “yeah princess, you miss me too? show me how much you missed me then.”

when he starts thinking about how much he wants you, how much he cares… that’s when he switches off. full dominant, he doesn’t let you rest because resting means thinking, and thinking means remembering how much he likes you, and how much he shouldn’t like you. he hates that wooyoung can see it in the way he touches you when the three of you are spending the night. so he fucks your hard instead, burying the feelings under multiple bruises and orgasms.

he needs you. he won’t say it to anyone or admit it to himself, but he needs you so bad it makes his heart ache for someone he can only touch but not have.

MINGI WHO WILL ACCIDENTALLY EDGE YOU

just like yunho, he is huge when it comes to everything: height, hands, build, dick size. alas he’s also clumsy in the way that makes you crazy, because he doesn’t mean to torture you... he’ll have you trembling, begging, nails digging into his shoulders, your whole body shaking because you’re so close, and then he pulls away shyly, like he just missed hitting the goalie during practice instead of destroying your soul.

his day is saturday, and everyone knows it; wooyoung never worries because mingi never tries to steal you or ask for extra time. he doesn’t want you as his, he just wants to fuck you, pamper you, and fuck you again. no competition for your boyfriend, but a danger to everyone else.

at his house, in his room he always pulls you into his lap, settles you over his cock, and makes you sit there while he opens his laptop for match analysis or whatever the coach dumped on him for the weekend. you’re cockwarming him while he watches someone doing a free kick, your pussy clenching every time he clicks or shifts. his thighs are huge, his build perfect, and when he laughs at someone’s mistake on the footage, his abs tighten, and so do you, which makes him chuckle even harder.

“doing so good f’me, baby… keep still.” however, he’s the one who moves with little thrusts, tiny rolls of his hips, just enough to make you squeeze him, and after thirty minutes when he gets bored, he snaps the laptop shut with one hand, bends you over his desk, and fucks you until the wood shakes under your palms.

speaking of fucking, mingi is so hyper after wins. all that energy, adrenaline, and all that strength nowhere to go except you. he finds you, grabs your hand, and with the brightest grin says, “sorry seonghwa-hyung, you can take her next saturday!” and drags you away before anyone can argue.

the team doesn’t mind. they switch days like trading cards, because when mingi needs you, he needs you.

takes you somewhere private: stairwell, empty classroom, storage room, literally anywhere. panting against your neck, squeezing your waist with big restless hands, too tired to be gentle but too sweet to be rough without warning. you don’t have to say anything, he knows when you’re close by the way your breath changes every second. so he makes you sit on his lap again. one hand slides between your thighs, slender fingers spreading you wider, thumbs pressing into soft flesh while he watches you try to breathe through the frustration he created.

he whispers filth into your ear like he’s narrating a bedtime story: how tight you are, how pretty you sound, how good you are for him. right when you’re about to cum, he pulls his hand away and holds your hips down so you can’t chase your own high.

“not yet, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the back of your shoulder. “wanna hear you scream again.”

he loves making you cum from dirty talk alone. loves watching your face change, your lips part, your eyes get all watery while he whispers exactly how he wants to fuck you. and he whimpers, every damn time. mingi may be the big guy, but he’s also a loser who’s never had a girl like you before. your touch turns him into a trembling and whimpering mess.

when he finally fucks you, its lazy and slow, like he has hours to waste and wants to spend every one buried inside you. praises you nonstop, something from “good girl… fuck, so tight…” to “just a little more, baby, you got it…”

mingi knows he’s big and that you need time to adjust. he waits by holding your thighs open gently, rubbing your hips until your body relaxes enough to take him deeper. and when you finally sink all the way onto him, he looks up at you with the kind of awe that makes your stomach twist and pussy flutter like butterfly wings.

he also likes cumming on you. your ass, stomach, breasts, thighs — anywhere he can see it. when you kneel under his desk, taking him in your mouth, and let him use your throat… he holds your hair, mouth falling open, hips bucking because you’re sucking him like it’s the only job you have. when he spills in your mouth, and it drips down your chin, onto your tits, he moans. not a grunt, but a desperate, high-pitched whimper.

he’s such a pathetic loser about it that he sometimes cums in his pants before you even do anything intimate.

JONGHO JUST TELLS YOU WHAT TO DO, AND YOU DO IT

the youngest of them all, also physically the strongest, has the energy to fuck you for hours, slowly wearing you down until you can’t think or feel any muscle or nerve in your body.

he doesn’t ask or fool around like everyone with mindless teasing. just simply tells you with short commands that are already imprinted in your brain, such as: kneel, turn around, hold still. and you always listen, because there’s something in his voice that makes your whole body go warm and obedient before you can process what you were told, something like a muscle memory.

has insane stamina, the kind of endurance that makes you afraid and excited at the same time. he can fuck you soft or rough, slow or fast, and believe it that he already done it countless times. he's careful of course, observant; he could always be worse, not even giving you time to catch your breath. except maybe the fact that you're not his, and that doesn't allow his conscience and ego to do whatever he wants with you.

on a sunday, a place he usually uses is the physical therapy room, on the massage table, after games or practice when everyone is home, he stays just to do his recovering. you are sitting on the hard mattress, legs open for him and him between them, holding you by the hips, fucking you deep and steady. hitting the same spot each time until you’re trembling and moaning, gasping how you can’t take it anymore, showing him by digging your nails into his back until they leave marks.

“just little bit more, mm? you can handle it.” knows you are sensitive, but proceeds to keep going, cock pushing deeper as the wet and sloppy sounds echo in the empty room.

he’s the only one who never sends wooyoung a photo or update. your boyfriend appreciates that because he doesn’t want to see cum leaking out of you again. jongho is private about you, in the sense that he doesn't want to share what he does to you. you could tell the others if you want, but you don’t. he never asks you to stay quiet; you can be shared, that’s the agreement, but his moments with you aren’t for group discussion.

so your mouth stays shut, but you always tell your boyfriend everything.

another preferred location of his is the gym room he has in his own apartment. picking you up like you weigh nothing, one hand under your thigh, the other behind your back, body heat radiating off him after a workout. your back hits the wall, and he’s already inside you, fucking you while your feet don’t even touch the ground as they are wrapped around his waist.

each thrust drives a desperate sound out of you, your hands clinging to his shoulders because he’s too strong and too much. he always apologizes, “sorry… sorry, pretty, i’m being too rough–”

you always shake your head, squeezing his biceps to reassure him, “don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”

and he listens because jongho fucks in perfect control. the same angle and the same spot every damn time: he knows exactly where it is, and he hits it like he’s built for it. he's so thick, fitting in you completely, even though you're already so stretched from previous days and men. but he moves in such a way that it makes you roll your eyes and see stars.

makes you look at him when you are about to cum, thumb under your chin if he has to, lifting your face so your eyes stay on his. loves finishing inside you, burying himself as deep as possible so you feel full and warm and unable to move for a moment, thick waves of white between where your bodies connect, even some dropping to the floor that he has to clean after.

when he is done and sees you really can’t keep up anymore, it’s aftercare time, the sweetest of anyone. a warm bath with you resting against his toned chest, big hands rubbing your thighs, soft kisses on your shoulder, whispering, “pretty girl, you did so well for me…”

now ready to take a nap, your hair is dry, body wrapped in a hoodie that smells like him, food and water provided for energy, because when he’s rough, he makes sure to give you twice as much softness after.

THOSE SPECIAL DAYS AND THOSE WHO GET MORE . . .

threesomes exist, but only with two specific people. no other combinations are allowed on the field, as wooyoung refuses to share you beyond those.

WOOYOUNG and SAN are both competing for you, physically and vocally. it’s so primal and possessive, almost aggressive if you must explain it to them. making you cry in the prettiest way, you’re overstimulated, pushed to your limits, denied orgasms multiple times, and thrown into every position they can use you in. the two of them are trying to see for whom you will scream the loudest.

they even have matching tattoos, stupid little symbols of a friendship that most people wouldn't understand. they move as a unit and feel what the other wants — sharing almost everything, except san’s growing feelings for you.

san hides them under the same lust he shows you. in the roughness he uses, the pent-up suppressed stress that can only be burned off by lifting weights, or being buried so deep inside you that there’s barely any room for wooyoung to put his own dick.

and your boyfriend watches how his best friend fuck you like you're his to ruin. san has always been emotional; sometimes he covers it up well, sometimes not at all. there's nothing wrong with wanting something you can't have. being greedy and envious is what makes us human, because if you have sinned, that means you have lived without any fears, breaking the wall of rules and expectations someone just put there.

wooyoung is bratty and teasing, while san is feral and possessive. they trade control: one denies release while the other punishes, then swap. you’re used like a toy, and as mentioned, you are the beautiful doll everyone gets to play with. 

their voices, hands, and bodies commanding you as both men tease you relentlessly. when you beg to cum, they pull back, switch positions, and make you work for it. if you can even say their names, as you're already fucked dumb on their cocks, because look at you: drool dripping from your mouth, the way you're shaking all over but smiling at the same time... you probably won't be able to say much.

“baby…” your boyfriend would whisper in your ear, biting the shell of your ear, your neck, collarbone and shoulder. delicately taking your arms, sloppy kissing before biting the soft flesh, yearning a hiss and a scream from you, “i want you screaming for san too.”

another thing is that they talk to each other while using you, sometimes for the most random stuff, like for example that one time at practice when wooyoung couldn’t even score a goal, “and hongjoong decided to– oh fuck, she’s close… he decided to bench me and make me the ballboy instead,” thrust after thrust in your already abused pussy, sqeezing him so tight wanting to keep him close.

“talk to me about it. seonghwa made me practice dribbling with yunho and we know how competitive he is even during practice... god, does she always sound like this before she cums?” san was as rough as wooyoung. together they are biting, scratching, and marking, until you’re overstimulated, begging with your whimper for the sweet release. “don’t even think about cumming yet, princess… not until we say.”

usually san takes you from the back since one of the things he loves about you is your ass, and wooyoung takes the front because he can’t get enough of your desperate face, but they take turns because sharing is caring.

after repeated denial, they finally let you cum, hands and mouths everywhere, leaving you completely wrecked with them finishing deep inside you at the same time. you not only spill your juices on their cocks but on san’s clean bedsheets too, making such a mess. they can’t even be mad about it, because you did so well for them… maybe the real mvp is you and not yunho, with the way you take very hard opportunities with open mouth and legs, truly magnificent, the only girl in the world born for that role.

sometimes san comes over to wooyoung’s apartment, and your beloved boyfriend is sitting in his gaming chair, spinning lazily while watching something on his phone. his arms rest on the armrests with one hand propping up his chin, the other mindlessly scrolling… or occasionally recording. just a short clip, with the way san’s muscles flex and how your legs tremble as he eats you out. 

your legs are thrown over san’s shoulder as he sucks and pushes his tongue deeper, completely lost in you. like seonghwa and yeosang eating you out wasn’t already enough, because out of everyone, san is easily the most pussydrunk.

and when the sweet but strained little sounds start slipping out of you, wooyoung finally glances up from his phone. he notices the way your fingers clutch the sheets, knuckles whitening as your hips try to pull away but don’t quite manage it. you’re biting your lip too hard, the faint crease between your brows. san doesn’t notice a thing. he’s too far gone and obsessed with the taste of you, with the way your thighs squeeze around his head.

“sannie,” he says without raising his voice, “slow the fuck down. don’t you hear her?” but the man between your legs can barely hear his own thoughts, let alone anyone else’s voice. your head slowly turns toward wooyoung, eyes glossy as you blink rapidly, lips trembling with soft whines. and yeah, that might be his best friend, his soulmate (after you, of course)… but it still irritates him.

he stands up, the chair spins once behind him as he tosses his phone onto the seat. rolling up his sleeve as he walks over, gaze dropping to you first. his pretty girl is being devoured by another man who’s too lost in pleasure to notice the line between good and too much.

he knows you like it, as he also knows everyone loves to overstimulate you, and as any good boyfriend who actually wants you to feel good… his hand fists into san’s hair and yanks him back, his head is pulled away from you immediately, a frustrated sound leaving him, because his tongue literally seconds ago would have made you orgasm, but this time he was the one denied from that pleasure. 

his mouth hangs slightly open, face coated in your essence, gaze dragged away from your soaked pussy and up to wooyoung.

“how many times have i told you to be careful and listen to her?” his voice drops, a bit threatening, “you can feel when she’s too sensitive.” like sure, any of them could use you however they wanted. but with wooyoung right here, seeing and hearing everything, there’s no way he’s letting you get uncomfortable.

“don’t make me kick you out,” wooyoung continues, thumb pressing slightly harder into his scalp. “or keep you away from her for a week. watch your mouth, am i clear?”

san barely gets the chance to mumble a response before he’s shoved right back between your legs.

and just like that, wooyoung returns to his chair, picks up his phone, and doom-scrolls again… totally not already planning to cut san’s time with you next week.

WOOYOUNG and YEOSANG are a strange, yet perfectly balanced duo. one of them is always holding you so carefully that it almost makes you forget how much you missed spending the day with him… while the other only starts biting you when you’re not squirming or tossing like you’re caught in a nightmare, because that’s when he likes to mark you most.

they move slowly, keeping you comfortable while still using you exactly the way their hearts (and dicks) want. it’s tender enough to make your heart beat like crazy, tears threatening to spill because moments like this are rare — where you’re treated like a real princess… and not like the slut you technically are.

for the first time in days, you can actually hear your own thoughts: real words form in your head instead of the usual muffled ones.

you’re lying on yeosang’s bed, flat on your back, their hands wandering gently over your body, leaving soft touches on your stomach and the swell of your breasts beneath the oversized shirt. wooyoung’s lips press warm against your neck while yeosang’s ghost kisses along your shoulder. your fingers tangle into both of their hair, lightly massaging their scalps without even thinking about it. your body so loose and so at ease, you feel like you’re floating somewhere, like drifting in the ocean on a hot summer day.

“just relax…” your boyfriend whispers against skin already decorated with fading marks from earlier days. “i’ve got you, babe.” 

his best friend’s voice follows, so low and soothing. “you’ve been so good… just let us take care of you.”

the three of you have your eyes closed, because sometimes intimacy isn’t just about having sex. sometimes it’s being cuddled between them as they take turns to adore you, making you feel owned and safe all at once.

honestly, you have to give yeosang credit, since he is the only one who makes wooyoung loosen up like this instead of the usual teasing menace he turns into. it almost makes you forget how stupidly lovesick your boyfriend really is beneath all that campus reputation he tries so hard to maintain.

it makes you wish you could live this day on a loop.

there’s barely any roughness, they are entirely focused on your comfort and pleasure. their voices alone start to send you into a frenzy. even though wooyoung’s possessiveness slips amid whispers and light bites, while yeosang’s deep tone vibrates through you, keeping your mind from drifting too far.

at some point, your hands stop their mindless idling in their hair; you’re not even sure what did it. maybe the sensitivity or gentleness, or how they’re taking care of you, but tears start slipping down your cheeks before you can stop them. you are so overwhelmed, like a fallen angel quietly begging at heaven’s gates, knowing it might already be too late to be let back in.

“don’t cry now, angel,” yeosang notices first, as he kisses the tears from your cheeks before pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. “you deserve this.”

everything stays purely vanilla. they bring you apart slowly, mostly with their voices, with barely any touches, only wooyoung’s thumb to push your panties aside, brushing your clit in lazy circles, just to work you up. until you come once… maybe twice… soft and trembling between them.

and you’re left damp and a little messy, yeosang is the one who carefully guides you to the shower. he doesn’t have a bath, even if it would suit the mood better, but he still washes your hair for you, your body too. no wandering hands or naughty thoughts, he’s too tired for games tonight.

by the time you’re wrapped in a towel, wooyoung is already back in bed, clean sheets changed, sprawled out and waiting. he would’ve joined the shower, but he wanted everything nice and tidy, because being caring is part of his nature too.

when you finally crawl back under the covers with the same oversized shirt slipping down your thighs, someone’s clean boxers loose on your hips, they pull you between them without a word. spooned and kissed until your breathing evens out and sleep finally takes you.

YUNHO and MINGI are a pair that woyoung doesn’t know about, because the mvp is smart enough to outsmart the mastermind.

for your safety, and to keep control over everyone’s schedules, your boyfriend tracks the team’s location every single day. but what does yunho sometimes do when it’s his turn with you? absolutely nothing. you relax together, play games, cuddle, kiss… maybe make out a little, because he wants you rested and prepared for saturday when the two of you will visit mingi.

and how does that work when your locations are being tracked? quite simple, he uses two phones. his current one gets switched off, the location gone. the old one stays behind in the dorm, quietly broadcasting that he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. studying for midterms, locked between four walls, fighting for that perfect grade — fake it till you make it.

“i make her moan louder,” mingi says, casually taking a slow sip of water while perched on the high barstool in his kitchen.

“in your dreams,” yunho shoots back, already halfway into the fridge looking for something to eat. “she whimpers my name.”

“she screams for me.”

“she begs for me.”

they’ve known each other since high school, yet they still bicker like teenagers who’ve never touched a woman in their lives. just another best friend duo in the group… the duo with the monstrous dick size and the most ridiculous size kinks known to mankind.

and while they argue over things that only matter to the male ego, you’re sprawled comfortably on your stomach in mingi’s room, scrolling through your phone. texting your friends that you can’t make it to tonight’s party, because you’re supposedly spending the weekend with your grandparents. they believe you, just like wooyoung believes he can keep tabs on everyone.

“then maybe we should make her say both… at the same time.”

“bet i’ll still make you cry mine first.”

mingi pushes up from his seat, already heading for the stairs. halfway up, he tilts his head, eyes flicking back for yunho to follow.

“only one way to find out, yeah?”

and that’s how it starts.

but beware, one man is emotionally invested, the other is selfishly enjoying himself. yunho is the one giving instructions, mingi is the one physically overwhelming without trying, and that makes you stuck between pressure and indulgence.

yunho tends to position you exactly how he wants, guiding your chin, your hips, your posture, as he is very controlled; every move and touch is intentional. mingi is more the grab-and-go type with lazy confidence, moving you because it feels good for him, not because he’s planning ten steps ahead.

mingi super chill but physically intense, murmuring soft praise while absolutely ruining your composure, and he’s easily distracted by how good you feel. big hands everywhere, slowly moving and leaving occasional whimpers despite being in the dominant position. he’s not trying to compete… which makes him accidentally win sometimes, and lowkey drives yunho insane.

that result of you being constantly manhandled by yunho and adjusted by mingi.

because they’re both the biggest on the team, you need a lot of time and preparation to adapt. they are very aware of how you react to the stretch and the pressure, as this is where yunho’s competitiveness spikes, especially if mingi is the one who makes you melt first. the taller keeps checking your face, needing proof he’s the one affecting you most.

mingi is here because: it feels good, you feel good, the situation is convenient for everyone.

toward the end, they stop being separate energies and start coordinating without discussing it, cocks moving in sync, in and out of your pussy or mouth until you are painted white inside and out.

“look at me, doll…” yunho is slightly breathless when worked up, seeing that tummy bludge again, and how your eyes are too busy focusing on taking mingi’s cock in your mouth, drool and cum mixing as no verbal confirmation could come out of you, just muffled moans and whines. “who’s got you shaking like this?”

“relax, baby… ” mingi chuckles when you get too needy or overstimulated. sometimes he can’t tell if you are in pain or enjoying it, but you deep throat him so good, you have a master's degree in taking him whole at this point. ”doing so well for me, hmm? ahh– yes, that’s it pretty,” he says while fisting your hair, controlling you because all you need to do is just keep that mouth wide open.

the size kink is impossible to ignore, due to you having the perfect height, your body is perfect, you are perfect.

not everyone can take two big cocks at the same time, but it gets to a point where the stretch starts to burn, where your breath stutters, and your hands clutch at yunho’s shoulders. then you’re begging for him, and the second his name slips out of your mouth first, he feels like he just won the world cup.

you only said his name because it feels like he’s going to split you open, like he might actually ruin you with how deep he keeps pushing, but yunho doesn’t care about the reason; he just hears you choosing him… you have no idea what that does to him.

after that, they don’t slow down. they fill you again and again until you’re completely stuffed, warmth spilling from between your thighs, from your lips when you can’t swallow fast enough. it’s messy and filthy, however, they aren’t careless with you.

they let you rest, give your shaking body time to come back to itself before even thinking about running you a bath. and strangely enough, yunho is the first to press a bottle of water to your lips, voice softer than anyone would expect as he makes sure you hydrate.

meanwhile, mingi just lounges beside you, big hand lazily rubbing your thighs, watching with quiet fascination as your pussy keeps leaking around nothing, still sensitive and fluttering from everything they put you through.

you can’t feel your body properly: not your mouth, or your limbs, not a single steady nerve in your system. you’re boneless, floating somewhere between overstimulated and completely gone, as you lie there, one thought keeps circling lazily through your fogged brain:

do you finally confess this little secret rendezvous to your boyfriend, or do you just keep coming back to let the big boys use you as a cumdump again? 

aftercare hours have you fast asleep in mingi’s bed, completely knocked out. your head rests on yunho’s chest, your body tucked into his side, soft and safe in his arms. one hand tucked behind his head, while the other plays with your hair. absent-minded strokes, and every so often his fingers pause, then resume their soothing rhythm.

across the room, mingi is at his desk, laptop open, mouse clicking steadily against the surface. he’s focused on whatever game the guys dragged him into, probably league again, as voices could be heard through his headset while he plays. then wooyoung asks a simple question, wondering if you are okay, is all.

“how’s she doing?”

mingi glances over his shoulder, eyes flicking to the bed. “she’s out cold. snuggled up like a baby bear in hibernation. it’s kinda adorable, actually.” as he very obviously does not mention the extra detail.

back on the bed, yunho’s hand never stops its slow path through your hair, but his eyes have gone distant. because now he’s thinking about you and wooyoung. thinking about what might’ve happened if he’d said something first, shooting his shot before anyone ever had the chance. you might’ve been his from the start… instead of someone else’s.

his thumb brushes gently along your hairline, careful not to wake you… yeah, a man can only dream.

WOOYOUNG THE DEVIL WITH ANGELIC HALO

having two sides inside him that are constantly battling against each other: an angel and a devil, as cliché as it may sound.

the devilish side is cocky and bratty, hands you off to his friends like it’s nothing, loves watching you squirm, and pushes you to your limits. the angelic side, he is impossibly attentive and protective, tuned into your body and mood, soft in ways no one else ever seen him. he can absolutely ruin you, and five minutes later be the one tucking you into his hoodie and pressing kisses into your hair.

there’s no other way to describe it — he is obsessed with you.

he hates wearing the same scent as everyone else when it comes to fragrance and cologne. even more, he hates when you come back smelling like yunho or jongho for example, or whenever you have been out with your girlfriends… so expect to be showered and gifted the same perfumes he uses; you are the only one allowed to do so.

pet names are something normal in every relationship. he can call you anything in the moment… but he always brings it back to my girl.

by the time you get to his place, the table’s already full with food, your favorite drink, even the snacks you once mentioned liking just once. he acts like he didn’t just spend the last hour cooking. you’re practically glowing as you eat, shoulders relaxed for once, happily munching away.

“you always spoil me,” you mumble around a bite, smiling up at him. “feels like i’m a princess.”

wooyoung snorts softly as he reaches over without hesitation, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth to wipe away a smear you missed. you are always a little messy when you eat, but he never seems to mind.

“yeah?” he hums, leaning back in his chair like it’s no big deal, even though his gaze never really leaves you. “that’s because my girl deserves the best.” and because the cafeteria food is awful, so when boyfriend duties call, he answers.

aside from seeing you full with carefully prepared meals in the kitchen, when it comes to the bedroom… let’s not mention the insane breeding kink this man has. he might seem like he doesn’t care, but once he’s in you, it’s not only violent, but savage. the fixation comes out strongest when he’s jealous or worked up, and just needs to see you completely full of him, to claim you and be a part of you, to be one whole. he wants to stay there forever, as it seems your pussy doesn’t want to let him go either.

“no one else is ever gonna fill you like this.” cock staying buried until you have milked him dry, hands tight on your hips to ground himself, visibly irritated when he has to pull away. “want you to walk around leaking of me. let everyone see who you belong to.”

it’s possession and obsession that mainly take over him, since he gets more focused and territorial over you.

other times, he calls you a dumb little doll, a cumdump, a brat who deserves to be put in her place, but he’ll also say you’re the best he’s ever had, his perfect angel to destroy. yes, he degrades a lot on top of that. but when he praises you, it’s scary-good. you can't blame him, he's just that way, more controlling and dominant, a sweet-talker even when he's rude.

“needy little thing, so good for me. you were made to take me, yeah?” and it’s you cockwarming him before he needs to go to practice, and before you start getting ready for the next man on the timetable. “nobody else gets this pathetic version of you…  still my good girl at the end of the day.”

he would kiss your neck, grazing his teeth over the skin and bite, watching you shiver and arch. since his special is mixing degradation with praise in the same breath.

everyone on campus knows that you are wooyoung’s girl, and thank god, they don’t know about the nasty stuff that’s happening behind the scenes.

you wear his hoodie to hide the numerous hickeys and bites left from every man. you stay close to him or any of the other players when you don’t feel comfortable around people, because before fuckboys they are your friends too. it's just all a perfect illusion, a lie that feeds on itself.

wooyoung knows when you’ve been pushed to your limits, even if you deny it. after intense day with san or other yunho, he sets a clear rule not only to his friends.

“she’s off this week, maybe for longer, i’ll take care of her.” what he meant to say was, find someone else to fuck.

even though you love being used by the team, he wants your body and mind fully recovered, or just wants you to himself, he will give them the chance to use you again someday.

teasing touches to remind you you’re his, but surprisingly without pushing you over the edge. again cooks food for you, does your assignments even if you two study completely different things, insisting you don’t lift a finger.

the other pirates respect the rule, don’t go against it or try to question it. they bring you snacks sometimes, or offer shoulder rubs after your dance practice, making playful comments like: “woo’s really spoiling you, huh?”

and you wonder why he is attentive and caring beneath the chaos he loves to cause?

because wooyoung knows your monthly cycle is near. you’re sensitive, more emotional, hormonal, and physically overwhelmed. during this time, he’s extra affectionate, more observant, quicker to pull you into his lap, way softer and clingier in private.

he always pays attention, that’s why during your ovulation day, knowing he could get you pregnant, but it’s too early for that, he uses condoms. very unfortunate, but he’s taking no risks. it’s just the start of your twenties; surely neither of you wants a baby to just pop up. the other times it’s raw, next question.

wet sounds of skin clapping echo through the room. he is rutting inside you, the plastic wrapped around his dick there for safety, he tells himself, but fucking dammit, the urge to breed you is getting out of hand, especially with how much your hormones spike during these specific hours.

“messy baby… can’t help it, huh?” you’re lying on your back with him hovering above you, your hands holding his, fingers laced together as he breathes you in. “such a greedy girl… but you look so pretty fucked dumb on your boyfriend’s cock, hm?”

“wooyo–” you moan as he hits that spot, hot tears spilling, your vision blurring because you want him so bad, closer than gravity allows. fuck, you love him so much.

“yeah, baby? you’re mine, remember that… it’s me who makes you feel like this. a cockdrunk slut who knows who makes her feel real good.”

his grip on your hands tightens, veins in his arms and neck standing out as his pace quickens. you’re close to orgasming, maybe squirting again, who knows, it’s a gamble, and he’s close too. god, how he’d love to see his cum dripping out of you… but then he thinks about you with not-so-happy tears, holding a pregnancy test.

so for now, he and the rubber are becoming very good friends.

wooyoung always has this look when you start getting desperate for him, so smug as if he still can’t believe you always crawl back to him. because you never get like this for anyone else. not for hongjoong on a monday afternoon, or for yunho after practice, as the whole world can touch you, but only he gets to keep you.

so when he pulls out, and for once he actually put towels beneath you because you’re making a mess again, he kisses you from your lips down to your neck, breasts, and stomach, until he’s right where you’re soaked and sensitive, licking everything up like a starved kitten. he can’t get enough of the taste of you… he’s just as pussydrunk as you are cockdrunk.

shit, the condom is heavy with his cum as he slips it off and tosses it somewhere on the floor. he wants so badly to be inside you, but maybe your mouth can do the job for now… so now you’re sucking his dick, licking him clean as he makes you swallow it, because it’ll be inside you at some point, just not from the right hole.

“fuckin’ making me wait until this day is over… how about we graduate already so i can get you pregnant,” he mutters, pushing your head down to take him deeper. “won’t gotta worry about birth control or plan b– f-fuck, baby, that’s it, you know how to suck a dick right.”

and when he comes into your mouth, he barely even has to work for it. he pulls out, breathing heavier than usual, like his body’s finally starting to feel it, how he is completely milked dry. you’ve been fucking for what…oh, all day, basically.

like a devoted future husband, he takes care of you all over again. once you’ve both finally calmed down, the first thing he does is wipe your tears away, kissing each cheek gently. 

“you did perfectly, princess. so perfect for me...” quietly reassuring you that you’re not any of the degrading things he said earlier, even if you know you are, you just want to be pampered right now. “c’mon, breathe with me… there you go, my good girl.”

so he pulls you into his arms first. his bedroom still smells like sex, eventually you’ll both hit the shower… just not now.

you’re curled into him, legs tangled with his, your cheek resting against his bicep since it’s your personal pillow. his fingers trace slow, lazy circles along your back while he stares up at the ceiling, not even realizing you’re starting to drift off.

“baby, let’s sho–” his lips brush your forehead as he murmurs into your hair, but you don’t answer, and … the softness that takes over his face, the love in his eyes with that helpless adoration, totally heartstruck and whipped. he presses another kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally a quick, gentle peck to your lips. “i love you so much.”

and he really loves you, and he doesn't just say those words that easily. it doesn't matter who you're with tomorrow, or in two days. you will always, absolutely always come running into his arms, wanting him and only him. because at the end of the day, the others get access to your body, but it's wooyoung who gets access to your heart.

a/n: any grammar mistakes or typos will probably be edited with time!

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[jaeyunsmochi]

Absolutely BRILLIANT

[cherryw0n]

enhypen jay smut request!! rough shower sex the morning after the freaky night they had pls (reader is sore from the night but she lets him do it to her once again) 👅

too much? | park jay

pairing: bestfriend!jay x reserved!reader (afab)

synopsis: letting your childhood best friend fuck you while you're in a happy relationship isn't something you could tell to anyone—not when he fucks you this good.

genre: smut, pure filth

contains: profanity, unprotected sex, infidelity, no remorse for cheating, morally grey characters, unethical behavior

smut warnings: shower sex, overstimulation, begging, teasing, pussy eating, use of showerhead, clitoral stimulation, breast play, impact play, cockdrunk!reader, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, creampie

a/n: we believe in jay manifesto era supremacy so the pussy drooling haircut is back for this fic

NOT PROOFREAD!

MDNI!

The hot water ran over your body, soothing the sore muscles under the skin that throbbed with each slight movement. Your hands went up to the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze in an attempt to ease the sharp sting that made you shudder the moment you moved your neck. You left light squeezes all over the shoulders as you gritted your teeth at the pain, but nothing was helping.

You groan out in frustration at the poor attempt to at least slightly give yourself some kind of relief—no use. Before you knew it, you turn the warm water way hotter. A hiss escaping you as it hit your hair, trickling down your arms and legs. It felt unbearable, but a few seconds were enough for your body to adjust, muscles finally giving a reaction and twitching under the stream of the shower.

You dragged your hands down your face, head tilting up towards the boiling stream rubbing your thighs together, switching foot to foot. The ache between your legs have not persisted, only seemed to swell more. It definitely wasn't a pleasant feeling—sore, aching and throbbing in the most discomforting way.

The fog slowly filled up the bathroom, white clouds dancing around the tiled room, trapped and swaying. You close your eyes at an attempt of relaxing inhaling sharply through your nose, filing your lungs with the humid air before exhaling through your mouth. Just as you were trying to trick your mind that your muscles weren't cramping anymore, the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed through the air, a slight rattle of the doorframe was felt as they went closed.

Your head snapped toward the sound, eyes searching for his figure in the midst of fog before they landed on his silhouette. Your heart jumped at the blur image of him stripping, the wet humid glass of the shower only lessening the view. Your eyes were stuck on him, the familiar movement of his limbs, the familiar build—all too familiar.

The moment his figure was getting closer to the shower, your head snapped back toward the wall, playing it off as he opened the glass door. You tried not to look, dragging the palms down your face in an poor attempt to hide the way your body stiffened. The glass door shut, the sound of wet steps seemed closer and you glanced at him, fingers running through your hair and pushing it back.

All of a sudden it felt suffocating—not because of the warm water, not because of the white smoke surrounding you, but because of him.

You cleared your throat the moment he stopped right next to you, taller frame eating your smaller one up, shoulders strong and broad, jawline sharp and flexing as he let it go slack, feeling the water enter his mouth. His dark blue hair was pushed back, undercut nothing but perfect, the two fresh lines sat right next to his hairline, pulling the look together.

The water trickled down his naked body, hands passing over his chest lightly, rubbing and caressing it. Too close. He was too close. Your eyes danced awkwardly around the wall that you two were facing, arms crossed over your breasts as you rubbed your shoulders, thumbs digging over the collarbones before.

Jay's head turned to look at you, sharp eyes boring into the side of your thoughtful face. You could feel it. His gaze devouring you just as you stood by him under the heavy stream of water. Jay chuckled, the vibrations getting to you as the sound bounced off the tiles together with the rush of running water. You turned to face him, eyes meeting with a sharp tug at your chest. The big stream ran over both of you, caressing your skin as each drop now felt heavier against your own body.

Jay fully turned to you, gaze flicking down to your lips, then your arms over your chest. A grin tugged at his lips, hands grabbed your wrists as he pulled them away from your front and yanked you closer to him—his head dipping down to catch your lips.

Your lips meet in a slow kiss. His plush lips moving against yours with sensual grace, and you let him, kissing back in no time. The grip he had on your wrists was strong, becoming steadier with each move of yours, afraid that you will pull away. Your bodies glued, his chest wet and firm as the kisses became hungrier, sloppier. Your breathing picked up, skin on fire at just the feel of his bare body against yours—the throb between your legs shot up your already sore muscles, screaming for a rest. But when Jay's hands let go of your wrists, and ran over your naked front as he left kisses down your wet neck—it all went to hell.

You hissed at the squeeze he delivered to your breasts, thumbs teasing the already hard nipples making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your arm found an anchor—his shoulders, as you tilted your head back in a pain that seemed to only build up into the shallow pleasure when his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples. "Ah fuck..." You mumbled under your breath, ears already drumming with overwhelming warmth that had you clinging onto his figure that assaulted your already sensitive body. His tongue flickered against you nipple fast, mouth slurping up the water that trickled between your bodies before he tugged at it with his teeth, rolling it painfully against them before releasing. You gasped, a slight tremor passing through you in an attempt to dull the sharp sting. Your legs felt like jelly, and the ache that's supposed to burn in desire, only seemed to pulse in a poor scream of 'too much'. Your mouth felt dry, one leg hooked onto his thigh.

But was it too much?

Jay looked up at you, his tongue following the column of your throat, hot tongue traveling up to your chin, leaving behind a burning sensation. He gripped your waist, as he straightened himself, and before you knew it, your back was against the tiled wall. You gulp, eyes flicking up to meet his. Jay's expression was unreadable now—no grin, no teasing, just focus. His grip tightened at your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to ground you, to keep you upright when your knees threatened to fold.

He caught it, the slight tremble of your knees, the tense shoulders. He smirked. "Already giving up?" His thumb dug harder into your waist, a warning more than a touch, holding you firmly in place as the water thundered down around you. Jay leaned in just enough for you to feel his breath against your cheek, not kissing, not touching—making you wait.

"Stand up." He muttered. "I've got you."

You swallowed, forcing your legs to obey as another shiver tore through you. The tiles were cold against your back, the contrast brutal with the sensitive heat pooling low in your body. Jay's gaze stayed locked on your face, tracking every reaction, every breath you failed to control. "Don't look away." He added calmly, lifting your chin just enough to make sure you didn't.

The moment stretched—heavy, suffocating—before he pulled back a fraction, just to watch you breathe again. His grip never loosened, fingers still bruising, anchoring you there as if daring you to collapse.

"Good." He said simply, satisfaction flickering across his face. "Now stay still." The rain shower continued to pour over you both, heavy and relentless, but Jay's attention shifted. His gaze dropped just briefly to the side, toward the unused handheld docked against the wall. You noticed it immediately. The shift in his focus. The intent.

The pressure on your body didn't ease for long. His other hand stayed firm, pinning you there as he reached for the smaller shower head, fingers curling around it with intent. The hose rattled softly as he pulled it free, the sound sharp in the enclosed space.

The stream changed pitch as he adjusted it—more focused, harsher than the rain above you. You tensed instinctively. Jay glanced back at you, catching it immediately. "I said still." He didn't rush. Tested the spray against the tile beside your hip, water splashing back against your skin, close enough to make your breath hitch without actually touching you yet. The contrast—heat, pressure, proximity—had your muscles locking up on reflex.

His grip tightened in warning.

"Don't make me repeat myself." He muttered, calm, almost bored. Your chest rose up and down in an uneven loop, hands flat against the cold tiles, steadying you. A sudden slam of his knee between your thighs made you shudder as he spread them. The hand that was on your hip was fast enough between them, a teasing drag of his middle finger against your swollen slit—tender and testing. A sharp inhale exuded you, eyes closing in pure restraint.

His finger dragged slowly, feeling the slimy arousal coat his fingertips, mixing with the water that clung to his hand. Jay's fingers pressed into your heat, swallowed by the pulsing folds. A low moan escaped you, head hitting the wall behind you, feeling the water run down between your bodies, slippery and hot. He spread you, his pointer and middle pulling the folds apart agonizingly slow, earning a choked sound from you, eyes squeezing tighter. He moved back an inch, head tilting down to look at your spread slit.

He clicked his tongue, gaze glued to the red and sensitive flesh, observing it—studying. "I should have went a little softer, don't you think?" He cooed, eyes moving up to your dazed face. A teasing suppressed smile tugged at the corner of his mouth—eyes glimmering with mischief. You pushed your head off the wet wall, clit pulsing hard against the open air making your hips roll involuntarily in a search of something more.

You gulped, hips pushing forward. A nod from you made him chuckle, hand still holding your pussy open and eyes flicking over the raw, glistening mess. "Was too much last night?"

You nodded, yourself not knowing the answer, but your body screamed for a rest. "Yeah. Can't stand properly." The honesty made its way out of you in a soft tone, words getting to Jay before he hummed in response. "Good." He added slyly. "Gonna ruin this pussy till he can't touch it for a week."

A gasp erupted from your chest as the stream of water hit your most sensitive skin. Jay's fingers ingraved on your lips, holding you mercilessly exposed to the sharp spray of water—making you shiver and arch. Jay's eyes never left your face, watching every flinch, every breath, every subtle twitch. His cock already burning and aching, pre cum dripping down his leaking tip, painfully getting harder and harder by each passing second.

The pressure on your pussy felt overwhelming, you squirmed against the stream searching for more—hips moving helplessly as a cry of overstimulation escaped you. Jay smirked, bringing the showerhead closer and angling it just where he knew will leave you trembling—you gasped. The stream now hitting your puffy clit, sending tremors down your thighs.

The water roared around you, hot and heavy, steam curling thickly in the tight space. He shifted slightly again, controlling the angle, letting the spray hit exactly where he knew it would make you cry, your body betraying itself despite your attempts at restraint. "Fuck— yes..." You whispered, eyes lazy adorned with pleasure, relaxing your body and surrendering it to the ecstatic torture.

You moaned, hole clenching under the pressure of the water stream, breathing shaky and unstable. Jay pressed himself flush against you, sandwiching you between the cold wall and his hot body. He pressed the showerhead right onto your clit—hard and harsh. "Jay!" You cried out, hands clawing at his wrists, trying to stop him, to stop the overwhelming feeling that burned between your legs gradually devouring your whole body.

He hummed softly, arms strong and not moving an inch against your poor attempts at pushing him away, he only pressed more. The sound of the gush against your clit and your cries were the music to his ears, fueling him. "Already shaking?" He cooed, pressing his chest harder against you, feeling the perks of your smashed tits rub against him—gliding with ease against his wet skin as you squirmed, eyes locked onto his slanted ones.

"It's too—fuck Jay! It hurts—it hurts so good!" You grinded against the cold metal, now holding his hands in place, breathing raged as you chased the heat that was pooling at the pit of your abdomen, the warmth that seemed to coil lower with each drag of your hips against the sharp stream. The harsh quiver of your thighs made Jay grin feverishly. One finger finding his way between your throbbing bud and the cold showerhead—grazing your clit before leaving slow agonizing taps against it. "A-ahh..." You let out a broke sound, you voice giving out, eyes dropping down his wet body. The water trickling down his shoulder, chest, dissappearing right where you two were mushed together—your nipples hard against his pecks, begging for attention with every subtle raise of his chest that provided them with slight friction.

"You're already gone and I haven't even tried." He scoffed. "Pathetic much." He dipped his head down, letting his wet lips graze your neck, right under your ear. Goosebumps rose over your damp skin, the warmth of his breath something that's burning you more than the almost boiling water running down your naked bodies. He pressed a tender kiss, finger still working between your legs in tandem with the water caressing your heat, slow and deliberate taps on your clit sent shivers you never felt before down your spine. Your arms shot up onto his shoulders, engulfing him in a sloppy hug as you clung onto him, legs shaking and at the brink of giving out. "Yes, don't stop." You chanted in his ear, hot air fanning his neck feeling his muscles contract under your grip. One of your legs hooked onto his hip with wobbly strength you somehow mustered, angling your hips for him.

Jay smothered your neck in kisses, teeth grazing the burning skin—teasing, feeling and exploring. "So needy." He breath out. "Letting me use this sore cunt. You are gonna let me fill it up again, yeah? " Jay murmured against your ear, filthy words sending you into a frenzy

"Yes!"

Your thighs shook, hips stuttering back as he started rubbing fast tight circles on your clit. You let out a cry, eyes tight shut as you nuzzled into his neck one hand already into his locks, pulling and gripping—trying to ground yourself. Teeth grazed at your shoulder, dipping into the aching muscle giving it a painful bite. His finger didn't stop, it sped up against the gush of water that made your head spin as you cling to him. "Fuck...there you go."

The pressure built too fast, too sharp, your body locking up before you could brace for it. Your breath hitched, then shattered, the sound tearing out of you as the tension snapped all at once. Every nerve lit up, overwhelming, blinding—heat crashing through you in a relentless wave that had your grip tightening, nails digging in as if you might slip away if you let go.

Jay didn't slow. If anything, he held you there, unyielding, letting the aftershocks roll through you until your thighs trembled violently, muscles oversensitive and screaming. You gasped against his skin, helpless to the way your body reacted, to how every lingering sensation felt magnified, too much and not enough all at once.

"Easy." He muttered, not soft, not kind—steadying you as the wave faded, your mind cloudy as he finally moved the showerhead away from your used core, finger stopping all the action and finally letting your folds meet. You hissed at the feeling, arms dropping from his shoulders trying to ground you against the cold tiles.

The water kept pounding down, loud and unforgiving, steam curling thick around you as you stood there, still shaking, still raw—your body slow to come back down, nerves buzzing. You were on the verge of collapsing, legs trembling, your pussy throbbing with overstimulating aftershocks. Your eyes went closed, your breathing raging and before you could register what was going on, Jay was already placing the showerhead back, knees fast on the wet floor as he pushed his hair back out of his face, letting the rain pour over his features as it dropped down in harsh drops.

At feel of his palms feeling your thighs up your head snapped down, eyes meeting. "Jay—" He bit his lip in response, a teasing smile tugging at the corner as his gaze dropping down to your mound before he raised one thigh onto his shoulder. His eyes danced over your pussy, wet, pulsing, puffy and red. Jay licked his lips, desire burning deep in his chest at just the mere clench of your hole against his gaze. "Fuck..." His voice came out low and needy, mouth watering at just the sight. His cock throbbed, standing hard against his lower stomach, pulsing with need and arousal. He let out a low moan as his fist tugged at his length, stroking it teasingly before abandoning himself, his palms now holding your hips in place, mouth attaching to your clit in a matter of milliseconds. You gasped, hips pulling back—but he held you there. Right at the mercy of his feverish mouth lapping up your juices that mixed with the hot pouring water, tongue dancing against your sensitive bud fast.

You cried desperately, gasps and sobs leaving your parted lips. "Mmm..." His voice vibrated against your cunt, making you grind your hips against his tongue that ravenouly toyed with your clit. Rolling it, sucking harshly, licking it and pressing it flat as he bobbed his head against your heat. You arched into him, eyes tearing up as you bit your bottom lip in pure endurement head falling back against the wall, eyes tight shut.

The back of your heel dug into his midback, pushing him desperately against your pussy with your hips trying to move back but was met with the damp wall—your body experiencing conflict in real time. You cried out when his teeth bit down at your puffy bundle of nerves that was screaming for rest. "Fucking shit, can't get enough of this pussy." A slap echoed through the closed off space, making you jolt and yelp in surprise and pleasure. His hand left a hand print on your thigh, glowing red from the force he hit you with. Jay's tongue was back on you, now playing with your hole as he pushed the tip in and circled it around—feeling you tense around his hot muscle. "I can taste myself from last night fuuck—" He spoke before he licked a filthy strip up to your clit. "Bet he tastes me everytime without even knowing"

He placed his tongue flat onto your bud, pressing down onto the swollen throbbing flesh before he moved his head side to side—fast and hungry. "Jay!" Your hands were fast into his dark blue locks, pulling and gripping it, breath hitching and ragged as your eyes were glued onto his mouth right over your cunt. Gasps filled the air, sobs following here and there. The coil in your abdomen seemed to get big fast, the tension that threatened to snap with each fast and rough move of his head. You rolled your hips against him, but it turned just into a try as he held your hips tightly, mouth devouring you impatiently.

"I—I'm..." Your voice trembled. "—close." The word barely made it out before it broke apart completely.

The pressure snapped without warning. Your body seized, breath stalling as the sensation tore through you all at once, sharp and overwhelming, stealing the strength from your legs. Your grip tightened in his hair as if that was the only thing keeping you upright, a broken sound ripping out of you as the wave crashed hard and unforgiving.

Jay didn't pull away. He held you there through it, unrelenting, letting it wash over you until your thighs trembled violently, muscles locking, nerves screaming at the intensity. Every shake of his head felt amplified now, too sensitive. Your body still reacting even as the peak began to fade.

Your head tipped back against the tile, chest heaving, vision swimming as the aftershocks rolled through you in uneven bursts. You shuddered, breath coming in short, wrecked pulls, hands slipping weakly from his hair to his shoulders as your strength finally gave out. But his mouth still worked on you with the same rhythm that never persisted. You squirmed against him tiredly, wincing at his greediness. You whimpered and sobbed desperately, but still rolled your hips against his savage mouth and trying to move your numb leg that was still dangling onto his shoulder. But there was no need for that because he was fast up on his feet, wiping his chin and lips with the back of his hand before harshly turning you and pressing face-first against the cold tiles. You moaned out, mind mushy nor able to form a coherent thought.

He pulled your hips toward him and you felt it. His hard cock against your ass cheeks, hard and pulsing. You couldnt think, couldn't speak, only surrender to Jay's merciless touches. The water from above hit your lower back, dipping right over your waist and ass as it poured down, feeling it trail where you were burning up and hurting—right between your bodies. It slid down your ass cheek and caressed your folds, mixing with your arousal as it dropped onto the tiled floor. It made you grind back against Jay, pressing against him in search of relief.

Jay's hand grabbed his cock, stroking it before he dragged it down between your folds, mixing his own precum with your wetness. He hissed at the contact, eyes dark as they never left the place where he teased you. You moaned, cheek flat against the tiles, hands supporting you as you arched into him, begging to be filled. And with no warning he slammed into you, hips working your walls open infuriatingly hard and fast. He slipped in with ease, hips slamming against your ass repeatedly as he groaned at each sound that ripped from your throat. His fingers threated through your slippery wet hair, fisting your roots as he pulled your hair straining your already painfully sore neck. His breath fanned your ear, teeth pulling at the red skin. "Such a slut—" His hips pounded into you, his length reaching deep, rubbing the velvety walls with a brutal pace. You hummed at his words, only focused on the wall he was splitting you open, his balls now and then hitting at your clit the more you arched.

"Letting your childhood friend who you grew up with fuck you like this." He continued, pace brutal and precise—like he knew exactly the angles, the rhythm that made you shudder, lose it altogether.

Maybe because he did.

He knew every part of you, your life, your body. It's like your autonomy became his—and that was the worst part of it. There was no mystery here. No learning curve. Just familiarity sharpened into something dangerous.

Your body responded before your thoughts could catch up. It always did with him. Like it remembered things you never consciously agreed to give away. Every reaction felt automatic, trained, humiliating in how natural it came. This wasn't new.

It was inevitable.

And the way your body kept answering him—despite everything you knew you shouldn't want—made it impossible to pretend otherwise.

The smacks echoed the bathroom, water running down onto your moving bodies, adding to the glide of his cock into your soaked hole. His hand gripped your hair, not moving as his other went to wrap around your arched waist. "What would our parents say, huh?" Your walls clenched at his words, and he felt it. A chuckle escaped him as you moaned lowly in response. "Knowing everytime they told me to go to your house, while they were not there to keep you safe. I was all up in their daughter's pussy." He let out a dry laugh, cynical. "Matter of fact—" He yanked your hair, making you face him and eyes lock onto his. "What would your sweet boyfriend Jungwon say?"

Your just stared back at him, look dazed and high, lips parted. Jay felt his cock twitch, hips slamming into you, feeling your walls tighten at every syllable that left his mouth. "Who you go to after I'm done with you. My smell all fucking over you and cum dripping down your thighs." He spat out, eyes dropping to your lips, admiring the way you didn't think, couldn't—just straight listening to his filthy words, eyes barely open. He laughed in mockery.

"Fucking slut. Can't even speak because of my dick."

You tried to get closer to his face, smash your lips together, but he kept you firmly by your hair, scoffing at your attempt. You whined in response, feeling your pussy pulse, throbbing in overstimulation. But still you moved your hips back with the strength you had left, meeting his thrusts halfway. Jay groaned at it, moving back to take a look at where you two met. Your puffy folds swallowing him as you fucked yourself back, meeting his harsh hips. A string of moans left you, cheek pressing back against the wall, his hand pushing it onto the hard tiles. A smack of his palm against your ass made you jolt, nose wrinkling in pain as a whimper escaped. Another smack. And another.

You cried out, hands dragging against the slippery surface, squirming as his hips pushed into you furiously with each drag of his cock against your cunt. "You are swallowing me, fucking sucking me in Y/N." He breathlessly spoke, eyes fixated on the way you took him, walls squeezing and sucking him in greedily. Your mind was fuzzy, legs shaking as you felt your pussy burn, nerves on fire with each pound of his.

Then in the midst of it all—the sound of skin on skin, breathless moans and the water running—a ringtone. That ringtone that specifically made your heart flutter, made you smile like an idiot before answering as you run to grab it. The ringtone no other person in your phone had—not even your best friend.

Jungwon.

The phone vibrated against the counter right outside the glass shower, the cute specific melody echoing the space making Jay sneer as he pounded you harshly, his grip tightening onto your hair. But this time, the ringtone didn't even make you flinch—your focus only on the man behind you ravishing you.

"Won't you answer?" Jay asked, feeling his cock twitch, tip more sensitive then ever as the pressure started raising in his pelvis. You bit your lip, orgasm building up as the sting on your scalp made you moan out in pain. The melody didn't stop, vibrations sending the phone dancing around the marble counter. "Your cute little boyfriend wants to ask you how you slept, did you eat, hm?" Jay asked in a baby voice mockingly, his arm holding your waist, preventing you from collapsing right there and then between him and the slippery wall. Your ears started to ring, pleasure building fast and sharp, every nerve end seemed to burn and pulse in need—need for the release.

Uncontrollable moans spilled from you, hips moving back in pure ecstasy. Jay could not stop the sneer that escaped him again, cock at the brink of spilling his seed deep into your warm pussy—wanting nothing else then to fill you up. To leave a piece of him behind. But he gritted his teeth, fucking you harder and faster, tactical thrusts hitting that one spot inside you, and it all crumbled.

"Jay fuck! Yesyesyes—" You chanted out pleas as a mantra, eyes tight shut, hands turned into fists knuckles turning white. Everything shut down for you—and then flared back to life in aftershocks. Pleasure rushed through you in waves, stealing your voice, your thoughts, everything but the feeling of him right there, grounding you as you came undone.

Jay felt it instantly. The way your body clenched, the way you broke around him. His rhythm faltered for half a second, a low sound leaving his chest as his control finally started to crack. He stayed close, the arm around your waist, the one that gripped your hair instinctively moved by your head, palms flat against the cold wall—bracing himself, hips stuttering as he felt you spasm around him. His name repeatedly hitting his ear drum, your voice shaky and unstable as you slowly came down from your high, gritting your teeth as his cock still plunged inside you. You arched into him, giving him a better angle—just how he liked it.

And it was all it took for him to spill inside you. His orgasm came crashing down onto him in harsh waves, sending his hips stuttering as his white seed shot deep into you. His head dropped right by your ear, deep breaths fanning your damp skin as he fucked the remnants of him into you, making sure not a single drop ends up wasted. "Ah fuck—" He cursed, thighs spasming and arms trembling. You felt like you would black out any second, the weight of him over you and the heat of his body were overwhelming.

The rain over you still pouring down onto your flushed bodies, providing some kind of relief. The water turned lukewarm without both of you noticing—bodies tired, sore and aching.

He pulled out, the sudden feel of emptiness making you wince as the soreness took place again—worse than earlier, painful. You stood there trying to move your thighs, to lean fully against the wall, but you couldn't. Jay noticed it, a smirk on his lips as his eyes flicked over your pussy stuffed with his release, some coating your folds as the most dripped out of you and onto the floor in a trickle, mixing with the running water.

You swallowed, breath uneven as you made yourself move somehow, shoulder meeting the wall. Your gazes collided, breath slowing, the moment settling into place like muscle memory. He stood there with you under the water, trying to calm his own breathing as his back met the tiles right by you.

The silence was comforting, familiar, something you always enjoyed. It was until your phone dinged, signaling you received a message. Jay turned his head to you, scanning your exhausted face before he spoke;

"You should call him back."

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! this is all work of fiction. in no way this is a representation of enhypen members nor do I believe this is how they behave in real life or condone these actions!

[jaeyunsmochi]

Super hot

[crimsonbubble]

younger alpha joongie popping a knot when you ride his face. his hips are bucking up and his cock is leaking all over him while he fucks your hole with his tongue. he's whining while his cock throbs against his stomach and your fingers are just barely grazing his aching cock. your ghosting your hands from his leaking tip to his pulsing knot. wrapping your hand around his knot, he comes damn near instantly. coming all over your hand and his stomach. being a lil mean and teasing him about coming before you did, so he doubles his efforts and eats you out like a man starved. he has an absolute grip on your thighs and locks you down on his face; breathing is not a concern for him right now. he'd sacrifice his life if it means you come all over his face. his cock is still hot and heavy against his stomach, twitching as he drags his tongue over your hole. he comes again, as soon as you come all over his face. his knot throbbing, just begging yto be buried deep inside you.

[jaeyunsmochi]

OMFG

[lusthees]

sub hee crying… mommy kink… 🤤🤤🤤

tidal wave.

pairing: sub!heeseung x dom!femreader

genre: smut (18+) , established relationship

word count: 1.1k

! warnings : sub!heeseung mommy kink crying face slapping riding overstimulation fingering(f) coming inside degrading praising

═══════ ♪ 'ooh, flood it like a tidal wave' - tidal wave (c. atlantic)

Heeseung never broke the rules. But a few things slipped out of mind, especially when he was too caught up in his own pleasure.

Riding him, making a whimpering mess out of him, telling him to keep his hands to himself, the show was yours and you were enjoying it.

Then he lifts his hips to match your pace, thrusting roughly as his hands reach up to roam over your tits, breaking the rules.

You slap his hand away, stilling your hips as you grab his face harshly, annoyance laced in your tone.

“What did I say? I said keep your hands by your side, didn't I?”

Heeseung looks up at you, the front of his brows rising up at your tone. He stammers, “I..I’m sorry– just felt..too good.”

“Too good? Felt good breaking my rules huh? So useless, can’t even obey properly,” you said as you lift your hips off his hard cock, now it was left flushed against his stomach leaking pre-cum. You straddle his thighs, feeling them slightly shake underneath you.

He breathes out shakily, “No, please.. I’ll be good. I’ll be good for you..”

You glance down at him with a dark expression, unamused, then you bring your hand down in a sharp, stinging slap across his face.

“Wrong answer. Good for who?”

His eyes widen as he cups his cheek, the corner of his eyes now pooling tears. He breaks eye contact, trying to think of what exactly he did wrong. He glances at you again, confused, “F-for you..?” 

Another slap. He swallows hard. More tears well up.

“Please– What’s wrong.. [Name] tell me please..” he whispers with a broken voice.

“[Name]?” Now your sharp nails dig into his waist as you repeat your own name. “You don’t call me that.”

His eyes widen in realization, he broke another rule. Then his choked voice stutters out, he corrects himself, “M-mommy.”

You smirk, loosening your shark grip on his waist, it would definitely leave a mark tomorrow.

“I’m sorry mommy– I forgot. I forgot.. I’m so sorry–” he reaches out to hold your hand, needing something to ground his welling tears, but you refuse, retracting your hand as you scoff.

“You expect me to hold you? After you’ve practically broken almost every single rule?”

“Won’t do it again—”

Slap.

“No please– please mommy,” he trails off as his throat feels constricted. Tears finally spill over, tracing paths down his cheeks. He's a beautiful, crying mess, all for you. 

You can see the genuine regret in his eyes, the desperate need for your forgiveness.

“M-mommy I.. you just made me feel so good I couldn’t help it,” he now looks up at you with the most needy and heartbreaking expression you’ve seen. 

"I’ll accept it. But will you be a good boy this time?”

Heeseung’s eyes light up, he nods frantically, stuttering breaths calming down as he looks at you with that hopeful glint in his eyes.

You lower your hips back down, not to take him inside you, but to press your wet core against his cock. You rock slowly, torturous, keeping him on edge despite him wanting to be inside you so bad.

He bites his lip, holding back from grinding his hips with you. He knew if he did, you’d be worse on him than moments before.

You rocked faster, rubbing your wetness on his dick as he moaned underneath you. Not a whimper, a full on moan. 

It made you even wetter. And he felt it. He groaned.

“Mommy–! Faster.. Please..” he breathed out, stopping himself from reaching out and guiding your hips. 

“Wanna feel you.. You’re so wet already.. please?” you met his wide, pleading eyes. 

Something in you couldn’t refuse those eyes. Your pretty boy was being so desperate.

“You can touch me now baby,” as soon as you gave him permission, he did everything he wanted so desperately to. 

Heeseung leans forward, taking your lips in a messy kiss before he guides your hips back down on his cock. “Mmh– mommy, you feel amazing.”

You set a punishing pace, riding him hard, your hips slamming down against his. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, holding on for dear life. He doesn't try to control you, but as you lift up and sink back down, his own hips twitch up to meet you, a reflex he can't contain.

“Heeseung– fuck..” you finally moan, feeling your high build up as he thrusts up into you.

He swallows hearing your moan, his hand now reaching up to caress your tits. You hum in response, smiling softly at his attempt to make you feel good.

"You wanna be a good boy? You wanna make me feel real good?"

He nods, his eyes wide and pleading. "Mhm, anything…mommy."

"Let go of my hip," you order. He obeys almost immediately.

"Take your other hand…rub me. I’m close.”

He hesitates for a split second, overwhelmed by the command. His hand trembles as he releases your hip. His fingers, slick with his own tears and sweat, fumble for a moment before they find your clit. He was clumsy at first, his movements erratic from you riding him hard.

Heeseung’s fingers find the perfect rhythm, matching the frantic pace of your hips. The dual stimulation was too much. Your vision whites out, a choked whimper ripped from your throat.

"Mommy, please," he whimpers too, his voice cracking as he feels your walls start to flutter around him. "I can't hold on... please let me come..."

"Come with me," you command, your voice strained.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. 

Your body convulses, his fingers work you through your high. The feeling of you pulsing tight around him makes him let go as well. With a strangled cry, and a half sob, he comes undone, spilling into you.

But you don't stop. 

Taking in a choked breath, you keep moving your hips. You knew the overstimulation was worse on him than you. A broken sob escapes his throat as his legs tremble underneath you.

"Mommy– please, can’t.. can’t" he cries, fresh tears streaming down his face. 

Then a series of broken pleas follow, along with moans and whimpers. Begging you to stop, but he didn’t have the guts to push you off.

So you kept going despite.

"It's too much, I can't, please, it hurts, please!"

“Mommy..”

“Ah– fuck.”

“M-mommy.. Please..!”

Heeseung was now completely spent. 

A crying, trembling mess beneath you, as he comes again. 

You finally still, but he leant up and kissed you before either of you could catch your breath. It was sweet, not rushed.

After a moment you try to pull away, but he keeps you in his embrace, hugging you. You smile at the neediness. 

“Good boy..”

been wanting to write hee with a mommy kink ajsdhsf i had to do this one immediately when i got into bed after christmas, like i may be just a little tipsy rn but.

we love overstim. and crying.

also hi moot ily <3

---signing off, arie (i'm actually not.)

[lusthees]

jake nsfw links

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

-twt/X needed to open the links

subby links •┈𖥔

ikeu eating you out because you weren’t paying attention to him, he’s so jealous and needy :(

tying jake’s pretty hands up as you jerk him off. you flick his sensitive nipples as he gets all whiny

stroking ikeu gently as you make out with him, then lowering your pretty tits in his face because it’s his favorite thing in the world

you got needy mid shopping, so you dragged sweet jake to the changing room and made him please you until you were satisfied 

he got bricked seeing you first thing in the morning, so you decided to tease his morning wood, not letting him cum just yet

dom links •┈𖥔 

you were teasing jake walking around the house naked, so he decided to teach you a lesson and fucked you right there 

jake loves 69 as you get all whiny

jake couldn’t wait to get back to your hotel room and finger you roughly, you’ve been so bad

you thought it was going to be a shower, but he wanted round 2 after all

cuddling naked always turns into him fucking you hard

solo links •┈𖥔 

*jake sent you an attachment*: “my schedule’s been so busy, i miss your pussy :(“

“was at a business meeting and thought of you, baby you make me so hard”

reqs are definitely open !

— arie

[jaeyunsmochi]

Incredible curation, 10/10 ❤️👄❤️

[intromortal]

✱ THE ‘INCH BY INCH’ ANTHOLOGY

a collection of works taking place before, during, and after the 'inch by inch' events.

most of the following will be nsfw. minors are not allowed on my blog. each work will have its own warnings listed. it's not necessary to read each one and definitely not in order, as i will probably not write these in chronological order. ⸻ rules + masterlist.

⭑ I. INCH BY INCH ⸻ you have a boyfriend gifted with a pornstar cock, but he refuses to use it on you, too scared he'll end up hurting you. so your best shot is to devise a plan to get him to crumble, and even if things don't unfold quite as expected, what matters is the result anyway... right?

⭑ II. birthday boy ⸻ sunghoon's first birthday after you started dating comes around, and you two make the most of the night when a snow storm delays plans.

[jaeyunsmochi]

Fat cawk sunghoon is canon, argue w the wall pls

[m-hypen]

Bad Desires

Bad Desires Ship: Childhood Frenemy/Roommate!Heeseung x Bitch!Reader Description: Your entire life, you only saw Lee Heeseung as a nuisance you couldn’t escape from. But what happens after the two of you move in together, and the dreams that plague you force you to see him in a different light? Warnings: Extremely Mean Hard Dom!Heeseung, BDSM, Brat!Reader, Masochist!Reader, Sadist!Heeseung, Dub-Con, Extreme Face-Fucking, Oral (m. & f. receiving), Extreme Degradation, Extreme Humiliation, Facial, Face-Fucking Again (a different sort of way), Rimming (f. receiving), Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Scenes, Like these scenes are actually crazy, Slapping, Spanking, Fingering, Pussy-Slapping, Spit, Rough Sex, Praise, Choking, Manhandling, Restraining, Hate Sex, Angry Sex, Possessiveness, Masturbation, Sex-Toys, Squirting, Dacryphilia, Hair Pulling, Heeseung has a HUUUUUGE Cawhk, Threesome? (Ft. Sunghoon), Reader is a bitch because I love them Word Count: 30.3k A/N: This is a repost from my other account! If you want to see the original BTS Jungkook version, check it out on @littlemisskookie as See You Like That.

The first 11 days of your life were absolutely glorious.

You slept as much as you want, ate as much as you want, basked in the light of your mother's arms without a care in the world. They were probably the best days of your life, not that you could remember them. Nothing threatened to disturb your peace.

And then Lee Heeseung came along.

Oh, both of your mothers were absolutely thrilled. Having been life-long best friends, they had every intention of staying together until their dying days. They meant it, too. Living next door to each other, getting pregnant within the same year— though that part was much closer together than originally anticipated. Luck is what they assumed.

When both had a bundle of joy to call their own, who they planned to raise together, they were elated beyond belief. 

"They're going to be the best of friends, forever and ever, just like us!"

Ha. Little did they know.

Sure, you got along with Heeseung when you were little kids. The two of you would take baths in the same sink together as infants, attended the same preschool. He would be the one who yanked you off school bullies during recess, dragging you off as your fists flew towards whatever boy had been picking on him. He was your partner during every field day, without even having to ask.

But then some form of resentment grew.

Heeseung was always the golden child of you two. Never got into fights, always got straight A's, never got sent to the principal's office. You, on the other hand, always found yourself in some sort of trouble. You couldn't help but always say the wrong thing, or find yourself in the wrong place, wrong time. And who was the one who always had to drag you out? Golden Boy Lee Heeseung. Despite being almost two weeks younger than you, he ended up being the one mainly in charge, he ended up being the responsible one, he was the one who had to look out for you. It was supposed to be the other way around! What about that bullshit saying that women matured faster than men?

Somehow you proved the be the exception, and having Heeseung always come to your rescue made you absolutely livid as the years went on.

"I don't need your help!" God, how many times had you screamed those words at him?

Suddenly he was the one you were letting your anger out on, with your angry quips and quick insults. Didn't help that you knew him inside and out, having grown up with him. At first he'd just take it, letting you blow your fuse and get it out of your system. But then he started throwing punches back. Not literal ones, no, it never got to that level. But he'd have something sharp to say to cut you down when you were making your own attempts, no longer silently taking the full force that was your rage at both him and yourself.

The worst part though was he never left either.

You were stuck together, whether either of you liked it or not. He probably wanted to leave you a million times by then, but due to the pressure of your parents, you were now his responsibility. Always in the same classes, always enrolled at the same summer camps. Living twenty feet away from each other. There was no escape. You and Heeseung were going to a part of each other's lives forever it looked like, and there was nothing you could do about it. So every day you'd walk together from school. Every weekend your parents would have a joint dinner together. Every family vacation, every cruise, the two of you were forced to share a room.

Your parents thought you'd both grow out of this festering resentment. Eventually they accepted that it was simply some sort of sibling dynamic. Sure, you guys bickered constantly, you both swore you couldn't stand each other's guts, but you both still cared. You couldn't help it. You hadn't known a life without Heeseung, and he didn't know a life without you. It was hard to imagine. No matter what happened between you two, you guys never left each other's sides.

You were finally able to gain some distance when you both went off to college. Granted, it was the same one, the only one close enough and affordable enough for your family, and Heeseung had gotten a full ride there, so it was no brainer. But you didn't live in the same dorms, and you were able to make separate friends who didn't know you two as being practically conjoined twins. You had gotten sick of hearing it in the hallways.

"Oh she's basically his sister!" That's what so many would say when they questioned why the two of you were so close. You couldn't stand it. It was bad enough being tied to him so closely already, the thought of actually being related made you want to barf.

You did imagine however that Heeseung was the closest you'd ever get to a brother. He was protective at the most annoying and inconvenient times, like when he insisted on following you to your first house party and refused to let you drink or take a hit of anything. He was super annoying, like when he gloated over his college entrance exams and their scores, rubbing in your face just how much better he was than you, at everything, always. Just another thing to add to the list of things you hated about him.

When the two of you entered university, though, you finally let your wings spread. No more being forced to go to his lacrosse games. No more cramped car rides in the backseat where both of you would stomp on each other's toes and try to get more leg room. You were independent of him. You could do what you want, when you want, and Heeseung didn't have a single say.

Sure, you went a little wild your freshman year. Stayed out until 3-4 AM almost every night, spent many nights in guys' dorms, got a little too wasted at some parties and experienced a black out or two. But they was your lessons to learn, and no one was keeping you from learning them. You kept yourself moderately in check though. No bar fights, no spats with your professors. You couldn't care less what Heeseung was doing. Little nerd was probably skipping any party he was invited to, nose probably buried in his books. Mr. Perfect probably had too much school work to worry about you, either. Didn't matter how many joints he smoked in college, he was just as uncool as when he threw up in the touch tank during a summer camp field trip.

After you cleaned up your act a little more as university went on, getting the last late nights and parties out of your system, you had to work a little harder to bring your GPA up to par. You hadn't been flunking your classes first year or anything, but you had too many C's for your liking. If Heeseung were still hovering over your shoulder, he'd probably smack you on your head and force you to read the textbook front to back until you set the curve.

You'd see Heeseung in the library occasionally. He was never alone, always with friends. Go figure. Everyone just loooooved Heeseung his entire life. Those stupid doe eyes and perfect nose always made them suckers. He was always popular, getting along with everyone, gentlemanly and one of the bros, even in high school. You were the only one who saw past his facade, saw how nasty he could truly be. The real him.

No matter how much time had passed, you knew he was a resentful little snot underneath.

Neither of you would disturb each other's peace, though. You'd just share glances when you were both in the dining hall, or grunt when you passed by in the hallways. When each summer came around you'd both be too busy with your new groups of friends for your parents to even drag you back together, only the occasional family dinner forcing you at the same table. You two would barely acknowledge each other during it, your respective families filling the other in on the other's lives.

Heeseung made Dean's list. Big surprise.

You had a trip with a few girls during spring break. Big whoop.

You did your best to keep it to a minimal. The few words you did exchange alone were biting at best. You were enjoying your freedom from his annoying face, endless charisma, and perfect grades.

But then university came to an end, and both of you found yourselves moving back to your home town. 

It was another dinner with your folks and his, and you were pretty sick of still having to live with your parents. After living separately from them for four years, something felt a little humiliating about being back under their roof. Sure, you could get an apartment, but it was so expensive in this area. You definitely weren't being paid enough to live on your own with your entry-level job, even at the apartments in the shadier areas.

"How's the apartment hunting going, sweetie?" Heeseung’s mom asked, a saccharine smile on her lips. Joint dinners were something you were forced to go to again, now that you were back. Which meant having to see him a minimum of every weekend.

You shrugged, nudging at the piece of meat on your plate with your fork. "I dunno. I looked at another in Frazier—"

His mother gasped. "Frazier! Oh honey, no! You can't live there, that's such a bad part of town. You know, crime's gotten much worse since you kids have been gone. A young lady like yourself shouldn't be living there alone." As if a lightbulb went off in her head, her eyes danced to Heeseung, who was busy devouring the steak your dad had helped cook. "Say, Hee, sweetheart, how's your search been going?"

"Hm?" He did his best to swallow down whatever meat was still in his mouth. You dipped your spoon in the peas, eating them and you prepared for him to drone on about whatever success he inevitably found. "It's, uh, hard. Not a lot of studio apartments that are exactly affordable."

No surprise there.

While you had immediately entered the main workforce for a low tier job after graduation, Heeseung had moved up to continuing grad school, which meant he only had the availability for part-time. It wasn't a surprise he was strapped for cash. 

"Say," your dad started, "I have an idea."

Oh no. Oh no no no. You knew exactly where this was leading.

"What if Y/N and Heeseung get an apartment together?"

No!

Your mother clapped her hands, eyes lit up with delight at the prospect. "Oh that sounds like a wonderful idea! It'd be perfect. I normally wouldn't be a fan of the idea of Y/N living with a man, but Heeseung—"

"Mom," you choked on your peas, slamming your fist down on your chest to try and get them to go down. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Oh hush now, you've been complaining for months about having to live with us. Besides, Heeseung can keep an eye on you and make sure you're not up to any trouble," your mother scolded.

"This would be perfect! You two can split the rent. Much better than living with strangers," his mother joined in. Clearly their minds were already made up.

You glanced to Heeseung, eyes pleading for once as you waited for his disapproval. He ignored you, though, shrugging before taking another bite of steak. "Sure. We can talk about it alone later."

You wanted your chair to sink into the Earth and swallow you whole, then and there.

—

Heeseung closed the door to his childhood bedroom, hands in his pockets as he turned to you. Dinner had been at his parents' tonight, with your dads grilling the steaks and your moms picking out the wine. Your eyes scoured the room you were all too familiar with, the same old lacrosse posters and gaming equipment you were used to. You wanted to find some form of mess. An open ramen cup, strewn about clothes, anything to give you an excuse that living with Lee Heeseung was an impossible, terrible proposition. Perfect as he was though, everything was clean as a whistle, far more organized than your own abode.

"This is a terrible idea, isn't it? We should just go down there and tell them we absolutely cannot, right?" You laughed it away, glancing to Heeseung for confirmation.

He doesn't seem so amused, though. "I dunno. I've been looking to move out for a while, honestly."

Your eyes widened with disbelief. "You aren't seriously considering this, are you?"

"Why not? It seems practical," he shrugged.  A sly grin started to form on his lips. "Don't tell me you're scared of living with a man, Y/N."

Your face twisted into a scowl. "Ugh, I can't stand you. You're hardly a man, anyways. I mean, c'mon, space themed comforter? Really?"

"You still have those glowing star stickers on your ceiling."

"Those—" You snap your fingers at him, taking a step closer. "—are for nostalgia."

"And mine aren't?"

"We can't even stand being in the same room together for five minutes!" You feel yourself regressing back into a teenager, as though you were on fire whenever Heeseung was in your vicinity. "How're we supposed to live together in a tiny, cramped apartment?"

"What, you can't even pretend to act like an adult?" He quirked a condescending brow at you.

You felt your face heat up at his words. "I can." You crossed your arms, groveling. "Are you just desperate to live with me all of the sudden?"

He scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself, princess. I just don't want to live with a stranger. My first dorm I got randomly assigned a roommate, and it did not go well. At least I know there aren't any surprises that come with you."

Your jaw dropped. "You really are considering this."

His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, his arms crossing too, now. "Are you?"

Your mind spun as you gave it some serious thought. Heeseung was definitely a lot cleaner than most men you knew. And he typically was lights out by midnight, which meant no keeping you up, and you knew he was a heavy enough sleeper for you to be able to roam about in the late hours without waking him up. Hell, with him being an early riser and you being a night owl, you might hardly see each other. Besides, it's been years since the two of you would constantly go at it. More than now. Maybe you could mature into being civilized, well mannered adults. Mainly you, but still.

"Lets set up some ground rules first," you said. "No messes in shared spaces."

"Duh."

"And no leaving the bathroom seat up!" No doubt that the best you two could afford would be a two bedroom, one bathroom situation.

"Fine." Heeseung tilted his head. "Any other requests, princess?"

You glowered at the stupid pet name, wanting to wither him on the spot with your glare. "How often do you bring people over?"

A slow smile curls on his lips again. "Oh, well isn't that personal?"

"Ew not like that! Ugh, I don't even want to think about you doing that." You shook the thought from your head. "How often do you have friends over?"

The smile was still plastered on his face. "Oh, none spend the night if that's what your worried about. And we'll keep it down."

"Your friends," you emphasized.

"I was talking about my friends." He laughed at your expression. "You should get your mind out of the gutter."

Your mouth parted in surprise. "I wasn't— oh my god, you're so infuriating! Just don't have your friends yelling in the living room past 1 AM, got it? I will have no problem shouting at them to keep it down." You rolled your eyes. "Like a nerd like you gets laid anyways."

"Are you worried now?"

You guffaw at the accusation. "Me? Worried? For what, you? Please. You ended up having to take me to homecoming, remember?"

"Yeah, because our parents wanted us too. It's not like I wasn't asked." That was news to you. "And how often are you planning to bring people over?"

"Occasionally."

"Then you make sure they keep it down by 11 PM, and we'll have no problem."

Your brows furrowed. "11? Even on weekends? I was being generous with you, old man. What, don't tell me you fall asleep at 9 usually?"

"Calling me old when you're the older one?" He laughed. "That's right, I forget with how childish you act."

That really made your face burn. You slap the wall next to you, frustrated. "You make it so hard to like you sometimes."

"The feeling's mutual." He meets your gaze, eyes narrowed. "Think you're up for acting like an adult for once in your life? Or do you still want to be coddled by Mommy and Daddy?"

You glared at him, the scowl now permanently etched on your face as your hand slid down the wall. "Fine," you huffed. "Let's do this."

— 

Finding an apartment ended up being much easier now that you were going off of two budgets. Sure, most of the realtors that were helping you thought you two were a couple, and you were both adamant and offended each time you were accused. That was annoying. Plus you'd bicker like a married couple the entire process. This area isn't safe enough for him, this apartment was too far of a commute for you, so on and so forth. 

Finally, though, the two of you came to an agreement on a nice two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. It wasn't the biggest, and you'd have absolutely no luck avoiding Heeseung in these cramped quarters, but it was affordable and got you out of your parents' place at least. It had a gym facility for Heeseung to apparently use, and it was very close to a convenience shop, which you liked.

Living with Heeseung had some ups and downs. You had to spend more on groceries now because Heese ate like it was a competition, and yet he still had the nerve to scold you when you stole some of his snacks. He shouldn't need the sweets anyways, with how often he was apparently at the gym downstairs. If anything you were looking out for him by making sure he doesn't undo whatever progress he's making. One plus was that he was a neat freak. Anything you left in the living room would end up being organized neatly, and he had a much better eye for interior decoration than you would've suspected looking at his childhood bedroom. 

Living with a man wasn't all that bad.

Until you were reminded he was a man.

He came back into the apartment, grunting when he saw you on your laptop at the kitchen counter. You didn't even grunt back a response, glancing at him briefly before you were left taken aback.

Heeseung had just gotten back from the gym, drenched in sweat and wearing a tight, black compression shirt that left little to the imagination. When had he gotten so defined? He usually only wore hoodies in the house, how had you not noticed? You remembered being so annoyed when his growth spurt hit and he began to tower over you, but now he was... filled out. His shoulders were broad and his waist narrow. The shirt was damn sinful, too. You could practically make out every muscle and line of his abs. Since when had he had tits? They were massive! Surely the shirt was doing all the work. Surely he wasn't built like a pro boxer. You had seen him during countless family trips to the beach. Even when he was at his most active at lacrosse in high school, he was a skinny twerp that could barely hold you up enough to throw you into the water, ruining your hair.

And the sweat. The way his hair was plastered to his forehead, the beads of sweat trickling down his neck and into the shirt. His biceps that seemed too big to be contained by such tiny material, bulging and tensing as he raised the water bottle to his lips and took greedy gulps, Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat. 

Thank God he was wearing sweats at least, because now you were wondering if his thighs were secretly the size of tree trunks, threatening to squeeze and pop whatever was in between. Since when had his body transformed into being exactly your type?

It suddenly dawned on you that Heeseung was, in fact, possibly attractive. Not that you were attracted to him personally, no way.

"Why're you so quiet?"

You're snapped out of your trance, your eyes flitting back to Heeseung’s as he gives you a suspicious glare, done with his water.

"Oh, um..." That's right, you usually had some nasty comment to say whenever he got back home. "B-Back from the gym?"

"Obviously," he snorted, stepping forward to lean against the countertop, sliding away his water bottle. Fuck, don't look at his tits again, don't look at his biceps as he leans on his elbows! Don't look at every vein that's popping out beneath his skin, like he's a mosquitos wet dream! "Wouldn't kill you to go now and then, you know."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm already blessed with a perfect body, thank you very much."

His hard stare continued, watching as you tried to shirk your gaze away from his impeccable form. "Is something up?"

"No! Just... need a distraction." You huffed under your breath. "Clearly."

"Distraction, huh?" A small smirk appeared. "My friend Sunghoon wants me and some of the other guy to go out clubbing tonight."

"You club?" You had a hard time imagining Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes out partying, but you were having a hard time imagining anything besides what was beneath that shirt at the moment.

"Yeah. You can come if you want. Though I'm sure you'd much rather—"

"Sure, why not." You couldn't stand the thought of Heeseung bringing a girl home tonight and having to listen. And looking like that? It was bound to happen. The impossible now seemed very possible, you were going to cock-block even if it killed you. 

Heeseung’s eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, really?"

"Sure, it's been a while since I went out. I need a distraction anyways." You shut your laptop closed and stretched, needing to close your eyes for a second to make it easier to not ogle your roommate. "Unless there's a problem with that?"

"No! No, I just... wasn't expecting you to say yes, that's all." He lifted from the countertop and pulled out a towel next to his water bottle, rubbing the sheen of sweat off his neck much to your dismay. "We usually go out at 10, that cool?"

"Isn't that a bit past your bedtime?" You chuckled at the thought. "Sure you can get your morning run in?"

"I'll get my cardio in one way or another," he said before slinking off.

Now that you didn't like to hear.

—

Heeseung’s friends were nice enough, three guys about your age named Sunghoon, Jay, and Jake. 

They were all attractive, same level as Heeseung, and you tried to think back to all of those friends you used to spot Heeseung with at university. Were they all in the same league, the way attractive people tend to hang out with their own kind, leaving you uggos to your own devices to stare up at them in awe? Did everyone know Heeseung was hot except you? Were you just an idiot who had been blinded by knowing him before Acutane and Invisalign?

They all treated you cordially, and when Sunghoon made a sly comment he was quickly scolded by Heeseung, who said, "Don't even think about it."

Pity, Sunghoon was pretty hot. You wouldn't mind taking him for a ride if you weren't going to be preoccupied making sure Heeseung didn't see any action.

Perfect Heeseung agreed to be the DD of the night for you, thankfully. You had never seen him drunk before, and part of you was admittedly disappointed you wouldn't get to see it tonight. What kind of drunk was he? Giggly, happy drunk? Angry, loud mouthed drunk? Nah, that definitely didn't fit.

Horny drunk?

Maybe it was a good thing he was the one driving.

The club was loud, as expected, with bodies on bodies pressed against each other closer to the DJ booth. Heeseung leaned in to your ear so you could hear him, and you got a hearty whiff of his cologne. Fuck, it reminded you of the Abercrombie and Fitch scent you used to be obsessed with in middle school. How did it still have this effect? "Are you wanting to drink or dance already?"

You watched as Jake and Jay wove their way into the crowd, disappearing from sight. "I think I'll need a drink first."

"That's fine. Just catch me in there." He doesn't say another word before he followed after his friends, leaving you behind. Whatever. You looked around for Sunghoon, wondering where he had wandered off to, to no avail. Dejected and temporarily thrown off the tracks of Mission: Cock-Block Heeseung, you make your way to the bar. It isn't until a lemon drop is in front of you that you feel a hand on your shoulder.

You turned around, a red-faced, drunken girl greeting you with a cheesy smile. "Oh my God, did you walk in here with Heeseung?"

"Er— yes? Are you his friend?"

She leaned in harder against you, and you feel the heat from the alcohol off her. "Oh my God, define friend? Ha, no, we just hooked up once."

Your ears perked up at that. Hooked up? She had slept with Heeseung? Heeseung actually got down like that? "Oh... really?"

"Really!" She beamed. Her eyes went wide as she stared at you. "Are you sleeping with him too?"

"No, no, I—" Before you could correct her that you had never slept with Heeseung and surely never would, she interjected.

"Girl, you need to get ooooon that!" She giggled, snapping her fingers at the bartender for his attention, digging around in her purse for her card. "Excuse me, Mr. Bartender! Can we get two green tea shots over here?" She plopped down on the seat next to you, scooting in closer. "When I tell you it was the best dick of my lifeeee girlfriend, you better believe it."

You were suddenly so glad that this oversharing, drunk mess was giving you such valueable intel. You felt like a spy, gathering information on the enemy through sly thinking and a silver tongue. Granted, anything would probably sound cool to her in the state she was in. And you didn't even try, but who were you to deny blackmail material? You could always ues a leg up on Heeseung. You leaned on one elbow, suddenly incredibly intrigued. "Oh really?" You smiled as best you could. "You're kidding."

"No way!" The two shots slid before you. "He's got like, a third leg, I'm telling you!"

"I want all of the details." Normally you wouldn't want to hear a thing about Heeseung’s sex life, but this opportunity had fallen right into your lap. Who were you not to take it? Plus, your mind was still spinning with thoughts of him in his compression tee, and the fact he even went clubbing in the first place. Suddenly you were more than curious to know about every aspect of Heeseung you had been missing out on.

"Take the shot with me and I'll tell you everything!"

You couldn't say no to that, and anything for the mission. Glasses up, and you felt the sharp burn travel down your throat and into the pit of your stomach. Bringing your face back to neutral, you turned to your new friend. "Spill."

"Ok, so," she leaned in closer, mouth next to your ear. "We hooked up in the bathroom here like a year— wait, was it two years?— ago. Oh my god, when I tell you, I'd do anything for another go. Unfortunately I've got this situationship with a guy named Harry— don't ever go for guys with H names, I'm telling you, they'll fuck you up."

"Like Heeseung?" You tried to get her back on track.

"Oh he'd be in a good way!" She laughed. "I don't know actually. It was a one night thing. Never even got his number. Can you give it to me? Wait. Never mind. Harry wouldn't like that."

"I don't know, bathroom fucks don't sound the greatest." Damn did she seem to wander in conversation.

"Oh my God, I know right? Usually it's so nasty— but girl, when I tell you, he was nastier. He was an absolute freak!" She sighed, tapping on her empty shot glass and waving to the bartender again for refills. "I wish Harry were that freaky sometimes. I mean, he tries, but still."

"What do you mean, freak?" Heeseung? A freak? The dude probably was as vanilla as you could get! You remembered when your moms gave you the talk together, and how red his face got.

Her eyes lit up. "Absolute freak! Fucking rough, in all the right ways. It's so hard to come across big dick that's actually good, y'know? Like humongous, like, girth of a coke can, almost! I felt like I was going to die choking on that, y'know what I mean? And the mouth on him, Jesus!"

"Good to know he reciprocates, I guess," you shrugged, reaching for your new green tea shot as it was placed in front of you. This girl was a blessing in disguise spilling these nasty details to a stranger, but it was so much you definitely needed more liquor to get through it.

"Oh girl, he reciprocates. And that boy is a talker." She downed her shot, and you did the same. "I've never heard a guy talk like that outside of porn."

You felt like your heard was about to explode. Heeseung, a yapper in bed? The most you had ever heard a guy say was "Do you like that, baby?" To which you'd simply nodded and checked the time to see if you'd be able to make it home in time to binge your TV show. Heeseung couldn't even say the word "fuck" until he was 14. What on Earth had he been spewing?

"This sounds a bit hard to believe." You felt your cheeks warm up, knowing a rosy flush would soon overtake your face.

"I don't blame you. But I am giving out the recommendation," she snickered. "He's a bit mean though, fair warning. I thought he would be all sweet but, boy, did he throw me for a loop!"

"Mean how?"

She asked the bartender for another refill and nudged the shot to you. You were a little hesitant. One lemon drop and three shots already in such a short amount of time? You hadn't drunk like this in years.

"C'mon, last round I promise! It's all on me. All of my roommates are so sick of me talking about it again and again all this time. They heard all the juicy deets over and over again. They said if I mention it even one more time they're locking me out of my apartment. But good dick is so hard to come by, of course anyone would obsess over it!" She huffed, sliding the glass closer to you. "And you're soooo pretty. You deserve good dick. We all do."

Well, a free drink is a free drink.

You took the last shot, the buzz amplifying as you felt yourself loosen up and relax more. The burn in the pit of your stomach encouraged your endeavor. You looked at the girl, her pretty face squealing with delight as she felt the alcohol course through her veins. "Where are your friends, anyways?"

"Oh, I'm here with Abby, but she's over there sucking face." She pointed behind her, and lo and behold, you finally figured out where Sunghoon had went.

"Oh, I know that guy."

"Do you? Is he nice?"

"I can't really say, honestly. I don't know him that well. He's one of Heeseung’s friends." You circled your finger around the rim of the glass, eyeing her. "How mean are we talking?"

Her smile stretched from ear to ear. "Evil."

A large hand appeared from behind you, and you spun around to see Heeseung’s sweaty form. Your newly discovered weakness. Now-Drunk-You was barely keeping it together enough to keep Sober-You's dignity intact. He looked too damn good in his dark jeans, white tank, and black jacket. The silver chain he often wore only brought your attention to his sweaty neck. Your mind was flooded with the new information you had received, and you couldn't help but laugh in his face out of the sheer ridiculousness of it and nervousness.

He cocked his head to the side, studying your face. His eyes darted between the empty glasses and your lidded eyes. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Oh, pshh, this is nothing. I used to do this all the time." You slid the glasses further away from you, as though that would hide the evidence. "I believe you know my new friend, here."

Your friend waved her hand, giggling. "Hiiii Hee."

He gave her a warm smile. Not one that said he had railed her in a nearby bathroom, apparently. Maybe she had made everything up? Gotten your Heeseung mixed up with some sex deity you desperately needed to meet? "Hi Layla."

"Met your new girl, here. She's fun!"

"She's my roommate," Heeseung corrected, and for some reason you didn't like it. Was he interested in hooking up with Layla again? She clearly was down.

Layla looked at you, eyes widened. "Roommate? Girl, I could never! How do you—"

You interrupted her, not wanting her to finish her sentence. It wasn't one you trusted yourself to answer honestly at the moment. Instead you pointed to where Sunghoon and Abby were. "Look, your friend is busy sucking face with her friend."

"So he is," Heeseung hummed, eyes diverting back to you. "You all good?"

"Yeah, yeah!" You tried to focus on him. His pretty eyes looked so concerned. You felt so much more affection toward him when you were drunk. You were tempted to pull him in by the chain and pinch his cheeks the way you did when you were kids. "Where have you been?"

"Dancing. I was waiting for you to join."

"Fiiine I'll come." You hopped up from your seat and turned to Layla. "Thank you so much for the drinks. It was lovely meeting you."

"Byeee girlfriend. If he doesn't take you home I will," she winked. You were tempted to take her up on that offer. 

Without thinking you grabbed Heeseung’s hand, pulling him into the crowd. Whether he was shocked by your action or not, you didn't know. You danced and held your arms up, feeling the alcohol loosen your movements and occasionally bumping into others. You eventually spied Jay and Jake tearing it up on the dance floor, greeting you with cheerful smiles and hyping you up. You were drunk enough to welcome it, spinning around and cheering Heeseung on too as you spotted him moving along with the music.

He was actually doing pretty good, incorporating footwork and everything in the little dancing room he had. The most you were really able to do well was sway your hips to the beat.

"I didn't know you could dance!" When the two of you were forced to go to homecoming together he was always stepping on your toes. Granted, you stepped on his toes first, and on purpose, so perhaps he had only been doing it as a form of payback.

"Seems like there's a lot you don't know." God, his voice sounded so sexy right in your ear like that. You knew he didn't think anything of the forced proximity, it being a necessity with how loud the crowd and music was, but still. You were going weak at the knees. 

 You scoffed, almost to yourself. "Yeah... no kidding."

Unfortunately for many others, there was a very particular type of drunk you were. The wander-drunk. Before long you were finding the crowd suffocating to be in, and your heels were starting to give you blisters. Making your way upstairs to get a little bit more quiet, you crashed on one of the couches, the area much more vacant save for some people making out. Gross. You can't believe Heeseung hooked up here of all places. And in a nasty ass bathroom? Disgusting. Maybe he really was a horndog.

You shouldn't have been surprised when Heeseung followed after you, sitting down much too close for your mental well being. 

You felt much friendlier to him now, giggling as you caught your breath and sticking your finger in his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against the tip. "Gonna follow me in the bathroom too?"

"Layla told you a lot, huh?"

"Pshh." You pull your finger back and looked away, not wanting to be reminded of everything she told you. "Girl's a yapper."

"What'd she tell you?"

You side-eyed him, a smirk creeping up on your lips. "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?"

He rolled his eyes. "I would, in fact. Seems like it was about me."

"She saw us walk in together. Told me you two hooked up." You crossed your arms. "Told me a lot, actually."

He grinned. "All good things, I bet."

You felt your cheeks flare up further, and try to fight back the booze to keep your sanity in check. "Oh, that's what you assume, huh? She was telling me you sucked, actually."

"Now I know for a fact she didn't say that."

You faced him, brows furrowed. "How do you know that?"

He shrugged, that smug ass grin on his face only spreading wider. "I just do."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, and roll your eyes you did. "God, you men are all the same. You think your dick is gold and it's the best anyone ever had, and you're just a god in bed! Most of you guys can't even find the clit with GPS. You know most women fake it, right? Just to get it over with?"

He chuckled a little. "I've never had a girl fake it, trust me."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Little Lee Heeseung was actually bragging about his sex prowess, right to your face.  You glared at him, leaning closer to see if you could scrutinize the lies coming out of his mouth.

"Bullshit." You shook your head, trying not to let your imagination wander. "Every girl fakes it at some point. Statistically it had to happen with you, especially if you're having random hookups at a club of all places."

"Why, have you faked it?"

"Duh." You said it as though it were obvious.

Heeseung let out a breath of air at that. "You know what, makes a lot of sense, actually."

You shot up at that, feeling offended for some reason. "Excuse you?"

He side-eyed you, a knowing look on his face. "Why you're so uptight. You've never gotten good dick before, have you?"

You felt as though someone had shot you, only able to look at him with a stunned, paralyzed expression. Who was this man, and what had he done with the dweeby, goody, Lee Heeseung you had known for over two years?

"Are you drunk?" you blurted out, shocked that he was speaking so brazenly about this.

"No. I'm DD, remember?" His hand came up to touch your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin against his palm. The action seemed so tender, so intimate. "You're pretty tipsy, though, it seems."

You can't decide if you want to lean in or jolt away from his touch, seemingly frozen. "I'm... a little drunk."

He snickered a bit at that. "I'm sure. What's going on in that head of yours?"

You realized you must've still looked stunned. "I might say something I'll regret."

That seemed to take him by surprise. He cocked his head, confused. "Why would you regret it?"

Because it would mean throwing away years of pride over a moment that will inevitably seem so embarrassingly stupid in the morning. 

You quickly leaned back out of his touch, not wanting him to feel more blood rush to your cheeks. "I-I don't know. I always say stupid shit when drunk."

"You say stupid shit when sober, too," he laughed. "Besides, drunk words are sober thoughts."

You couldn't let your drunk words or sober thoughts let him know how badly you wanted to find out if Layla had been telling the truth or not. That he was an absolute freak. With a huge cock that he knew how to use. Who spewed nasty shit in her ear as he railed her in some dirty club bathroom. That he was super fucking mean... apparently. Not that it interested you. 

Your mouth instead opened and closed like a fish, unable to process the moment or what you wanted to say that would not end in your horrific demise.

Were you actually wanting Heeseung? No, no way. Layla had gotten into your head, plied you with booze, and sent you to a possible metaphorical wolf. Your drunk mouth could not be trusted at this moment. 

Heeseung brushed a lock from your face, puzzled as to what had you so silent for once. He figured when drunk you'd be spilling your guts out about any and everything, just like Layla. "Are you wanting to go home already?"

You were tempted to say no, as going home with Heeseung would mean you were alone together, and you weren't in a state to not jump on him. But then you remembered your sole reason for being here, and since the club was apparently a dangerous place for Heeseung to find pussy, it was probably best you called it a night to end any possibility of him getting laid. For your own sake of getting sleep, of course. Not for your sanity or anything.

You nodded, following Heeseung downstairs as he told his friends you were both heading home (despite their protests), and helping you into the car. Your walk wasn't nearly as straight, though the heels weren't helping, and you were looking a lot more drunk than you had initially thought. Heeseung buckled your seatbelt for you, and you couldn't help but stare him as he sang softly to the music on the radio, the city lights flashing across his face as he drove you two home.

You couldn't stop ogling at him, and blatantly at that. His long fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he drove with one hand. His thighs were spread like a meal before you, and you couldn't help but let your gaze zero in on his crotch. Was his dick really as big as Layla said? Nearly the girth of a coke can? How was that possible? She was definitely exaggerating. And he was mean? How mean? You never had a thing for nice guys, and Heeseung was about as nice as they come. Not usually that nice to you, but still. You couldn't imagine him saying anything meaner than what he already says when you're in one of your spats with him. And during sex? What could he possibly say?

How were you being bombarded with all this new information? You knew everything about him. He liked to eat boiled eggs without eating the yolks. He used to be able to belch the alphabet in your ear just to piss you off. How did you not know he had a tree trunk for a dick sitting between his legs? You squint at the crotch of his jeans, wondering if you could make out an outline of a bulge beneath the fabric.

Fuck, you weren't going to stop thinking about this. What would it be like to suck him off... hypothetically speaking? Layla overshared she was practically choking on him. Was he a head pusher? Would he force you to take it down your throat, be super mean and degrading as he teased you for barely being able to fit him? Would he be even meaner to get back at you for all the trouble you had caused him over the years? Would he laugh as he watched you cry, trying to force yourself down to the base to please him? What would he sound like when the tip finally hit the back of your throat? Would he whimper or let out a deep groan? Would he trap your head between his bulging thighs to keep you locked on him until your eyes rolled back and you ran out of air?

Fuck fuck fuck! Your mind was being filled with  all the possibilities. You couldn't be thinking about this! Absolutely not! You hated Heeseung. You knew him forever, how you could you be thinking about sucking his dick? How could you be thinking, at this very moment, of possibly begging him to let you have a taste of it and suck him off in the car just so you could get it out of your system?

Absolutely not! The sheer thought of him knowing that was absolutely mortifying!

"What're you staring at?"

Your eyes popped back up to Heeseung’s, who was giving you a sideways glance, his humming ceased. 

"Your jeans," you stammered out, trying to act cool.

"What about them?"

"...They're ugly. Burn them. " That was a lie, they looked scarily good on him. Let you see how thick his thighs really were. It was the best you could come up with, though. Better than the "take them off" that was about to spew from your lips. 

Heeseung grunted, looking back at the road. "'Course you'd say that. Guess you're sobering up. That's good at least."

You let out a breath at your quick save, forcing yourself to look at the road too. You were just drunk and having silly horny thoughts, clearly. This was nothing. You were sure that when morning came you'd have all thoughts of Heeseung being anything other than a pest out of your mind.

—

You kneeled before Heeseung, a whimper on your lips as he cockily smirked down at you, legs spread on the sofa chair to accommodate your space between them. He looked like a king, leaning back and tilting his head with a teasing expression. Like he knew exactly what you wanted, and now he was just dangling the carrot on the stick, tormenting you.

"C'mon, say it again."

You swallowed hard, eyes flying between his tantalizing crotch and his wicked expression. "Can I..." You licked your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry. "Can I please suck your dick?"

"Oh? You wanna suck it?" He laughed cruelly, shaking his head. "Why should I let you? You've been nothing but a bitch to me for years."

"I know, I just," you took in a sharp breath. "Just need it. I can't stop thinking about it. Need to get it out of my system."

"Hm, I'm not sure." He cocked his head to the side, considering it. His eyes scanned your pathetic state in front of him. "Shouldn't give brats what they want. Might give them the wrong idea."

"Please! At least... at least let me see it." You stared at his crotch ravenously, curiosity eating at you. Maybe even a glimpse would be enough to satiate you and put the issue to bed. Quietly, you asked, "Please let me see it?"

"Mmm, you sound so sweet when you beg. You're so nice when you want something."

You nodded furiously, desperate for anything he can give you. "I'll be good. I promise. I'll do whatever you want."

"Yeah? I don't feel like being nice to you, though, princess. Think you can handle that?"

Your mouth began to water, watching his legs spread a little wider. "Yes, I want it. Want you to be mean."

"You gonna choke on it?"

Nod.

"You wanna gag and drool all over yourself while you do it?"

You sharply inhaled. "Yes, please."

"I'm real big, princess. You sure you know what you're signing up for?"

"Yes! Please please please just let me suck your dick. I can't take it any more!" You felt like you were going to cry already from his teasing.

He smirked, shaking his head with disbelief at your desperation. You had no idea what you just signed up for. "Hm, if you say so. Go ahead and take it out, then."

You shuffled closer between his legs all too eagerly, mouth now watering with the thought of being able to finally taste him. With shaky hands you reached up for his zipper, tugging down the same jeans you had called hideous. Yanking down the Calvin Klein briefs, you almost jumped back as his cock sprung to life in front of your face, far bigger than you had anticipated or ever taken before. He was huge, with a dick that looked like it should only exist in brutal porn links on Twitter.

"Mm, don't be shy, baby." Heeseung tangled his hands in your hair, roughly pulling you closer to it. He stroked his cock a bit, smacking it against your lips and cheeks, laughing at how you screwed your eyes shut and tried to turn away. He didn't let you, keeping you in place as he further degraded you. "Don't run from it. Begged so much to even see it. Are you going to choke on it like you promised?"

You nodded, taking it in your hands, surprised when your fingertips barely meet. Layla was right about his girth, and you couldn't help but feel a sting between your legs at the mere prospect of it. You give out a small kitten lick at the tip, circling your tongue around it and looking up at him for approval.

He seemed almost... bored, looking at you with an unimpressed expression. "C'mon, is that all you've got? You're putting me to sleep here."

Determined, you opened your mouth and took him in, trying to run your tongue along the underside of his cock as you took the first few inches in your mouth.

He cocked his head to the side, his face still the same. "You're still not impressing me, princess."

You took him in further, bobbing your head as you slowly lowered an inch or two more, feeling him fill up your throat. You quickened your pace, spit coating the shaft of his cock as you used your other hands to twist up and down the base where your lips weren't meeting, trying to milk the cum out. You tasted the pre-cum from the tip of his dick, and moaned at the taste, delighted. Choking on him, you buried your head as close to his groin as you could before popping back up for air, taking in greedy gasps before diving back in on his dick. You pumped furiously, now only needing one hand as you sunk your mouth deeper and deeper on him, already gagging as you tried to get the tip to reach the back of your throat. 

You typically prided yourself on your head, but Heeseung was proving to be a real challenge.

"Mm, that's it. You're fucking dick-hungry, aren't you? Been obsessing over this, huh? Desperate little slut."

You looked up at him with watery eyes as you suctioned your lips, your tongue moving underneath as you tried to stroke him along with the rest of your mouth. He gave a slight smirk, as though amused by the sight of you making a mess of yourself on his dick. Your spit was running down to your hand and his shaft, down his balls and over his lap into the cushions. It also dribbled down your face, running down your chin and coating the white top you wore until it was near transparent, giving him a clear view of your tits beneath. You didn't care, though, repeatedly bobbing your head to go deeper, prying yourself off to gather your breath before going in for more, as though his dick were more important than air. It absolutely was.

He chuckled at your struggle. "You just couldn't resist a big dick, huh? You really are so easy."

You gagged around him, your throat constricting as your hands grabbed onto his thighs, holding you in place as you tried to get your nose to reach his pelvis. He grunted, hand tightening in your hair and making your scalp sting with delicious pain.

"You're so cute like this. But you're still not quite there." He flashed his teeth, canines glinting in the light. "Do you need some help?"

Without waiting for your answer he pushed your head down, forcing his cock to spear into the back of your throat and pressing your nose against him. Your lips suctioned around the base as you gagged around him more, chin against his balls as he finally forced you to take all of him in. You gagged again, and he moaned at the feeling of your throat spasming around the tip and shaft of his cock, a deep groan leaving his lips as he felt you struggle around him. You blinked the tears up away as you looked up at him pleadingly, and you felt his dick twitch inside of your mouth.

"Fuuuck that's it, now you're being a good slut." He let your mouth rise a few inches before slamming down again, enjoying the feeling of you choking on him, your nails scratching against his denim-clad thighs, unable to get a good grip. "Knew this dumb mouth was good for something. Just needed to be filled."

His ass lifted from the seat as he pushes his hips further into your face, meanly circling his hips to stretch your lips out, laughing as you gagged at the sensation. You felt like your mouth was going to split at the corners with his girth. "Maybe with enough training you can be a good cock-sucking whore. I might actually wanna use this hole again."

He yanked you off his cock, a string of spit connecting the tip to your lips as you gasped and sputtered, chest heaving as you tried desperately to fill your lungs.

"That's enough air." You didn't get enough warning before he's slamming his cock down your throat again, rubbing your face into his lap from side to side to make sure he can feel the walls of your throat properly. Your nails raked down his thighs again as he buried himself as deep as possible in you, wanting you to feel every inch that he forced you to take. Heeseung laughed again, holding eye contact with your determined glare. "What's that look for? You were so desperate for it earlier. Begged for a taste."

Heeseung pulled you back by the hair again, enjoying the sight of your mascara running down your face already from the tears, your shirt covered in drool. His cock was shiny from spit, twitching and beckoning to you for more. Your face was flushed from the lack of air, and you were breathing hard, glaring up at him. He tilted his head, hand detangling from your hair to grab your spit covered chin, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at his amused gaze. He gathered the spit from your chin, letting it spread out on his palm before cruelly rubbing your face with it, smearing your makeup and humiliating you further. "You're just so cute. Are you giving up already?"

"No." You were barely able to cough it out, your voice raspy from your throat being used.

"Aw, you look so determined." He mocked you with a belittling pout. He pulled your face under his cock and pressed your lips against his balls, shoving your head in with a rough push. "Suck."

You took one of his balls in your mouth, licking at the sack and sucking one into your mouth, roving your tongue over it. His cock rested against your face, and his hand returned to the back of your head, forcing you to breathe him in as you licked away. 

"Fuck, that's it, give them attention too. Good sluts don't forget." With his spare hand he reached for his dick, stroking it with the newly-added lubrication of your spit, his hand twisting much like yours had. His fist repeatedly hit the top of your head as he jerked his cock, like he was trying to force your face to press deeper and lower against his balls. "You like being beneath me? This is where you belong. Sucking my dick like you're meant for it. Can't bitch at me with that bratty mouth now."

You lapped at him more eagerly, wanting to convey how much you agreed. He snickered at that. 

"You're such a good slut. Maybe you can become one of my favorites. Would you like that?" He stood up now, shoving down the rest of his pants and underwear and stepping out of them, dragging you by the hair to straighten your back and keep your face level with his cock. He smacked your mouth with his palm, as though he were trying to wake you up. "Open."

You obediently did so, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Heeseung slapped the tip against it a few times, smirking at how obedient you were to his every command. He plunged back inside, slamming his hips back against your face. The man was so forceful, so rough, using you like you were nothing more than a sex toy for him to spill his load into. And you loved it. God, you loved it. The way heat was churning up in your belly with each passing grunt that left his lips, or that deep groan every time he bottomed out into your throat, forcing you to nuzzle your chin against his balls to take him impossibly deeper? It was heaven, unreal actually. You couldn't help but press your thighs together, desperate for relief, knowing you were creaming in your panties right now.

"You fucking like being used. Wanted be my whore so bad. So fucking desperate for a taste and to gag on my dick— you're fucking pathetic." He fell back on the chair, taking you with him as you continued to sputter around him, the walls of your throat massaging his cock and pushing him closer to the edge. "Can't believe you get off on this. Just another slut for me to use, huh? Gave me all that attitude because you wanted me to fuck you stupid like the whore you are, isn't that right? Just needed a fat fucking cock to choke on."

Heeseung wrapped his legs around your head, bulging, muscular thighs squeezing around your throat as he crossed his calves and pulled you closer, trapping you at the base of his cock with nowhere to go. Your lips suctioned around the base, drool dripping out from the corners of your lips as you salivated on him. He pulled your head up and down, only letting you up an inch as you gurgled over his cock over and over again, the sloppy, lewd sounds loud and pornographic. Your eyes started to roll back, blood rushing to your face as he choked you with his thighs and his dick, his smug, shit-eating grin being the only thing you could see now.

"Fuuuck, you might actually make me cum. Who knew a brain-dead slut like you could actually be good at something?" His mean laugh echoed in your ears as he used both hands tangled in your locks to guide you, your throat nothing to a fleshlight to repeatedly squeeze around him now. You were starting to get light headed, the edges of your vision darkening. "Gonna ruin you. You're so obsessed with my dick already it's pathetic. Would let me do anything, I bet. Just begged me to use you like you were actually mine, fuck."

You felt yourself going weak, vision tunneling in on Heeseung as he held you down as deep as he could, nose smashed against his pelvis, pre-cum flowing down your spasming throat as you did your best to swallow around him. Your eyes were now actually rolling back as Heeseung suffocated you on his cock, all of your senses being filled with only him, lashes fluttering as your eyes began to shut, your consciousness slipping away.

At the very last second he pulled you off of him, and your legs were jelly, unable to support yourself as you crumbled onto the floor. Oxygen practically slammed back into your lungs, your dotted vision slowly reappearing as Heeseung climbed over you, thighs straddling either side of your head as he stroked his glistening cock in front of your face. He bit his lip, gnawing at the flesh as he jerked quicker and quicker, watching you pant and writhe beneath him, looking already so, so broken.

He ran his hand through his hair, a breathless smile on his face as he admired his work so far. "Fuck, if I knew you were this slutty from the get go I would've fucked your mouth the first day we moved in. Probably sooner."

Heeseung pressed his cock against your face, pressing his palm down on it so you could feel the full length of him against your cheek and forehead. His cock was so big that his balls rested on your chin and his tip reached above your hairline. He rolled his hips, humping against you, watching the spit on his cock further rub in and ruin your makeup, your mascara having tracked its way down your cheeks already. The act felt so humiliating, and his eyes lit up with sadistic pleasure as he watched you whimper at the feeling.

"Mm, you're so pretty like this. Give it a kiss. Show how grateful you are to be used by me."

You tilted your head slightly, pressing your lips against the shaft to give it a small kiss, wanting to curl in on yourself as his demeaning laugh reached your ears. You felt so ashamed, and yet so excited, like you yourself were wondering how far he could push past your limits.

"You're such a little freak," he whispered, watching you close your eyes and part your lips at the sensation of him getting off using your face. You were lost in it. Lost in him, wanting nothing more than for him to use you for his own pleasure. "Nasty little slut. Meant to be broken. What happened to all that attitude, baby? I didn't even have to fuck it out of you, did I? Just had to stuff my dick in this bratty mouth of yours to make you finally shut the fuck up."

You weakly nodded, missing his warmth as he pulled back to let his dick hover above you again, his big hand twisting and jerking around it as he stroked himself to completion. You reached your hands up to wrap around him, wanting to help him finish, but he slapped them away, pinning them above your head and stroking faster. You whined at his restriction, his smirk cruel as he watched you suffer from your helplessness, unable to touch him any more.

"Tell me who you belong to," he moaned, gaze hard on your face as though that would pin you to the floor more than his hand. "Tell me whose slut you are, who gets to use you from now on."

"You," you gasped. "You, Heeseung."

"Good girl." His cock twitched, balls clenching as the first few spurts of cum escaped the tip, coating your face. His hand increased in speed, milking every last drop onto you, watching as you became covered in him. You tried to turn your face to the side, away from it, but he roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to feel every drop. "No running from it. This is what you begged for. You wanted to be owned."

Letting go of his length, he rubbed his spit-covered palm hard over your face, smearing the cum into the skin and already ruined makeup, making you into a further mess. He scooped some with his thumb to collect it and smear it across your lips, letting you finally get a proper taste. "You're mine now. Even when you hate me, you want me."

He stuck his cum-covered fingers into your mouth, letting you suck and hum with satisfaction. Heeseung smirked at your fucked-out expression, covered in his cum and absolutely ruined because of him. "You've never looked prettier than this, princess."

And then you came.

— 

You shot upright in bed, covered in sweat, feeling it everywhere. On your forehead, down your back, between your thighs, truly everywhere. Your legs trembled and shook beneath the sheets as you quickly kicked them off, horrified of the wet spot you saw and felt beneath your shorts.

There was no way. There was absolutely no way you just came from a wet dream about sucking Heeseung’s dick.

You jumped out, quickly yanking at the sheets as if you were getting rid of evidence of a dead body. You looked over to your clock. 4:32 AM. The alcohol had made you knock the fuck out as soon as you got home, but clearly it was also responsible for that fucked up dream you just had. Gathering the sheets in your arms, you quickly rushed towards the washer, mind spinning with images of that vivid dream you just had.

It felt so real. Every touch, every press of skin against skin, it felt like you could actually still feel it. Still-frames flashed across your mind. Heeseung’s smug as smile as you begged for a taste of his cock. His thick thighs enveloping around your neck and squeezing, forcing you to take all of him. Him smearing his cum into your face after stroking his cock against it and marking you. His nasty, vile words as he degraded you the entire time.

How the fuck had your twisted mind come up with all of this imagery?

You dumped the sheets into the washer, pouring in some laundry detergent before turning it on. It was so fucking loud. You prayed Real-Heeseung hadn't been woken up by whatever moan or scream you had let out when you woke up from the wet dream. It was such a small apartment, he might even wake up from the sound of just the washer.

Your eyes slowly drifted towards his bedroom door, the wooden barrier taunting you with what you knew hid behind it.

You were so tempted to open it up, climb into Heeseung’s bed and suck his dick for real this time. 

No no no! Stop it! Your horny brain could not be trusted right ow, especially after a dream like that. 

You had to do something about this. If you went to bed again who knew what sort of fucked up shit you'd dream up of the man you swore you hated for practically your entire life.

You searched in your room for any paper, but came up with nothing. You had rid yourself of most of your old materials pretty much immediately after graduating. It wasn't until you looked to the coffee table in the living room, at the neat stack of college-bound, spiral notebooks, that you found your solution. Heeseung always liked to study here, his gaming equipment taking up too much space his desk, and you knew the notebooks up top were the ones he used most recently and regularly. Surely he wouldn't mind you borrowing one of the older ones from a class he's already passed?

You reached for the bottom-most book and yanked it out, flipping through the pages of Heeseung’s neat handwriting until you finally come across the first open page.

Grabbing a nearby pencil, listening to the racketing of your shitty ass washing machine, you began to write. While it's still fresh on your mind, you wrote down every sordid detail from beginning to end, letting your writing utensil fly across the page as you poured out every piece of imagery that flooded your mind and flooded between your legs. All of it, from how you begged to every nasty thing he did to you, from choking you between his thighs, rubbing his cum in your face, and suffocating you on his cock enough for you to almost pass out. You felt your blood finally start to simmer down to a much more manageable temperature with every letter, your coping strategies doing wonders for your cortisol levels.

It isn't until you scribble the very last part that you hear a door creak open.

Bleary eyed and sleepy, Heeseung stepped out, his brows furrowed as he sees you crouched in front of the coffee table. "What're you doing up?"

Your gaze flew to the clock on the microwave. 5 AM, Heeseung’s usual wake up time. Figured even a night out wouldn't stop him from his typically routine. 

Your eyes repeatedly darted between his face and the shorts he slept in, your mouth unconsciously watering despite yourself. Fuck, he looked so good with his mussed up bed head and lidded eyes. It didn't help that you had the image of Dream-Hee’s dick seared in your brain, and you couldn't help but wonder how it compared to the real thing. Catching yourself, though, you force your eyes back on his face, not wanting to be caught blatantly staring the way you were last night.

"Oh, Heeseung! You're up early."

"I always get up at this time." His eyes narrowed, mind trying to process the fact you were too. "The question is, why are you?"

"Oh, guess the alcohol made me wake up early. Can't go to bed," you nervously chuckled, holding the book behind your back in hopes he wouldn't notice.

"So you're doing... laundry?" His eyes go to your loud ass washing machine, still rattling with your soaked sheets inside.

"Thought I'd take a page out of your book and be productive in the morning!" You quickly explained.

He eyed you suspiciously. "What's in your hand?"

"Oh, this? It's just..." You finally look at what Heeseung wrote on the bright, red cover. "Calculus 2?"

"You're reading my Calc notes at 5 in the morning?"

"Just because I'm done with school doesn't mean I'm done learning!" 

"You didn't even have to take Calculus 1. You were a Psychology major." 

"Don't you have a morning run to go on?" you huffed, irritated with his constant questioning. "You missed out on your 'cardio' last night, remember?"

He cocked his head, confused. "No I didn't. I went out dancing. That's basically cardio."

Oh...

Well now you felt stupid. 

You looked away, hoping he couldn't see the shame and embarrassment on your face, knowing you were bullshitting. You were afraid that if he looked at you too long, he'd see exactly what was going on in your head. "You should still go out for a run. Don't need you getting lazy."

He rolled his eyes, shuffling back to his room. "Whatever."

You let out a breath of air and finally let your tense shoulders loosen.

That was a close one.

—

You really thought that would be the end of it. So you had one, absolutely crazy, unrealistic dream about Heeseung railing your mouth. So what? Surely it would never happen again. You had gotten it out of your system by writing all of it out. It's not like that would ever even happen like that. Clearly you had taken the details Layla had given you and ran with them, making Heeseung out to be a mean, cruel, demented sex-god in your imagination. No one could ever live up to that fantasy, least of all a nerd like Heeseung. There was no way you saw Lee Heeseung as anything besides the dweeb you grew up to despise.

And you were truly despising him this moment, squirming as you banged against the bathroom door, in desperate need of relief.

"Come on, Heeseung! You've been in there forever, you're done showering! Some of us have to actually pee, you know." God, you reallllly didn't want to head all the way downstairs and use the lobby bathroom. Damn this place for only having one.

"Just a second, hold your tits," he piped back.

You scowled, slamming your fist against the door again. Heeseung always took showers for what seemed like forever, steaming up the small room and soaking the bathmat when he got out. You're about to hurl an insult when the door opens, revealing Heeseung through a steamy mist that clouded the room.

And he was half naked.

Your gaze automatically explored the newly revealed skin to you, every muscle in his abdomen well defined. His chest was much broader to match his shoulders, waist practically nothing as it led down to the v-shape between his hips, disappearing beneath a towel. His body was wet, glistening from the hot shower and steam, every muscle shining and glistening as though he were covered in oil. You stared down at the towel, now all too aware that he was completely naked beneath, and if weak little fitted scrap were to fall, you'd have a full view of his dick.

You had seen Heeseung shirtless countless times. At the pool, at the beach. But back then he had noodle arms and a little boy's body. He looked nothing like that any more. He had completely filled out, a man before your eyes.

Heeseung quirked a brow at your staring, confused by your blank expression. "Didn't you need to pee?"

Your empty head was then reminded of what you had come there for in the first place, and as much as you'd like to further ogle Heeseung’s lean, perfect build, the pressure of your bladder reminded you there were much more urgent matters. You did your best to twist your face into a scowl again, bumping into him purposefully as you enter the bathroom. "Move."

Slamming the door behind you, you finally were able to pee. Washing your hands and wiping the fogged up mirror, you internally cringed at how brazenly you checked out Heeseung.  Fuck, hopefully he didn't think anything of it. But what could he expect when he was practically naked in front of you? Don't people usually carry their change of clothes into the bathroom with them for after?

Fuck... if only the towel dropped...

You were sickeningly reminded of the dream from prior, and find yourself reaching for his body wash, still dewy and wet. You popped it open, letting the fragrance hit your nose. Fuck, you were being such a creep right now. But it smelled so much like Heeseung, with that manly, woody scent that now covered your apartment and drove you crazy.

You heard a knock on your front door, followed by Heeseung’s, "I'll get it!"

You exited the bathroom, seeing Sunghoon walk in. Heeseung had already changed into clothes (unfortunately), wearing blue jeans and a hoodie to combat your blasting AC, but his hair was still wet as he ran a towel over it. Sunghoon smiled at you as he entered, giving a small wave. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hi Sunghoon." Sunghoon was an attractive man, no doubt, with supermodel features and physique that rivaled Heeseung’s. It was no wonder he was able to pull girls so easily when clubbing. "Sorry we didn't get to say goodbye the other night. You seemed a bit preoccupied."

"Oh, yeah, she was cool."

You tilted your head, squinting your eyes. "What was her name?"

"Um..." He glanced over at Heeseung for help. "Amy?"

"Abby," you corrected for him. 

"Right! Abby." He smiled at Heeseung knowingly. "She's Layla's friend, right?"

"Dude, shut up," Heeseung grunted, tossing his wet towel in Sunghoon face.

Sunghoon cackled boisterously, bunching the towel up. "What? Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of your little roomie?"

"It's fine, I know more than I should." It accidentally slipped out, and both boys give you a look that made you regret it. Sunghoon’s was one of keen interest, whereas Heeseung’s was one of mild shock.

"Oh?" A mischievous smile slipped onto Sunghoon’s face. "How much do you know?"

"They hooked up," you said simply, careful not to give away what sordid details Layla had given. You did not want Heeseung to find out about how you pried for details about how dirty his mouth was and how he had a generous appendage.

"That's all?" He seemed almost disappointed. "Yeah, Heeseung’s entered his manwhore phase. I'm so proud."

"Shut up, dude," Heeseung said again, shoving Sunghoon’s shoulder. "It was a one time thing and you know it. And I'll never be as bad as you, even if I tried."

Sunghoon let out a low whistle at Heeseung’s irritation. "Look who's getting so defensive. Trying to save face in front of your girlfriend?"

"Not my girlfriend," Heeseung corrected. "Just don't need you getting in her head and giving her more ammo to use against me."

That was a very you thing to do.

Sunghoon’s grin widened, "So you wouldn't mind if I took her on a date, would you?"

The look Heeseung shot Sunghoon’s way could only be described as lethal, a sharp glare accompanied with a tense jaw. Clearly Sunghoon had succeeded in getting under Heeseung’s skin. "Y/N wouldn't be interested in you."

"Oh really?" Sunghoon quirked a brow. "I think she can answer for herself."

Both men looked to you, and you're suddenly frozen from being put on the spot. You hadn't anticipated being put between the two of them, their attention wholly focused on your answer. The truth was you probably would've jumped on Sunghoon in any other circumstance, but he was Heeseung’s friend, and clearly Heeseung didn't seem to keen on the idea of you sleeping with him. Besides, your head had been filled so much with Heeseung recently, you weren't sure if there was room for anyone else. 

Letting out a nervous chuckle, you glanced between the two. "This seems a bit tense," you said, diverting from the question, not wanting to directly answer.

"Don't listen to him. He's just being a dick for the sake of it," Heeseung grunted, shrugging off his hoodie and tossing it onto the living room sofa. "Go to the car already if you want us to make it before the dinner rush. Otherwise that waitress you like so much will be too busy."

Sunghoon slid out from his seat, giving you a small smirk. He probably took it as a good sign you didn't directly reject him. "Call me if you want to take me up on my offer, Y/N. I can show you a good time."

He exited your apartment, leaving you alone with Heeseung, who still seemed strangely heated. His glare now turned to you, gritting his teeth. He probably was upset that you didn't directly reject Sunghoon. Offended, he asked, "Is he your type or something?"

Clearly he wasn't planning on letting this go just yet. You did your best to give a noncommittal shrug, looking away. "I mean, he's a good-looking guy. I'm not sure he's exactly my type though."

"What is your type?"

Why was he so interested?

The truth was tall, muscular, pretty, him. Well, not him, but maybe someone who looked just like him. A pretty boy who looked like he could toss you around like it was nothing. Maybe someone who invaded your dreams like a goddamn incubus. Fuck, maybe it was him.

"Not so sleazy," you opted for instead. 

He grunted, grabbing his wallet and shoving it in his pocket, somewhat satisfied with your answer. "Yeah, Sunghoon’s a bit of a fuckboy. I don't recommend you get involved with him like that."

You crossed your arms. "Birds of a feather flock together, I suppose."

A certain look flashed in his eyes as he locked gazes with you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, you're not so innocent yourself, hooking up in a dirty club bathroom with a stranger. And he's your friend, after all."

"I said— Look, it was a one time thing, I don't usually—" He let out a breath of exasperation, shaking his head and heading to the door, grabbing his keys from the bowl next to it. "Forget it."

The door slammed shut behind him, and you were left alone with more questions than answers.

—

Your bedroom door creaked open, a small sliver of light invading your darkness and shining on your face. You squinted, watching as a shadowy mass pushed the door open further, climbing over you and ripping the sheets off.

Heeseung smiled, back from dinner, and yet there was an insatiable, hungry look in his eyes as he took in your form, now revealed from beneath the blankets. "Hey, baby," he said in a low whisper. "Did you miss me?"

"Heeseung?" You groggily reached up and rubbed at your eyes, slowly waking up as you realized he was on top of you. "What're you doing?"

"Exactly what you've been wanting me to do." He reached towards your sleep shorts, hand curling into the hem as he pulled it down your bare legs. You squirmed, reaching for his arm to stop him from exposing you, but he continued, discarding the shorts and hooking his thumbs into your panties. He licked his lips, slowly peeling them off of you, your bare center privy for his viewing pleasure. "Fuck, there's the little pussy I've been dreaming about."

You squealed as he yanked your underwear off your legs too, spreading them and leaving no part of you hidden from him. You tried to snap your legs shut, but his grip on your thighs was too strong, his gaze too hard and intense for you to escape. You knew just from the look in his eyes that he wasn't going to let you go. Your nails scratched along his wrists, begging for mercy under his scrutinizing stare. "Heeseung! You can't just—"

"But I can," he interrupted, smirking at you. "Because you want it so fucking bad, don't you?"

You whimpered a bit at that, and he let go of one of your thighs to yank your shirt off of you, leaving you completely naked before him. He pinched one of your nipples between his fingers, tugging as he watched you squirm and gasp under his touch. 

"You're so sensitive, aren't you?" He licked his lips again, as though you were a meal waiting to be devoured, and he was simply playing with his food first. "Bet you dreamed of me coming into your room and taking advantage of you, huh?"

"No!" You protested, shaking your head. "Y-You're wrong."

"Liar." His hand let go of your nipple to smack down harshly on your cunt, his hit heavy as your hips jumped up, a string of slick connecting his fingers to your sex before snapping off. "Good thing this pussy doesn't lie to me."

You bit your lip, trying to contain your squeal as he let his fingers dive between your folds, gathering your wetness and letting it smear on his digits. He circled around your clit and rubbed right above your entrance, feeling you coat him. Heeseung chuckled knowingly, watching your legs twitch and tremble with every small movement he made. "You're so wet for me already, and I haven't even done anything. You're such a slut for me."

"F-Fuck yo—" You weren't even able to finish your curse, Heeseung slipping a finger in and curling it up right at the spot that had you tensing up. "Oh my god!"

"Yeah? You like that?" He curled again, watching you thrash your head to the side, shame overtaking you. "You're so fucking easy, you know that? Just begging to be ruined. Want me to dick you down so bad, huh?"

You kicked your feet against the sheets, gasping as he pumped his finger inside of you, grinning wickedly as he watched you come apart. "Why—Why are you—"

"Because you wanted me to," he said, slipping in another finger, savoring the whimper that escaped your lips. "You wanted me to be the one to ruin you. Wanted me to use this pussy like my own personal fuck toy. Isn't that right?"

"Y-You're delusional."

"Am I?" His thrusts became quicker and harder, like your denial was making him more and more determined to have you fall apart for him. "Why are you getting wetter for me then, huh? Nasty pussy can't get enough of me it seems."

You moaned, feeling pressure build up in your abdomen already as his thumb came up to swipe at your clit. You tried closing your legs again around his hand, but he pushed one of your thighs further against the bed, making you hear the sloppy sounds of your gushing cunt full the room as he jackhammered his fingers into you.

"You're such a slut for getting off on this. Dirty little masochist." You involuntarily squeezed around his fingers, making him laugh at your expense. "Like that, huh? Like me calling you a dirty slut for me to use? You're fucking clenching on me baby, it's like you don't want me to stop. You could at least pretend a bit better that you don't like this."

With each curl of his fingers small gasps and pants left your parted lips, the pressure building as he shuffled himself further between your thighs, the hand pinning you down now quickly swiping against your clit, toying with the bud and adding to the slick sounds from between your legs. Your face burned with embarrassment, nails digging into his skin as you tried to pry him off with no avail, your orgasm building up with an intensity you weren't ready for.

"Please..." you moaned, mouth open as you watched both hands at work, expertly bringing you to the edge.

"Please?" He snickered at your weak plea. "Please what? Keep using you? Make you cum? Or should I just stop?"

He stilled his fingers and your hips bucked again, biting at your lip as you gripped onto his wrist, trying to pull him closer into you. The pressure in your abdomen began to fade, and you whined at the loss. "No!"

He cackled at that. "That's what I thought." His fingers began to move again, rebuilding your orgasm. "Gonna make you cum so hard. Maybe you'll pass out again. And then I'll still stretch this pussy out."

He slipped another finger in, your walls doing their best to accommodate the girth of his digits despite how tight it felt.

"Too much!" You felt your orgasm approaching, and fast, much faster than you could've ever anticipated.

"Too much? What're you going to do when you finally get my cock inside you, hm?" Your slick juices were spilling down to his wrist, drenching your bedsheets beneath you. "Gonna whine  and bitch about it like you are now? We both know you'll start crying if I stop."

"Don't stop! Fuck, Heeseung, you're gonna make me—"

"Cum," he growled, the hand on your clit now moving to be just his thumb, his other fingers and palm splayed out to push down against your pelvis, forcing you to feel his fingers thrusting inside further, making you tighten. "Show me how fucking easy it is to ruin you."

You whined, practically folding into yourself as you felt your orgasm wash over you, Heeseung’s fingers still harshly slamming into you to take everything you could give. You squeezed his wrist, pulling him impossibly closer, the heel on the hand fingering you now flush against your folds as you ground against it, hips bucking as you rode it out. Sweat slicked your hairline as you gasped for breath, your hips slowing to a roll as you felt the aftermath fade.

Heeseung let out a pleased hum, grinding his palm further against you, watching as you keened from the overstimulation, his grin permanently etched on his face as tears sprung into your eyes. "Fuck, that's it. Love that look on your face. Barely took me any effort to get you fucked out like this."

He slipped his fingers out of you, making you mewl from the empty sensation. Bringing them up to your lips, you wordlessly opened your mouth and took them in, sucking off the residue you had left behind.

"That's a good girl. Taste yourself." He pulled his fingers out, wiping them along your thigh. "My turn."

You barely had time to process how words before he was lifting you up by the hips, turning you practically upside down as your shoulders pressed into the mattress, ass in the air as your thighs were pulled over his shoulders. Blood rushed to your head at the new angle, Heeseung keeping a tight hold on you as your pussy was directly in front of his face. With a cocky grin he brought his mouth down, fully enveloping your sex and running his sinful tongue up the entirety of it.

You moaned, cringing slightly as you still hadn't recovered from the previous orgasm. Your thighs tensed around his head, his arms circling around them to hold you up for him, mouth running up and down your folds and nasty, wet sounds omitting from it. His lips suctioned around your clit, sucking hard as you mewled and clenched your thighs around his head. His hands gripped them tight enough to leave bruises, firmly keeping your cunt glued to his face.

"Fuck, you have such a sweet cunt," Heeseung mumbled into you, the vibrations causing you to squirm at the sensation. "Don't even deserve it."

"Ah, fuck!" Your glassy eyes looked at him pleadingly, the image of his face between your thighs threatening to make you combust on the spot. "No, I just came, I can't—"

He let go of your clit with a wet pop, licking his lips as he pulled one of your thighs closer, his hand coming around to pinch at your clit with mean vigor. "Dumb sluts don't get to say no."

He buried his face back into your pussy, tongue circling around your entrance before going in, the wet muscle stiff as he thrust it in and out, before softening and licking where it could reach inside of you. His nose was pressed up against your clit, still caught between his two fingers, their slight movement as they stroked it making your mind spin. Your hands came up to bury in his hair, conflicted on whether to pull his face in closer.

He pulled his tongue from your sex, though it stayed dangling out of his mouth, as though he were a carnivorous mutt. The lower half of his face glistened with the remnants of your arousal, his lips swollen and glossy. "I know all of your weak spots, Y/N. Know you love being held down and forced to take it. No one else will ever make you feel as good as I do."

He latched back onto you, and you felt the orgasm that hadn't even had time to completely fade away being rebuilt, the sensation of his tongue buried deep inside you and his fingers stroking at your swollen bud pushing you further and further to the edge. Your fingers tugged at his scalp as you felt the wave wash over you, your walls clenching and spasming around his tongue as he pressed his face further against you, wanting to be completely soaked as you came on his face.

Heeseung chuckled against you as he watched your fucked out expression, your eyes slightly crossed and lips parted as the world disappeared, his touch the only thing grounding you. He licked away until you started pushing his head back, and back he went.

But not as back as you were expecting. 

You were suddenly sprung back to reality when you felt his tongue against your other entrance, smearing saliva and the evidence of your orgasm onto the rim. You tried pushing his head back away, but he stayed firm, letting go of your thighs for one arm to circle around your waist. Your legs fell back as you folded in half, knees now above your shoulders into the mattress, your ass in his face with no where to hide. Your face burned with embarrassment, "No! Not there!"

He laughed, giving you another lick. "Stupid little girl. Hearing your little moans as you try to protest only makes me want to tease you more."

You bit your lip, trying to contain the moan as you felt his stiffened tongue breach the barrier past your rim, slowly inching further and further against you. Never in your life had you had a man eat your ass, and Lee Heeseung was going to be the first.

"You—You—" You couldn't even truly begin your sentence as the arm not wrapped around your waist, holding you up, reached around and pinched your clit again. The overstimulated little nub sent jolts of pleasure and pain throughout you, and your torture only persisted.

Heeseung came back up, pinching your clit harder and laughing in your face as you cried. "Wonder if I can make your little pussy cum from just this," he said aloud, spitting on the wrinkled rim before inserting his tongue again, like he was trying to shove his spit into your hole as far as the muscle would allow.

You kicked your legs that were in the air, trying to free yourself from the uncomfortable position,a burn in your calves as they surrounded you. So much blood was rushing to your head, you couldn't think properly with his tongue buried in your ass and your body folded under his whim like you were simply origami paper.

What was worse that it felt so fucking good, Heeseung’s daring tongue in your previously unexplored hole doing wonders, his confidence and lack of shame or shyness making him bury himself as deep as he could. His arm around your waist tightened, trying to pull your ass up higher against his face, and his fingers were rubbing circles into you.

Fuck, he was really going to make you cum from eating your ass!

At the worst possible moment, the door swung open completely, and another hulking shadow appeared.

You looked up in horror, realizing how embarrassing the position was. There you were, folded in half, ass in Heeseung’s face while his tongue was buried inside, and pussy neglected and squeezing around nothing as your impending orgasm approached. 

"Well well well, what have we here?"

Sunghoon’s amused expression at your predicament did nothing to quell your humiliation, his eyes scouring your naked body, from your flushed face to your sweaty form. You weakly kicked your feet again, trying to squirm out of Heeseung’s hold, but he didn't let up, only holding onto you tighter and forcing you to take it, all in front of Sunghoon.

Finally he pulled his tongue out, acknowledging the uninvited guest. "Hoonie, come here and help me hold her down."

Sunghoon didn't need to be told twice, ignoring your shriek and grabbing your ankles, pinning them down to the mattress. He smirked down at you, obviously loving how helpless you were beneath the two men, his presence only adding to your embarrassment. 

"Suck her clit. Don't put anything in her pussy yet, she's on time out." That was all Heeseung said before he returned to eating your ass, unashamed in front of his friend.

Sunghoon did as told, lips on your pussy without hesitation. He sucked on your clit, his tongue roving over the area as you squirmed and tried to kick again, but his grip on your ankles kept you glued in place. You felt both of them smile against you, enjoying how you struggled beneath them, unable to move even a single inch.

"Fuck," Sunghoon finally said, deep voice making you clench around nothing, letting go of your clit as you squealed. "Tastes so fucking good."

"I know," Heeseung chuckled, letting some of the drool from the tip of his tongue drip onto your winking asshole, adding to the lubrication. "She gets so fucking wet when you manhandle her. She's a total masochist."

"Is that right?" One of Sunghoon’s hands let go of your ankles to land a sharp spank on your ass, having you wiggle and moan beneath them at the smarting pain. He laughed, spanking your other cheek too, looking down at your teary expression with absolute glee. "Fuck, you're right. She's loving this."

"She's so fucking dirty. She loves having me eat her ass. Was so shy at first, but now look at her."

"Mm, I can tell. She looks like she's gonna cum any minute." Sunghoon licked against your clit again, savoring the whimper that escaped you. "Are you gonna cum? Don't even have anything in that little pussy and you're already squirming like you're gonna burst. Bet you hate being so empty."

He sucked on your clit again with renewed fervor, Heeseung’s tongue curling inside you as they both drove you crazy. Sunghoon hand reached down to your bare chest, twisting your nipple to hear you whine, nails digging in a little as he cruelly twisted. He smiled against your clit again, teeth barely nipping at your folds to make you cry more for them. His was just as evil as Heeseung.

"C'mon, cum for us. Maybe we'll let you have something in your pussy again," Heeseung grunts, words muffled. "Show Hoonie what a fuckslut you are."

Your ass clenched on his tongue, hips bucking what little they can against Sunghoon’s face as your third orgasm overtook you. Your thighs trembled, and you felt only the sensation of two mouths on your most intimate parts, devouring every part that was accessible to them. Your moan was practically whorish, your neighbors no doubt ready to leave a noise complaint with your landlord at the disturbance.

Once you finished shaking beneath them, they finally let you go, letting you crumple between them on the sheets, body limp and practically lifeless from the three orgasms forced out of you. You breathed heavily, mind hazy as the orgasmic fog took over your brain. You barely processed Heeseung pulling you into his arms, sitting you between his legs and spreading your own over his.

His fingers reached down, spreading your lips and revealing your twitching sex to both, your clit swollen and folds puffy from the abuse you endured.

"You're such a good slut for us," he rasped into your ear, his voice sending tingles down your spine. "Pretended to hate this so much, but now look at you. I guess you deserve some reward."

Your eyes widened as you realized what that meant. You try to close your legs again, but Sunghoon halts you, hands on your knees and keeping you spread out and exposed to them. You looked at both pleadingly. "Please, no more, I feel like I'll die if I cum again."

Heeseung only smiled cruelly at that, the hand on your pussy coming down to smack your swollen sex yet again, making you yelp. "Sunghoon, why don't you finger her a bit?"

Sunghoon grinned, digits coming up and sliding across your puffy cunt, circling your entrance before inserting two fingers already. He hissed as he felt you squeeze around him, barely giving him room to move. "Fuck, she's so tight, even after cumming so much."

You felt Heeseung’s smirk against your ear. "Yeah, gonna have to stretch her out to fit my cock. Think it'll break her?"

Sunghoon chuckled, crooking his fingers up and sliding them in and out of you. "You might. Don't know how she's gonna take you. Her pussy's just so fucking tiny."

"I'll have to make her take it. She'll like it better that way anyways. She pretended like she didn't want this earlier, but her body doesn't lie." Heeseung peeled your hands away from Sunghoon’s wrist, refusing to let you pull him away. He held your wrists in each hand, holding them up as he admired the shine on Sunghoon’s digits every time he pulled them out of your pussy. "Do you like how he fingers you, princess? Masochistic pussy just can't get enough. Want Hoonie to make you cum again?"

"F-Fuck," you whimpered, unable to answer, your brain practically mush at this point. "I... I'm..."

"Shh, it's ok baby. I know you're too dumb to talk right now," Heeseung cooed mockingly in your ear, lips brushing against the shell. "It's alright. You're just gonna take what we have to give you like a good little slut, isn't that right?"

You nodded dumbly, moaning again as Sunghoon hit that weak spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back. You weren't sure how much more you could endure, but you knew the two of them wouldn't give you any other choice.

"You should thank him for letting you cum so much," Sunghoon scolded, bullying his fingers deeper into you, spreading them and scissoring you open. "Whores like you should learn how to give respect."

"She never gives me respect," Heeseung said, letting go of one of your wrists to meanly slap your cunt again, making you buck against Sunghoon. "That's how she got in this position in the first place."

"Bitch just needed to be put in her place, is that right?" Sunghoon chuckled. 

"Th-Thank y-y-you," you weakly stammered out.

Heeseung ran his fingers over your sore cunt, soothing the sting as he studied your expression. Tears had sprung at the corners of your eyes, and you looked as though you were about to bawl any minute. "I'm not sure she's learned quite yet."

His middle finger traveled down to your entrance, sliding in easily due to your wetness and joining right above Sunghoon’s. You sharply inhaled at the feeling, your free hand coming to wrap around Heeseung’s wrist, which he ignored. Instead he let go of your other hand, wrapping his own around your throat and giving it a light squeeze.

"It's so much," you gasped out, feeling their fingers move in tandem, stretching you.

Both chuckled.

"Oh baby, you're gonna need a lot more than that if you want to take me," Heeseung smirked, nipping at the shell of your ear. "I'm much bigger than that, remember?" He squeezed your neck, like he was reminding you how he filled your throat before.

"He's right, baby. I've seen him in the locker room. You'll have to be completely stretched out if you want to fit him in this tight little pussy." Sunghoon laughed at your fearful expression, pumping his fingers in harder. "I don't think you'll be able to handle it. He's gonna split you in half and have you crying before he get halfway in, I bet."

"You're scaring her," Heeseung teased, slipping in another finger, watching as you keened at the feeling of four thick digits stretching you out. "I think she likes it, though."

"Course she does. Little slut is begging to be filled, isn't that right?" Sunghoon reached with his free hand and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Bet you've been dreaming of his cock, haven't you?"

"Yes..." you weakly admitted.

"Fucking pathetic," Heeseung rasped in your ear, curling his fingers harder, pumping faster in time with Sunghoon. His palm was flush against your swollen folds, grinding against your clit as he jackhammered his curled fingers into your g-spot. "Is that why you're such a bitch to me, always? Huh? Hoping I'd do this to you? Treat you like a slut, ruin you for anyone else? Finally give you my cock and shut you up?"

"It's real big, baby, you're gonna feel so full," Sunghoon crooned. "I don't think any other cock will satisfy you after that. You'll really belong to Heeseung then."

"Gonna make her crawl and beg for me to put it inside her," Heeseung hissed between gritted teeth. "Watch how pretty she cries when I'm finally balls deep inside her."

"Fuck, she's getting wetter just thinking about it. Disgusting little slut is gonna cum just thinking about your dick in her." Sunghoon’s cruel cackle rang in your ears. "She really is fucking pathetic."

The loud squelching noises of them abusing and stretching out your wet cunt were too much to bear. You weakly nodded in Sunghoon’s grip, the tears finally falling down your face as you felt the familiar pressure building up. He leaned in, licking up a tear on your cheek and making you whine.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum! I can't, it's—"

"Shh, you will," Heeseung said in a belittling tone, smile evident in his voice and against your ear. "Gonna cum on me and Hoon’s fingers like a good girl, come on. Give us one more."

"Yeah, baby, show me how pretty you look falling apart."

Heeseung bit into your shoulder, the pain sending you spiraling towards the edge. And you did, your walls contracting around their fingers stuffed inside you, legs quivering as they made you a complete, utter mess between them.

You came, and everything around you shattered.

—

You bolted upward, drenched in sweat once again and gasping for breath. You took in your surroundings, the ceiling fan spinning above you, your living room in its typically pristine state due to Heeseung’s tidy habits. Your stomach flipped when you realized the uncomfortable feeling in your panties was because they were drenched, and prayed that it hadn't somehow spilled through your shorts and onto the sofa.

Fuck, you really though you'd be safe just napping on the couch. Instead you had a sex dream yet again that seemed like it lasted hours. 

You cursed, realizing you were still wearing Heeseung’s hoodie. You had tugged it on pretty much as soon as he left the apartment, breathing in his scent and letting the soft fabric lull you into a false sense of security. You figured you could borrow it for just a moment; your apartment AC was on full blast, surely using his hoodie for just a few minutes would be reasonable!  But no, instead you had a wet dream in it, consumed in the scent of his cologne and brain filled with images of him and his friend tag-teaming you to nearly cum to death. You definitely needed to wash this from any of the sweat that was inside, and fast.

Your head whipped around to the door, looking toward your shared key bowl. Only your keys remained. Good. Heeseung was still at dinner with Sunghoon. That gave you some time.

You warily looked back to the stack of thick notebooks, the sliver of red at the bottom taunting you for your sick fantasies. Grumbling, you swiped it from underneath the rest, flipping past your most recent entry and scribbling down the details from the consequences of your nap. 

You put in everything, the details nasty and graphic as you left nothing out— from Heeseung making you cum repeatedly, fingering you, eating your pussy and then your ass, having Sunghoon join in. Every slap and degrading demand for obedience, the way he cooed in your ear and choked you to remind you what had been inside last dream, all of it. You wrote frantically, needing to get the images that flashed across your eyes out before Heeseung’s return. 

You had just about finished when you heard the jangle of keys in your front door, and panicked as you shoved the notebook back in place, spinning around to face Heeseung with a smile that could only be described as guilty. 

Heeseung stepped in, eyes glancing to where your head popped up over the couch. 

"Welcome home!" You uncharacteristically greeted. Don't think about how his tongue felt buried inside you. Don't make it obvious you were just imagining him and his friend sharing you like you were a pocket pussy.

He stopped, clearly taken aback by your behavior. "Um... thanks?"

"How was dinner?" You tugged at the hoodie, feeling a trickle of sweat run down your back. Fuck, hopefully you hadn't cum so hard it was permeating in the air. The mere thought of it made you want to die.

"It was fine..." Heeseung furrowed his brows, his expression suspicious. "Sunghoon got the waitress's number."

"Oh! That's great to hear." Your eyes never left his lips, an ache between your legs as you recalled how he had used his mouth in your dream. Fuck, were you crazy to want to feel it right now? "He's not with you?"

"Nah. He just dropped me off. Why? You wanting him to hit on you again?" A flash of annoyance crossed his features. 

"Pshhh, he didn't mean any of that. He was just trying to ruffle your feathers or something," you dismissed. "I'm sure he'll be plenty occupied with the waitress."

"Right..." He stepped closer to you, which only heightened your anxiety. The scent of his cologne as he neared in proximity was only making you sweat harder. "Are you ok?"

"Never better!" You chirped. "W-Why?"

"You're acting weird... and your face is all flushed." Heeseung narrowed his eyes, stepping closer and reaching a hand out to your forehead. "Are you coming down with something?"

"N-No! It's just hot in here!" You jumped back, not trusting yourself to not scream if he was able to get his hands on you. You stood from the couch, out of arm's reach.

"It's like, freezing in here." Heeseung’s eyes flashed down to your attire. "Is that my hoodie?"

"Oh, this?" You internally cursed at yourself for not remembering to take it off. "Well, you're right, it's freezing, so I decided to just put this on, y'know? Figured you wouldn't mind, I mean, you left it on the sofa. I'm sorry. A-and I got really hot in it, so that's why I'm sweating! Crazy how that works. Here, let me give it back." You reached for the bottom of it to yank it off, but suddenly remember you probably soaked the clothes beneath with your sweat too, and that could not be a good look. You lift your arms back down. "...Later." 

Heeseung’s concerned expression didn't leave, and he stared at you as though you had grown two heads. "Y/N... are you sure you're alright?"

"Yup! Right as rain!" You nervously laughed. "I'll give this back to you in the morning. Sorry for borrowing it without asking."

"It's fine, I don't mind." He gave you one last glance over before hesitantly turning toward his room. "I'll... leave you be, then."

You watched as he turned his back, letting out small breath of relief and letting go of the tension you were unaware you were holding. Still, something gnawed at you. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "Heeseung, wait."

He turned his head, clearly surprised with all of your antics this evening. "Yeah?"

"I, um," you tried to choose your words carefully. "I'm sorry for insinuating you were a sleaze. It'd be none of my business even if you were one."

Now he was really staring at you like you were from another planet. You? Genuinely apologizing to him? Unheard of.  "Er— thank you?" He didn't seem as though he were processing this in real time. "I— You didn't have to... Thanks."

You nodded your head, pressing your lips together as you felt the newfound awkwardness between you two hang in the air. This was new. In all the years you spent with Heeseung, awkwardness was never something you endured. "That's it. I just wanted to say that. To you."

"I appreciate it." 

You spun on your heel to turn to your own room. "Well, that's that! Bye!"

You didn't even make it one step when you felt something grab your wrist.

"Wait."

You slowly turned, eyes glued to the long fingers wrapped around you, your mind flashing back to how he held you back as Sunghoon split you open with his fingers in your dream. Your eyes traveled up to Heeseung’s face, his expression nervous as his other hand scratched the back of his neck. His eyes were locked on yours, unwavering.

"I wanted you to know it really isn't something I do often. I... It was a one time thing, and I was a bit tipsy and it just happened. I'm really not like that, usually."

The type to hook up with random women, or the type who did what he apparently did, in that way?

You gulped, trying not to think about it. "It's alright, Heeseung. You don't owe me an explanation."

"I know. I just... felt like you should know."

"Oh." Your lips pursed and went small, and you were unsure what to make of the situation. "Ok."

His eyes scanned your face, trying to read what you were thinking to no avail. He finally let go of your wrist, and where he touched felt like it burned. "I'm... going to make you some soup or something. You're really burning up."

Your hands flew to your cheeks, and it felt like you were practically boiling alive. "Oh," you said again. "Thank you."

Maybe you really were coming down with something. One could only hope it had all just been some fucked up fever dream.

—

One time was just a strange, fucked up incident. Twice was merely a coincidence.

Right?

At least that's what you told yourself as the days passed. You very much were not sick, as it turned out, but Heeseung made halfway-decent chicken soup, so who were you to complain? Besides... it was kind of sweet.

All you had to do was avoid him in your tiny, tiny ass apartment. All you had to do was not absolutely ogle him every time he came back from a run, drenched in sweat, shirt hugging him in all the right places. You just needed to turn around and go back to your room when he popped out of the shower, inexcusably indecent despite living with a woman.

You had to remind yourself also that he didn't see you as a woman. You were Y/N, the girl who saw him as nothing more than scum at the bottom of her shoe, someone he had known for his entire life.

He could never, ever know about the secrets hidden beneath his stack of notes.

You considered briefly stealing the book and hiding it in your room, but considering how meticulous and anal Heeseung was about details, there was no doubt he'd notice its absence immediately. Maybe you could buy another book and swap them out?

But... sometimes when you were sure he was asleep or out of the apartment, you'd shuffle past the rose toys and handcuffs in your nightstand drawer, and pull out your trusty Hitachi, plugging it into your extension cord and thinking back to the dreams that haunted you. You'd grab the notebook, eyes scanning over the graphic words, recounting every last nasty thing that had happened in your imagination. You had become quite the writer, it seemed.

Knowing that it was your mind that had created these scenarios with him was baffling. Sure, you had no one to blame but yourself, but you still felt Heeseung should take some accountability for the state you were in.

The worst times were when you'd hear his room or the front door open, and you'd have to hastily yank the cord out of the outlet and let your orgasm die out. You'd silently pray he didn't catch the low buzz emanating from your room, or notice the stack of notebooks was a little bit shorter. Worst of all, you'd have to let your orgasm fade away, knowing that the walls were too thin and the space was too cramped for you to be getting away with indulging in your lewd fantasies. 

It was like he was unknowingly edging you, which only pissed you off further.

Heeseung was busy showering when you snuck back into the living room, slipping your favorite notebook out from beneath the stack. Unfortunately it was one of those days at work that left you completely exhausted and frustrated beyond belief, and you knew you were going to need all the stress relief you could get tonight. Sure, was obsessively rereading the porno scenarios you came up with about your roommate wrong? Indulging in your fantasies that you could never actually partake in? A debatable maybe. But what Heeseung didn't know wouldn't hurt him. 

You heard the water turn off, and despite knowing you should hide back in your bedroom, you stayed. Just a peek. Just a little boost for your session tonight, that's all you'd need.

As usual, Heeseung emerged only in a towel hugging dangerously low on his waist. It was pretty much a sin for him to come out like that.

Your gaze explored his impeccable form, the sight of his bare chest and abs most likely enough masturbation material on its own. Pulling a face, you glowered at him. "Why don't you just bring your change of clothes with you when you go in? Or do you just like strutting around the apartment naked?"

He rolled his eyes, running a towel along his hair. "It's just you. What's the big deal?"

You huffed, sliding the notebook to straighten back in place beneath the stack before he could take notice. "Just me. Right."

His brows furrowed. "What? I meant—"

"No no, I know what you meant," you said, standing from the sofa to retreat back to your room. "I hardly see you as a person anyways, much less a man."

He quirked a brow. "Is that so?"

"It is."

"Then why are you always checking me out?"

You felt your blood freeze, and suddenly you're so, very still. You turn your head to him, blinking rapidly, mind scrambling to come up with a response. 

"You're delusional," you spat.

"You were doing it just now. You do it every time I step out of the shower, you should be used to it by now."

You guffawed at his accusation. "I-I do not! How do you expect me to react, seeing a man prance around my apartment half naked?"

His lips quirked up at your words. "I thought you didn't see me as a man."

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head in anger. "I don't. Like you'd be any different if I was always walking around here in nothing but a towel! Bet you'd just love that, perv."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N." 

He finally turned around to disappear into his room, leaving you to grab one of the sofa pillows and scream into it out of frustration. Fuck. He had noticed. You should've known you were being too obvious, but you just couldn't help yourself.

And you definitely didn't sleep well that night.

—

Heeseung had you bent over the kitchen counter, your pajama pants pooled around your ankles, his hands squeezing your hips as he rubbed his bulge against your ass. You whined, trying to buck back and grind against him harder, but he kept you in place, pushing you against the counter until your hips were flush against the cold surface.

"You want me to finally put it in you?" He asked huskily in your ear. "Think you can take it?"

You nodded, desperate and pleading, reaching back so you could pull him closer. He didn't let you, grabbing your hands and slapping them down on the counter, grinding his hips harder as you felt the full length of him against you, hidden behind fabric.

"Need it, Heeseung, so bad."

"Mm, know you do," he hummed, "But do you deserve it?"

You think back on your behavior that day and shamefully shook your head. "I don't," you quietly admitted.

He smiled against your ear. "Right answer."

Your heart leaped as he let go of one of your hands, hearing the rustling of clothes as he rid himself of his pants. You gasped as you felt the full length of him land between your cheeks, the size feeling so much bigger than you remembered. Your legs shook, and your pussy got wetter in anticipation.

"Gonna split that tiny pussy in half, just the way you like it," Heeseung promised, grabbing one of your legs and lifting it up. He turned you so you were facing the side, one of your legs in the air as he hooked your ankle over one of his shoulders. He grabbed your hair, forcing you to look down at his enormous cock so close to your pussy, threatening to plunge into you. You bit your lip, feeling yourself involuntarily clench around nothing just looking at the mere size of him.

"This is what you wanted, right?" He asked under his breath, grabbing his cock and running the tip over your folds, letting it travel up to your clit and down to your entrance, but never pushing. "The cock you've been obsessing over like a desperate little slut?"

You nodded in his hold, licking your lips. "Yeah that's," you let out a shaky breath. "That's what I wanted."

"Yeah?" He slowly breached your hole, pushing in just the head, only about an inch, before pulling out, watching the disappointment and impatience in your expression. "Fuck, you're making such a mess on the floor and I haven't even put it in yet."

You looked down, and sure enough the way he teased you with his cock was enough to leave your wet pussy dripping onto the kitchen tiles, a small puddle beneath you.

You moved your hips back, trying to entice him into putting it in again, just a bit deeper. "Please don't tease me."

"But it's so fun. I think you like being bullied, in fact," he slaps his cock against your pussy, watching you wince with each tap. "I think you get wetter the meaner I get."

You shook your head in denial, but he had none of it, hand letting go of his cock to slap against your ass, making you jump. The one leg you stood on shook beneath you, and he hugged the one pressed against him tighter, giving you an uncomfortable stretch and leaving you exposed to one half of the room. "None of that. We both know the truth. You're just a little masochist who wants me to fuck the shit out of her. A desperate little slut."

He positioned the tip back at your hole, sliding in the tip and an inch extra, laughing at how you gasped and stretched around the bulbous head. "So fucking tight. How am I supposed to fit my cock in here, huh?"

"M-Make it fit," you insisted, biting your lip as he pushed in an extra inch.

"Yeah? Would it help if Sunghoon was on his knees right now, licking that little clit to make you wetter for me?" Heeseung teased, pulling out again slightly before continuing his shallow thrust.

You shook your head again. You wouldn't be able to handle both of them again, especially with Heeseung’s cock inside you this time. "No, don't want him, just need you. Just want you."

"Oh?" He bullied in another inch, watching your face contort at how full you were feeling already. He was only about halfway in. "Why don't you touch your clit and make it easier on yourself, huh? Get this pussy nice and wet for me."

It didn't matter that you were already embarrassingly wet, you did as you were told, a shaky hand coming down to run along your folds.

Heeseung tsked. "Not like that. Do it the way I would."

You brought your hand up a bit higher, rubbing small circles along it.

"That's not it. We both know I wouldn't be so sweet with you."

Heeseung sunk into you a bit deeper and reached around, smacking your hand away and pinching the poor bud between two fingers, using force as he rubbed it. He snickered at your reaction. "Thaaat's it. Feel how you clench around me? Pussy feels so good, doesn't want to let me go."

You panted, feeling him go deeper into you than you had ever experienced, and the stretch had you feeling so full you were going crazy. And he wasn't even all the way in yet.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Just needed a nice, fat cock to shut you up, isn't that right?" He chuckled, sliding in just a bit more, his fingers tapping against your engorged clit with teasing pats. "Little brat just needed to be filled."

With that he finally pushed completely in, balls pressed beneath you as he buried himself to the hilt. The tip pressed snuggly against your cervix, as though you two were a perfect fit. Tears sprung in your eyes from how overwhelmed you were, and he twisted your face to look at him, his cocky, satisfied grin taunting you. He stayed still like that, letting you enjoy the uncomfortable stretch of your thighs and pussy around his enormous cock, all while forcing you to look at him, so it'd be ingrained in your mind who did this to you. 

"You're nothing but a hole to take my cock right now," he said lowly, the words a gentle caress in your ear. "Know you like it that way, too."

Another drop splashed onto the embarrassing puddle beneath you.

"Feel that?" His hand stopped torturing your clit and came up to your stomach, pushing right below your belly button, making you feel him inside. "Feel how deep I am? Has anyone reached here, baby?"

You shook your head, your pussy squeezing around him as you tried to adjust to his size.

He chuckled. "Didn't think so. Bet you feel nice and full. Aren't you so lucky?"

"Yes, I am, fuck." You tried to blink away the tears. His cock was fucking enormous, hitting sweet spots inside you you didn't even know existed. You really did feel like you were being split in half. "You're so fucking big."

"Yeah baby? Like the way I stretch you out? You took it so well, didn't know you had it in you." He pressed harder against the bulge protruding in your abdomen, letting you feel how deep it was. "Now I want you imagine what it'll be like when I finally fuck you with it."

—

You gasped, feeling all too sticky for your liking. You glanced at the clock. 

4:45 AM.

Slowing your breath, you grabbed one of your pillows and screamed into it, kicking at your ruined sheets.

Fuck, it really wasn't over.

You had a problem.

It continued like that for much longer than you had ever hoped. Early morning laundry at the most ridiculous times. Downing coffee constantly because you were practically afraid of falling asleep again and seeing him. Heeseung had completely ruined your sleep schedule. You ended up buying another set of sheets to add to the rotation, and now you were filling up the notebook with more porn than the calculus notes it started off with. 

You were frustrated beyond belief, Heeseung taunting you every waking and sleeping moment. It's not like he had any clue, which only made it worse. He got to obliviously prance around the place, whereas you were suffering in his mere presence. Admittedly you were taking out your unwarranted frustration on him, but you couldn't help it. Every time you were greeted with those innocent, doe eyes you were reminded of the sadistic glint in them the night before. Your body had a reaction any time you saw him, your insides screaming and a heartbeat in your nether regions when he so much as glanced to you.

You became much more snippy with him, cutting conversations short and being much more bitchy than usual, and that was saying something.

Poor Heeseung had no clue what he had done so wrong.

"Seriously, what has been your issue?" He confronted you, arms crossed as he caged you into the kitchen, blocking the way out.

"You," you snapped, downing a cup of coffee, trying not to think of the dream that had left your panties drenched.

Both of your handcuffs had been used to lock your wrists on either bedpost, your sleep mask covering your eyes as you leaned forward, arms straining as you tried to break free. Your mouth was gaping, tongue dangling from your mouth like a dog, Heeseung’s cock mere centimeters from your lips. You could practically taste the pre-cum that was oozing out of the tip.

Heeseung’s hands gripped the bedpost above you, hips just far back enough to deny you of what you were craving. His cruel chuckle met your ears as he watched your desperation.

"C'mon, you're barely even trying. You must not want it bad enough."

You tried to inch forward more, barely getting any closer.

"That's it, you're almost there." Heeseung took his cock in one hand and stroked it slowly, hand twisting over the head to spread the lubricant over it. "You want my cock so bad. C'mon, know you can almost taste it."

You mewled when you finally felt the tip on your lips, licking over the small slit and sticking your tongue out so you could twirl it around the head.

You snapped out of the daydream and back to reality, the taste of Heeseung’s pre-cum still being on the tip of your tongue. Your face burned as you tried to step past him, but he blocked your exit.

"Yeah, it's always me, which I don't get because I've been completely decent to you. I thought we were actually getting along for a second. But lately you've just been a complete bitch to me for no reason."

You fumed, not in the mood for the conversation. Sure, Real-Heeseung had been civilized, but Dream-Heeseung had been nothing but an animal. "What? You were expecting me to like you all of the sudden? Please."

You tried to step around him again, but he stepped to the same side, not letting up. "We used to get along as kids, y'know. What happened?"

You did not want to think about when you were kids. "I realized I hated you. I still hate you. Simple."

"Why?" His nostrils flared. "I never understood it. One day you suddenly decided you wanted nothing to do with me. What's the reason?"

Your mouth dropped open as your mind scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came out.

Heeseung let out a scoff.  "You can't fucking stand me, and you don't even know why. It's pathetic."

Pathetic. That word rung in your head, the same word he'd whisper into your ear in your dreams when he made you cum over and over again. Your face burned up more, and you took a step back, putting up an accusatory finger. "Please! Don't act like you like me all of the sudden. We only moved in together out of convenience, not because we're actually friends or anything."

He bared his teeth, glaring at you. "You know what? You're right. I hate you too. Can't fucking stand you right now."

"Good!" you shot back.

He finally moved out of the way towards his room, and you stomped out of the kitchen to the sofa, turning your back to grab at the notebook, fire in your veins. He was the reason you were suffering so much, and you knew just from seeing him pissed you were going to have another rough night. 

"What the fuck is up with you and that book?" Heeseung hissed. Apparently he hadn't gone to his room just yet. Stupid you, not waiting until you heard his door closed.

You spun around, scowling. "What, a girl can't fucking learn now and then?"

"You're always going through it, I didn't even write that many notes."

"Well I have to go over it again and again since I didn't take Calc 1, remember?" You quickly tried to cover your tracks, gripping onto the book like it were a life line. "Stop being so obsessed with me and mind your business, maybe."

Heeseung gritted his teeth, a vein popping up along his neck out of anger. "Fucking whatever. Suit yourself."

Finally, you heard his door slam shut, and you let out a breath of relief.

—

Luckily for you, Heeseung’s finals were coming up, so your real-life interactions with him were much more limited. Most of the time he would simply give you a grunt of acknowledgement when you came home from work, sitting at the sofa, surrounded by his notes. At first you got a bit anxious that he was so close to your previous book, but the bottom half of the stack remained mostly undisturbed. Hell, he was now sleeping in more and skipping his morning runs, up late studying, which meant when you were up from one of those terrible, awful, no good dreams, you could do your laundry and scribble in the book in peace.

You were running out of pages, and seriously had to consider going out and buying a notebook of your own if this were to keep up. You weren't sure how much more of this could take. Maybe it'd be worth it to move back in with your parents. At least then you'd be freed of this torment. 

You were having to buy so many things lately. New bedsheets for the rotation. Another book for you to scribble out the depraved fantasies that should never see the light of day. Hell, maybe even a new vibrator, because Dream-Hee just loved reminding you how much you needed to be filled, and it seemed to be more and more true every day. He was turning out to be quite the expense.

Occasionally you considered sleeping with someone else to get it out of your system. Maybe taking up Sunghoon on his offer. He was in a dream too, after all. But Heeseung was already beyond pissed at you, and sleeping with his friend would surely and rightfully send him over the edge. You were afraid what would happen if he were to actually snap, and with how much you two had been bickering lately, his patience was clearly running thin. Even if you were to bring another man home with you, something told you it wasn't a great idea. For some reason you hated the idea of Heeseung knowing.

Even in your dreams he seemed to taunt you about it.

"Now what would you do that for? You know no one can satisfy you the way I can, stretch you out as like me. Why don't you stop wasting everyone's time and just ask? Maybe beg nicely and I'll actually give you what you want."

Nope. Not happening. There was absolutely no way you could let Heeseung know you had been thinking about him like this. If your sinful thoughts ever got to him, you'd never hear the end of it. The mere thought of him finding out mortified you. It was bad enough he had caught you checking him out one too many times. What would happen if he were to discover every graphic detail of what you dreamt of him doing to you?

Work had been hell. It seemed your dreams had morphed into daydreams, distracting you throughout the day now and invading every aspect of your life. You had zoned out thinking about Heeseung using BDSM tape, covering your pussy to trap his cum inside, and turning your Hitachi on the highest setting as it pressed against you.

Let's just say you were less than productive today. Clearly your desires were morphing becoming depraved by the day. You were going clinically insane. 

You muttered to yourself as you fumbled with your keys in the door. You had to stay overtime to make up for the work lost during your daydreaming. Honestly, you should find some way to legally sue Lee Heeseung. It was the least you could do. This sleep deprivation was a literal form of torture, who could blame you for going a bit insane? That's what you told yourself when you ate some of Heeseung cinnamon buns out of retribution. At least you had tomorrow off.

Tonight you were going to wait until the Heeseung eventually tired himself out from studying, and go ham on yourself with the Hitachi. Write down the little daydream that had you squirming in your seat, too. You uncomfortably pulled at your skirt and smoothed over your button down, noting to yourself that you should probably wear pants to work for the foreseeable future. 

You slammed the door shut, seeing Heeseung hunched over his papers as usual. You gave him a passing grunt of acknowledgement, tossing your keys into the bowl.

He looked up at you from over the couch, and there was something in his eyes you couldn't quite place. He seemed almost angry, which didn't make sense because you had just gotten here. Did he know you ate one of his protein bars this morning or something? Maybe he was just frustrated from studying. 

"Not even a hello?" You scoffed. Usually he'd at least grunt back at you. Rude.

You walked past the couch to go to your room, but spotted something from the corner of your eye. 

In Heeseung’s hand was his red Calc 2 notebook. 

Your eyes widened, and you tried to keep your face as neutral as possible as your mind scrambled. No. There was no way. He never even touched that fucking book! He finished that class a semester ago, why would he? Maybe he didn't go to the last pages. He himself knew he only filled out maybe a third of it, he probably stayed in that section. 

Your eyes darted between your bedroom door and your front door, weighing the two options. Should you lock yourself in your bedroom and refuse to come out? You'd probably wither and starve in there, but it'd be better than inevitably having to come out and face Heeseung. Maybe go back to the front door and drive away? That'll look too suspicious!

Calm down, Y/N!

You halted your hesitation, taking shaky steps toward your bedroom. You were just being paranoid. That's it.

You twisted the knob, opening it barely an inch before a large hand above you slammed it back shut.

You froze.

Slowly turning around and facing up, you gulped in fear, coming face to face with Heeseung.

He now hovered over you, eyes dark as he caged you in with his large body, notebook clutched tightly in the hand that wasn't refusing you access to your bedroom.

He seemed much too calm for your liking, eerily quiet as he took in your nervous expression, the way you trembled like a leaf underneath him already, guilt written all over your face.

Heeseung lifted the notebook to eye level, the sharpied Calc 2 title taunting you. "Care to tell me what this is?"

Your mouth felt very dry all of the sudden, and your eyes flitted about your surroundings, searching for an escape. "Y-Your notes?"

"Oh really? Because I don't remember writing," he opened the book with one hand, letting it land on a random page, "about how I was so deep inside you, you felt me in the back of your throat."

You felt all the blood drain from your face, color being washed away. You were too ashamed to even look at him. "I... I can explain."

"Oh I'd love an explaination." He snapped the book shut dramatically. "I'd love to hear whatever excuse you came up with as to why you used nearly 200 of my pages to write twisted porn about me."

You wanted to die. You wanted die right here, right now. For the floor to swallow you whole.

Your mouth dropped, but no sound escaped you. What could you say? He clearly saw everything. Every goddamn graphic detail you had scribbled into that stupid book had now come to bite you in the ass.

"Thought you didn't see me as a man, Y/N." He tsked, narrowing his eyes as he waved the book in your face. "Was wondering what had you so fucking obsessed with this. Knew you weren't just studying my fucking calculus notes. How long have you been writing these sick fantasies in here, huh?"

You stared down at the floor, and Heeseung grabbed your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He looked beyond pissed. You tried to swallow, your knees threatening to give out under you. "S-Since I talked to Layla."

A small breath escaped his lips. "Is that right?" His mouth quirked up, a near smirk appearing on his face. "What'd she tell you, huh?"

You shook your head, closing your eyes.

He craned your neck up, forcing your to arch your back against the door, the back of your head now pressed against it. He gritted his teeth. "Answer me," he demanded.

"Told me you were big," you gasped out. "That you were rough. And mean."

Heeseung tilted his head. "Is that right?"

Your bottom lip trembled, feeling the blood now rush to your cheeks. You couldn't escape Heeseung’s tight grasp or scrutinizing glare, forced to feel the humiliation from being caught. "It's all your fault," you deflected. "It's your fucking fault I've been having these dreams. You made me do it."

"I did?" His nostrils flared, fingers tensing around your face, pressing into your cheeks with anger. Your lips jutted out, rendering you silent. "You're blaming me for you writing out this absolute filth? About how you begged for my cock, how you dreamed of me putting my tongue anywhere I pleased, using you? No, you don't get to put this on me."

"I do!" You barely managed to gasp the words out through his grip. Your hands reached for the notebook, but he held it out of your reach, refusing to give it up. You wrenched your face free from his hold, glaring at him with disdain. "You've been galavanting half naked practically every day! It's your fault I haven't gotten any fucking sleep, that I'm fucking tormented with these dreams to the fact I had to write it out to get it out of my system! I haven't been able to sleep properly in weeks! I'm constantly having to wash my sheets, hide in my own fucking apartment, all because of you! I fucking hate you!"

Heeseung’s gaze hardened, and suddenly he was very,very quiet.

"Is that so?"

Suddenly you regretted your words, because he twisted he knob behind you, and you felt yourself falling back into the door you had previously been leaning on. Heeseung doesn't let you hit the ground, though, hand again clasped around your jaw as he walked you backwards, letting your back hit the mattress. 

He climbed on top of you, throwing the notebook aside as he pinned you down. "Say it again."

Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him, one of his hands beside your head and the other one holding a firm grip on your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact. 

Very quietly, you whispered out the words. "I hate you."

That's when Heeseung did something he never had in any of your dreams.

He leaned down and kissed you.

You immediately gasped in surprise, and Heeseung didn't wait to force his tongue in your mouth, completely overwhelming you as he pressed his mouth harder against yours. You couldn't even turn away, having to take it as he explored every part of you available, his movements precise and deliberate as if he had something to lose. On instinct, and not wanting to lose, you found yourself kissing him back, pink muscle dancing with his as you kissed him harder, screwing your eyes shut and giving him everything you had. His kiss wasn't gentle or sweet, instead an angry clash of tongue and teeth as he ravished your mouth, as though he were trying to teach you a lesson through that alone. Your hands wove in his hair, the tendrils just as soft as you always imagined.

"Fucking hate you, too," he growled against your lips, the vibrations from his words making your stomach flip. "Gonna show you how much."

You couldn't fucking believe you were doing this with Heeseung, the boy you swore hated since you started becoming fully conscious. The boy, turned man, who made your stomach do somersaults and knew you since the two of you were little kids. There was so much shared history between you two that couldn't be forgotten, too many years. And here he was, licking into your mouth and swallowing every whine and whimper like it was fucking owed to him.

After what felt like forever, he finally allowed you air, both of you gasping for breath, a line of saliva still connecting you two before snapping off. He glared at you with absolute intensity, his hand letting go of your jaw to land on the other side of your head and support his weight.

Both of you were still breathless, staring at each other, your eyes wide and his narrowed.

You couldn't believe he had actually done it. You also couldn't believe that you actually liked it, a lot more in reality than you ever would have in your dreams.

"You're such a dirty liar," he hissed. "You only hate me because you want me."

"Y-You're fucking delusional," you denied, despite the fact it was clearly pointless. Anyone could see you were lying out of your ass.

"Am I?" Before you can stop him, his hand shoved your skirt up to your waist, yanking your panties and twisting the fabric as he ripped them down your thighs.

You didn't even have time to hide it. You were so embarrassingly wet, thick strings of your arousal stretching from your messy cunt to the patch in your underwear as it desperately tried to cling to it.

Heeseung scowled back at your mortified expression, eyes glued to how wet you had gotten just from his kiss and confrontation. "Don't you dare lie to me when your pussy reacts like this," he growled, hand coming up and landing a sharp smack right on your center.

You let out an wanton moan, unable to hide it as you bucked back against his hand, thighs rubbing together now like matches. Heeseung had none of it, grabbing your knees and forcing them apart so he could take a good look at your shame. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he stared at you, unable to hide the evidence of how he affected you. 

"How long were you planning on hiding this from me, huh?" His hand came up to your pussy, running between the slippery folds, your slick collecting on his fingers. "How long were you going to keep the fact that you've been having these nasty dreams about me almost every night?"

You bit your lip, closing your eyes, refusing to answer.

Heeseung didn't like that.

He slapped your cunt again, manhandling your legs back apart when you tried to shut them back together. "Fucking answer or I swear to God I'll edge you for hours."

"Forever," you admitted, shame washing over you. "You were never supposed to know."

"Oh? So you were just going to keep this a secret?" He slipped two fingers around your clit before pinching, the same way he did in your dreams, watching you whine at the sensation and squeal. "Were never going to tell me about how you thought about me fucking your face until you passed out? Or sharing you with my friend? Or how I used every nasty sex toy in your drawer on you until you were begging me to stop?"

"F-Fuck, Heeseung!" He pinched you again, rubbing harder against your clit as it became engorged. "Please, please, just—"

"What?" He rubbed slower now, tantalizing circles that made you want to grind down on him harder. "Have mercy? When you were being such a brat a minute ago?"

He didn't wait before plunging two digits inside of you, and you were so wet he didn't even meet any resistance. He curled them up, pressing them against that rough patch that had your toes curl. "I'm not going to be nice to you anymore. We both know you don't want that anyway."

Your hands wrapped around his wrist, feeling the way his muscles worked with every curl of his fingers inside of you. It felt far more overwhelming than any of your dreams already, his cologne wrapping around you and making your brain foggy, his digits moving with expertise threatening make you cum hard enough to see stars.

You couldn't give in so easily. You were mortified by the thought of him knowing it only took his fingers to make you undone.

You bit your lip, holding back your moans as best you could, swallowing every whimper that threatened to expose you. 

"What happened to all those cute moans earlier, huh princess?" His tone was belittling, making you feel smaller beneath him. "C'mon, don't be shy. You certainly weren't in that little notebook of yours."

"Was faking them," you hissed through gritted teeth, not wanting to give in. He always hated how stubborn you were.

His eyes narrowed. "Faking it huh?" He pressed his other hand down against your abdomen, shoving another finger inside of you and increasing the speed of his thrusts.  "Let's see how well you can fake it, then."

You could hardly contain your squeal as all three fingers quirked up, jackhammering into your sweet spot, his other hand pressing hard against your bladder to let you feel the pressure building up. His thumb toyed with your clit, swiping quick circles, and the sloppy lewd sounds of your wet pussy filled your room with undeniable proof. You dug your nails into his wrists, almost hard enough for him to bleed, but he didn't stop, licking his lips as if he could already taste your orgasm on his tongue.

He buried his fingers as deep as he could manage, grinding his thumb against your clit as you whimpered underneath him. A sadistic smile spread on his face as he leaned in closer, making you hear how your wet pussy swallowed his fingers. "Want me to stop? I can always leave you here like this, since you hate it so much."

You quickly shook your head, already wanting to cry at the thought, and your chest burned with humiliation as he laughed at you. He slipped his pinky into you as well, four fingers filling and stretching you, his thrusts brutal as he slammed them into you. He barely managed to squeeze all four of his digits into you, your tight cunt practically strangling them as you clenched down. "No? Don't stop? Thought you were faking it, baby."

"Please, don't... don't..!"

Your unfinished sentence hung in the air as your ass rose from the mattress, liquid spilling out of you and splashing onto Heeseung’s clothes and the mattress. He cursed, fucking you harder with his fingers, wringing out every drop you had to over until you were left trembling like a leaf. His eyes looked practically insane, dark and enamored in how you fell apart beneath him, only making him want more.

When you collapsed back down, he finally pulled out, grinning as he took a long lick along his hand, tasting your cum. You were left flushed and breathless, mind blank as you tried to process the fact Heeseung had just made you squirt like that. 

"Tell me you faked that. Go ahead. Try."  You couldn't, there was no use, and he knew it. He chuckled, slapping his wet hand against your puffy sex, cruelly laughing at how your hips jumped again. "Can't believe you have such a weak pussy, cumming so easily from just my fingers. Fucking squirted everywhere, ruined my clothes. You should apologize."

"You... You made your point—"

You weren't able to finish, Heeseung’s hand wrapping around your throat to cut you off.

"Shut up."

He clambered over you between your thighs, other hand coming up to your mouth. He pressed his thumb against your bottom lip, and you obediently opened, letting him in and sucking on it, tasting some of your arousal on him. He ground his hips against yours, and you felt the thick, heavy bulge press against you. 

His fingers tensed around your neck, a small whimper passing through as you stared up at him with wide, deceitfully innocent eyes.

"Aw." He smirked, tilting his head at you. "You're actually kind of cute like this."

You opened your mouth to make some sort of retort, but he squeezed again, halting any bratty comment you were about to make. 

"Should've fucking known. The sudden obsession with my notes. The random laundry hours. The way you'd spend forever in your room fucking yourself with your vibrator. How you'd stare at me like you wanted me to destroy you, just like this." He pressed his thumb against your tongue, pinning it down. "Open."

You did as you were told, parting your mouth as he pursed his lips, letting a wad of spit dangle down his tongue and into your waiting mouth. He pulled out his thumb. "Swallow."

Obediently, you did so, feeling Heeseung’s palm pressed against your throat as you swallowed. 

His fingers flexed around the column. "Want me to fuck your throat? Want me to suffocate you on the cock you've been fucking obsessing over?"

You nodded eagerly, only to be delivered a sharp slap to your mouth. Your jaw tingled with delicious pain, a dull throb starting as he glared down at you with absolute disgust. Most embarrassing of all was the unabashed moan that unintentionally escaped your lips as soon as he hit you.

"You don't deserve it," he spat. "Say it."

"I..." You swallowed again, harder now with how Heeseung’s hand tightened on your neck. "I don't deserve it."

"Deserve what?"

"I don't deserve to suck your cock!" Heeseung finally let go of your throat, and you sucked in greedy amounts of air as oxygen refilled your lungs.

"That's right," he tsked, finally pulling back. "Brats like you don't deserve shit from me."

He hooked his hands under your knees, forcing them up and folding you in half, pressing them into your shoulders. Your bare cunt twitched under his harsh stare, and you tried to reach for him to no avail. All of your holes were exposed, his for the taking.

"Such a pretty fucking pussy." He admired your messy cunt in awe, watching how you quivered in anticipation of what he'd do next. "Can't believe you've been keeping this from me."

Unable to resist any longer, he dove in, burying his tongue in you as far as it would go, mashing his nose up against your clit as he breathed you in. You moaned, fingers tangling into his locks, tugging at the strands as he went as deep as his jaw would allow. "Heeseung!" You cried, gasping at the sensation.

"Like this?" He mumbled into you, coming up for air just for a second to spit on your pussy, licking a broad stripe up your core. "Like the man you hate eating your nasty little cunt?"

You felt your cheeks burn at his dirty words, squirming as he attached his mouth again, the tip of his tongue flicking up and down your clit without hesitation. He sucked on it before slurping up the wetness that came pouring out of you, the sloppy, obscene sounds only adding to your further embarrassment. You couldn't even do a good job at pretending to hate this anymore. It was clear to both you and Heeseung that you were loving every second.

"This weak pussy gonna cum for me again?" He asked, making eye contact as he licked up your pussy again, watching you whimper as the tip of his tongue brushed your clit. "Gonna show me how pathetic you really are?"

Your hand curled into a fist in his hair, making his scalp sting. You held on to whatever remnants of your pride was left. "I-I won't!"

"Mm, you will," he smiled against you, and you felt the insertion of two digits again, curling back into the spot that destroyed you before. You moaned, head tilting back as you knew you were already done for. "Want me to fuck up this pussy so bad. Don't even need my dick to break you. You're such a desperate slut, you'd take anything."

You nodded, knowing everything he said was factual. You didn't even have the will-power to deny it.

"You don't even deserve to feel this good," Heeseung growled, glaring down at you, his fingers vicious as they pounded into you. The wet squelch from between your thighs, and how you clamped down on his fingers like a vice, let him know you knew it was the truth.  "Yet here I am, being so fucking nice to you, when you've been nothing but a bitch to me for years."

His mouth latched on your clit again, giving harsh sucks until your thighs quaked, and you were gushing into his mouth all over again. You felt your eyes begin to cross, orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave, and all you could feel was Heeseung’s lips around your clit and his fingers curling inside you, pressed right up on the spot that had you seeing stars.

Your legs finally fell back flat on the bed, and your chest rose and sunk with every breath you took. Heeseung’s mouth detached from you, a smirk of satisfaction on his glistening face and rosy lips. 

"You didn't even pretend to fight it on that one. Don't tell me you're giving up already," he snickered, spreading your pussy with his thumbs, watching it twitch and quiver in your post-orgasmic state. "I've barely even started."

He manhandled you over on your stomach, pulling your ass into the air and slapping it hard enough for your entire cheek to sting.

"Y-You're so f-fucking mean," you whined.

"Yeah? Hearing you cry like that only makes me want to be meaner," he grinned, gripping your ass with both hands and spreading your cheeks to expose your holes, your wet pussy not helping your predicament. He dug his nails in before smacking the already sore cheek. "I can't help that you like to get fucked like this."

You yelped, turning back to him with tears in your eyes. "S-Sadistic bastard," you hissed.

"Masochistic slut," he smiled, spanking your other cheek.

Finally, you heard the rustling of clothes behind you, and you couldn't help but crane your neck to finally, finally see what you've been waiting for all this time.

You stared at the literal dick of your dreams, gigantic and thick, everything you had imagined and more. He was hung as hell, just like you dreamed. Heeseung’s monster cock looked like it should only belong in porn. It didn't help that Heeseung was unfairly, haughtily, and all to aware of this, his cocky grin as he tugged his shirt over his head telling you he knew exactly what you were thinking. 

"Big enough for you princess?" He mocked, his voice teasing. His body was a perfect match for his dick, large and hard and perfectly built to wreck you. "Is it exactly like you dreamed of?"

You hated how he read you like an open book, knowing he didn't even ask. He just wanted to humiliate you even more. Defiantly, you eyed up his cock, jutting up your chin at him. "I expected better."

His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared at your brattiness. "Yeah?" He gripped onto your hips, sliding your skirt to bunch up your waist further. "You should have no problem taking it, then."

You immediately regretted your decision when he shoved your head down into your pillows, tapping the head of his cock against your folds with wet smacks. His grip on your ass was possessive, fingers digging in as he teased his cockhead against your hole, barely thrusting in half an inch in and out as your pussy made loud, filthy noises. Even with how dripping wet you were and the two orgasms prior, you weren't sure if you'd be able to take him in the same way you had in your fantasies.

Still, the way he barely let you feel the tip was driving you crazy. You gnawed at your lip, trying to push back to have him sink into you, but his grip on your hips was too strong. "Just put your stupid dick in me already!"

"Oh? So much attitude." He sunk in a bit further, the head of him inside you now, and how thick it already felt made your thighs quiver at the prospect. "Want me to fuck up your insides so bad but can't even ask nicely. Stupid brat still needs to be put in her place."

He gave you another inch, laughing at how you quieted down, savoring how your walls flitted around him, trying to accommodate his intimidating girth. 

"Oh? So quiet now. Why's that?" He slid in a bit more, hissing at how you squeezed him so tight. You on the other hand, gripped onto the bed sheets, rendered silent as you pondered how you were really going to fit all of him in you like this. "Where'd all that bitchiness go?"

Heeseung was met with resistance as he forced himself in you a bit further, and hissed with how you practically strangled his cock. He tried to pull his hips back and fuck you shallowly, but the way you gripped him tight like you didn't want to let him go made it difficult. "Fuck, how're you still so tight? You're so fucking wet, made you squirt everywhere, and you're still choking on me like crazy."

"It's your fault!" You popped your head up to glare at him over his shoulders, your eyes glassy with tears. "Your s-stupid dick is too big."

He let out a breathless laugh. "Really? You gonna start crying already?"

He shoved your head back into the pillows, mounting you as he bullied his cock deeper inside.

"I'm not even halfway in yet, princess." He pushed his hips in more, snickering at how you gasped and tears sprung at the corner of your eyes. "You talked such big game, but you're struggling to take me. What good even are you?"

You didn't respond, his words true and causing your face to heat up with embarrassment. 

"Do you need help, baby?"

Weakly, you nodded, bruising your pride as you admitted defeat. Heeseung laughed at your expense, clearly enjoying watching you let go of your stubbornness. Slowly but surely, he was breaking you just as promised.

"Where's your vibrator?"

Your stomach did a flip.

"What?"

"Your vibrator. The one I had to hear you fuck yourself with basically every day? When I was just a few feet away?" He cracked his hand down on your ass, the sound of the impact echoing in your bedroom. "Where is it?"

Warily, your eyes slid over to your nightstand, and Heeseung got the hint. Reaching over, he yanked out the drawer, your prized possessions revealed to him. Your handcuffs, rose toys, all of it was now privy to his scrutinizing gaze.

He clicked his tongue at the sight. "Well well, you've certainly got quite the collection, don't you?"

Humiliation heated your face, but somehow it only made you wetter, Heeseung’s cock sliding in a bit deeper into your pussy. He hissed at the sensation.

"I think I'll go with this one."

Your eyes widened as he pulled out your favorite Hitachi wand, plugging the cord into the extension by your bed and having it whir to life. You tried to close your legs again, but Heeseung smacked one of your thighs, adjusting you so your legs spread even wider beneath him, your back dipping into a low arch. "None of that. You need help, remember?"

He brought the wand down beneath you, the buzzing head dangerously close to your dripping cunt. "This should do it."

He pressed it down against you, and you let out an obscene moan, legs starting to shake as you involuntarily sank down further against his cock. He only mashed it harder against your clit, loving how you unabashedly whined and kicked your feet as it overwhelmed you, your incessant moans too much to even try and hide.

"Thaaaat's it. Look how you're opening up for me." He was already more than halfway in you now, able to feel the vibrations of the wand on his dick as your walls slicked up more, welcoming him much quicker. Drops of you were starting to spill onto your sheets again, ruining them. "Good girl, you're almost there. Doing so good. You're taking me so well."

You were so glad Heeseung couldn't see your expression, the way your eyes were starting to cross and your toes were curling, your orgasm building up as he nuzzled the head deeper against your folds, making you feel every vibration as his cock plunged further and further into you.

Right when you felt your orgasm approach, he slammed completely into you, cockhead spearing to the deepest part of you against your cervix, hitting sweet spots you thought you only imagined, his balls flushed against your sopping folds. He pulled the vibrator away, turning it off, forcing you to feel the way you took all of him, and how so very full you were.

Even without the added stimulation of the Hitachi, you thought you were going crazy, clambering at the sheets as you tried to pull your hips back from him for mercy. He didn't give it to you, though, hips pushing forward with yours, forcing you to stay full and feel the way he stretched you completely. He ground as deep as he could against you, wanting you to feel every part of him.

"Don't run from it. You begged for this, remember?" He squeezed onto your hips, keeping your ass flush against him, not letting you escape. "That was what the vibrator was for."

Your legs trembled underneath you, his cockhead rubbing so deeply in you you felt your belly bulging beneath you. He wasn't even moving and you felt like you were going to burst.

"F-Fuck, Heeseung, please please please—" You dropped your head into your again pillows, babbling out nonsense into the cotton as he pressed his hips as hard against you as he could, feeling your gummy walls swallow him.

"Such a good pussy. Can't help but want to bully it even more," he rasped to himself, balls snug against your clit. Your arousal was coating even his thighs now, a large wet spot darkening on your sheets beneath you as you continued to drip. "Is this why you give me so much attitude all the time? Just hoping I could put you in your place like this? Use you however I want, just like you dreamed? "

You nodded into the pillow, turning your face, one tearful eye staring at him with pleas. "Yes, please just..."

"Just what?" A sadistic grin appeared on his lips. "Move?"

You don't even get the time to respond as he pulled his hips back, leaving just the fat head in you before slamming back in, the brutal thrust making your legs shake. His balls smacked against your clit and pressed against you as he leaned all his weight on you, and before you knew it you were cumming.

Your hands balled into fists as you let out a moan, and your mind went blank, unable to even worry about the noise complaints that were sure to follow in the morning.

Heeseung's evil laugh echoed in your ear as he watched you fall apart beneath him, his hands being the only thing holding you up. "Did you seriously just cum?" You wanted to slap the shit eating grin off his face. "You really are fucking weak."

He pulled back out again, thrusting into you, watching you scramble as he wrecked your pussy, repeatedly hitting those sweet spots over and over again. He leaned down, letting go of one of your hips to wrap his bicep around your throat, squeezing as he pulled you in to meet his thrusts, his other hand landing next to yours to keep himself up. You choked, face free from the pillows, tears streaming down your cheeks as he pounded into you, forcing you to take it like a good girl.

"So fucking pathetic," he cooed in your ear, his tone belittling with mock pity. "Wanted me to fuck you stupid when you're already fucking brainless."

You nodded in his hold, unable to do anything but agree and take it, his huge, pornstar cock destroying you with every passing thrust. He continuously grunted in your ear, his moans making your stomach churn as you heard how your pussy was wrecking him too.

"You really don't deserve such a good pussy, fuck," he cursed. "Shit's too good. Best pussy I've ever had, of fucking course it had to be you."

You felt the same way. You couldn't even process the fact that Lee Heeseung of all people was giving you the best dick of your life. If someone told you that before the two of you moved in together, you would've had them checked into an asylum.

You used one hand that wasn't supporting yourself to grip onto his forearm, nails raking down it as you were forced to endure his brutal backshots. He growled in your ear, biting at the shell of it to give you a taste of pain too. 

"S-So much," you gasped out. "Too deep."

"Yeah?" He yanked you up, straightening his back and arching yours as he forced you upright, bicep still curled around your neck. He pressed his hand on your stomach, the bulge protruding from you, moving as he pummeled into you. "Like it here? Like how fucking deep I am?"

You nodded, whining as he pushed down on you, pressure building.

His hand slid further down, toying with your clit, giving it that same mean pinch and rub that had you seeing stars. You were starting to go light-headed from his choking, the corners of your vision blurring, every little thing driving you mad. He twisted his arm, forcing you to turn your head toward him, and he captured your lips, forcing his tongue back in your mouth to make you go crazy, tasting him as he barreled into you.

"Dumb fucking slut," he mumbled against your lips.

You came again, going weightless in Heeseung’s arms as your knees practically gave out, thighs quaking. You felt your arousal dripping down them and to your knees, and Heeseung fucked you through it, moaning as he felt your pussy spasm and clench around him like a vice. 

He finally released you, unhooking his arm and letting you collapse face first into the bed, the strength drained from your body as he gripped back onto your hips, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts. He planted both feet on the bed, squatting over you as he used your limp body like a toy, burying himself balls deep again as he unloaded inside of you. 

"Fucking t-take it!" 

You whined, feeling his cock twitch and move, pressed right against your cervix, the warm fluid coating your walls in white. 

At last Heeseung pulled out, cock still heavy after he drained his balls in you, leaking with leftover cum. Some trickled out of your hole, and your hips slowly slid down as you laid flat against the mattress, thoroughly fucked out.

Heeseung ran a hand through his sweaty hair, breathing heavily as he took in your limp state. Flipping you onto your back, you couldn't even protest.

He dragged your skirt down your legs and undid your shirt, pulling the offensive material off to finally see your bare form. He squeezed one of your tits, fingers tugging at a nipple as he watched you writhe at his touch. He leaned in, biting and sucking at the skin available to him to cover you in bruises and marks, evidence that would last for days and remind you of how he completely dominated you.

"You were right, you know. Earlier." He panted, enamored at your stiff nipples, toying with them as he pleased. He sucked at your neck, giving a cruel nip before licking over the marks left behind. "If you were walking around the apartment in just a towel, I don't think I would've been able to resist this slutty little body. I would've ripped it off you and bent you over the nearest surface. I wouldn't even be able to hold myself back."

He pinched both nipples, pulling them up to make your back arch, your whines music to his ears.

Licking his lips, he smirked. "You probably wouldn't have even tried to stop me."

You weakly nodded as he finally let go of you, but your relief is short lived, hearing the sound of a loud buzz returning. Opening your eyes, you see the hitachi back in his hands, thrumming back to life, his smile sadistic as he took in your expression.

"W-Wait!" You tried to cross your legs, but he forced them apart again, hand shoving against a knee to expose your puffy core to him once more.

"Can't have you talking shit again, baby," he cooed, spreading your spent cunt and pressing the vibrating head against you. "Need to make sure you to know who you belong to."

You practically screamed feeling the vibrator on you again, Heeseung’s cum gushing out of you as your pussy spasmed. It pooled beneath your ass onto the sheets, the white liquid spilling between your cheeks. You felt like such a hot, sticky mess, but Heeseung didn't seem to care. His grin only widened as he continued to torture you with pleasure.

"Look at me," he commanded, gripping your jaw and forcing you to face him, staring between his face and the vibrator in his hand as he pressed it harder against you. "Want you to remember it was me who did this to you. Made you a fucking mess for me."

You cried, the overstimulation hurting oh so good, an orgasm you couldn't even avoid threatening to take over again. You didn't even know you could cum this much; you thought it was only the thing of dreams, but Heeseung was intent on outdoing your fantasies and then some.

"Should've just come to me instead of scribbling in that stupid little book," he chastised, watching as he milked out all of the cum from your pussy. He should fill it back up when you're empty again.  "Should've let me ruin you the way you always wanted. Could've just knocked."

"I-I didn't think—"

"You never think," he shot back. "Don't use that pretty little head of yours for anything except insults, trying to get under my skin. Just hoping I'd fuck you hard enough to get rid of that bitchy attitude."

You nodded in agreement, feeling another orgasm take over you.

"Are you going to cum again? C'mon, thank me when you do."

"Th-Thank youuu!" You shouted out the words as you came, thighs trembling to the same tune as the vibrator, eyes on Heeseung just like he demanded.

When your whimpers transitioned into weak pleas, he finally turned the vibrator off, having mercy on your poor, sweaty form. Grabbing the backs of your knees again, he folds you in half, latching his mouth on your pussy again and burying his tongue in deep. He scooped out whatever cum was left on his tongue before spitting it on your clit, taking one hand and rubbing the cum in circles over it with his thumb. He shuffled closer, cock hard again.

With the last bit of strength and sanity you could muster, you reached for it, feeling the girth in your hand and how you almost couldn't close it properly around him. You stroked it, still slick with your cum, heavy and hard. It was crazy to you that you had been able to fit all of it in you, and you were all too willingly about to do it again.

You aligned it with your entrance, biting your lips as you tried to get him to enter you again. Clearly, Lee Heeseung had broken you not only in body, but in mind too.

He seemed to know it, too, following your direction and slowly pushing back into you. You realized how empty you had felt before, and how delicious it felt to be full again.

"Gonna stretch you out so you can only take my cock," he muttered to himself, sliding in further and further, the glide much easier than the first attempt. "Gonna shape this pussy to remember my cock. No one will be able to satisfy you anymore. Not your vibrator, not your small, useless fingers. No one."

You knew every word he said was the truth, wrapping your legs around him to pull him in until his pelvis was flush against yours, balls pressing against your ass, all of his cum pushed out of you and only adding to the slick slide of him as bottomed out.

His fingers entangled with yours, pinning your hands over your head as he pulled his hips back, thrusting into you slowly at first. "Tell me you're mine," he demanded, leaning down so your lips would barely touch, forcing you to share the same breath. His eyes locked with yours, staring intensely as he studied the dreamy, fucked out gaze in yours. "Say it. No one can get in this pussy as deep as I can. No one can satisfy you like me."

You nodded. "I'm yours. H-Have been for a while."

"Always have," he grunted, eyes twisting shut as he started to get rougher with his pounding. His hands squeezed yours almost painfully. "You were always fucking mine. You're gonna come to me from now on. Every time this pussy gets wet, every time you have some dirty fucking dream about me, you're going to tell me, got it?"

Your legs squeezed around him tighter, feeling his pelvis grind against your clit, the poor, overstimulated nub practically screaming from the pain. "Yes!"

"Every time you give me that bitchy little attitude and start shit for no reason, I'm gonna fuck it out of you." He growled out the words, kissing you again, letting you feel the hum emanating from his throat. He hammered against your cervix, hard enough for you to worry it would feel bruised. You knew you were going to be sore as shit come morning, perhaps the entire week. "Gonna fuck the shit out of you just the way you want, and you're gonna take it like a good girl."

You moaned against his lips, squeezing his fingers back, his thrusts heavy as his balls roughly slammed against your ass, the sound of skin against skin and your wet pussy swallowing him completely filling the room. He breathed heavily against you, head dipping down to bite into your shoulder, hard enough to leave marks.

"My slut," he rasped. "Mine."

Your pussy clenched around him as you came, and for the second time he unloaded inside you, your spasming cunt milking whatever was left of him into you. He groaned, mouth crashing to yours as his cock twitched inside you, pumping out his thick and heavy load, right against your cervix, making sure you took all of it. Your fingers tangled together with his, and you moaned one final time against his tongue.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, bodies intertwined, sweaty skin pressed against each other as you looked into each other's eyes, trying to catch your breath.

Lee Heeseung had somehow managed to excel even your wildest fantasies, railing the absolute shit out of you, and you loved every second. You'd never be able to forget this, never live it down. It was something neither of you would be able to ignore, ever.

He finally pulled his body weight off of you, no longer crushing you and giving you more room to breathe. You missed his warmth already, but his hands stayed secured in your own, and his softening cock was still buried inside of you.

His eyes searched yours, as though he were trying to see if you regretted it. 

Finally, he spoke.

"You can yell at me all you want. Scream at me after this, bitch, I don't care," he said. "But I'm not letting you go. Never. You're stuck with me forever, got that?"

You swallowed, your heartbeat practically leaping out of your chest.

He bit his lip, eyes soft. "Is that ok now?"

You had been stuck with Heeseung your entire life. He was the one thing you had never been able to escape.

And for the first time you no longer wanted to.

You nodded, "I'd like that."

His deceitfully innocent grin spread on his face, and he glanced over to the Calc 2 book that had been thrown aside. Reaching for it, he licked his lips.

“I guess it’s time to fulfill these requests, then.”

[bbyhee]

You are so kidding my fucking life. I thought the Sunghoon fic you wrote was crazy? THIS WAS EVEN MORE FILTHY AND CRAZY. Genuinely.. easily top 5 Heeseung smuts. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. This was so fucking hot, I am floored. Heeseung, come pick me up, IM HORNY. Holy fuck. I’m actually so fucking speechless???

The dreams. The GOD DAMN DREAMS. Every single one, fire. Absolute fucking flames. Especially the face fucking one. OH MY LAWD I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES I WISH THAT WAS ME RIGHT NOW. And then you go ahead and add Sunghoon into one of those dreams. EIFFEL TOWER 🗣️

God. I’m gonna re-read this for days to come. No fucking notes at all. Heeseung dirty, filthy, mean MOUTH. Fuck I love it so bad. If you look closely I’m sliding down the wall, head in my hands, screaming, crying maybe moaning, who fucking knows now. But this earnt you a follow and possibly a kiss man.. idk

Can this Heeseung suddenly appear in front of me and take me next 🙏🏼 god I’ve seen what you’ve done for others

(L)ovely, (E)xtraordinary, (T)alented, (S)pecial, (F)unny, (U)nique, (C)aring and (K)ind.

A E I O U THIS KEWCH

[jaeyunsmochi]

O M F G

[m-hypen]

Your Eyes Only

Your Eyes Only Ship: Enemies to Lovers | Camboy!Sunghoon x Reader Description: “I could always tell the others, you know,” you bluffed, unable to sound anything other than unsure of yourself. “I could let everyone know that Park Sunghoon jerks off for strangers on the Internet.” “Oh yeah?” Sunghoon gripped your wrists tighter, keeping them glued to the wall. He leaned in closer, tip of his nose brushing yours now, eyes daring you to look away. You sucked in a breath at his proximity, like you were prey that had fallen into a predator’s trap. “And I could tell everyone that you were one of them. That you watched every single one of my videos and came to my voice like a good girl—“ Warnings: Mean Dom!Sunghoon, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Filmed during sex, Creampie, Sunghoon cums a lot, threats of blackmail, Pussy Slapping, Masturbation, Oral, Use of Sex-Toys, Breeding Kink, Cum-Play, RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF CUM I am being serious, Sunghoon is both hung and wet, Overstimulation, degradation/humiliation my specialty, Fingering, Weed, Ass-Play, Rimming (f. receiving), Spit, Praise, #GOONNATION Word Count: 21.8k A/N: BTS version with Jungkook can be found on @littlemisskookie as Viewing Pleasure!

Sunghoon always had a talent for worming himself into your brain without even trying. He was a no good parasite to your psyche, bringing himself to the forefront of your mind day after day, like the inconsiderate asshole he is.

You never could stand him, not understanding why Jake thought he'd be a good addition to the friend group. Sure, he obviously got along with Jake well, and Jay. But those two got along with anything that breathed, they were easy going like that. What surprised you was that Yuqi and Soyeon seemed to actually like him too, fond of him, not even indifferent the way you had hoped. You were the only one who didn't seem smitten by him, so clearly you were the problem.

But you weren't.

Sunghoon may be charming, welcoming, maybe even a little handsome, but you weren't going to fall for his tricks. No, you were immune to his spell, refusing to fall for the facade he put up. It wasn't that he had done something in particular to set you off at first, some catalyst that sent you both over the edge towards a general disdain. Hell, part of you was admittedly a little curious about him when Jake first introduced him.

But there was something about him that made you not trust him, like he was hiding something.

He was always the first to leave the function, heading out way earlier than everybody else. Good luck trying to get him to go out on a Friday night, he always said he was "busy". You guys would have to twist his arm behind his back to convince him to go out for even an hour. 

"Maybe he has a girlfriend," Yuqi suggested when you first brought it up.

"Really? With how I hear him and the other guys talking about sex and such, I wouldn't think so. I mean wouldn't that have come up in conversation by now?" Soyeon questioned.

"Maybe he wants to keep her a secret. With a face like that I'm sure he's got options." Yuqi thought about it for a moment. "I at least doubt he's completely single, looking like that."

Ah, so that's the kind of man Park Sunghoon was. You could definitely see it. Every time the others were able to snag him for drinks or some event, he never failed to have at least one girl approach him that night. Sure, Jay and Jake were immensely attractive as well, but there was always something about Sunghoon. He had this inexplicable way of drawing people in, making them want to know more. Whereas others were intrigued by his air of mystery, you were perturbed.

At least, you tried to be. Admittedly you were always paying attention to him, aware of his presence in a room, tuned in when you heard his voice, watching when no one else was.

You noticed more things to dislike, things that others would easily dismiss.

He always had to have the picture retaken a million times if he didn't look good in it by his standards, which is ridiculous, because he looks good all the time. He'll slow you guys down when you passed by something reflective, like a mirror or window, just to fix his hair. He'd do the same to stop and take a photo of something, not even alerting anyone until you noticed a few yards ahead. You later found out he was a photography major, which you supposed made sense, given all the fancy cameras he had despite the fact he was just a college student.

In fact, he always seemed to have really, really nice things. Stuff that no one else your age could afford. A wide variety of cameras that took photos in better quality than your eyesight, Tiffany rings he sported that emphasized how long his fingers were, a Prada backpack you were sure cost upward of a thousand dollars. You supposed he must come from a wealthy family, but Jake told you his parents were high school teachers.

The more you found out about Sunghoon the less made sense. He was an anomaly, a conundrum that drove you insane every time you were near.

You must've been too obvious with your distaste, however, as it even caught Sunghoon's attention. 

"You don't really like me, do you?"

You had stepped out during dinner to take a breather, hitting Yuqi's THC pen as you took in the quiet. You were having a bit of sensory overload in there, one of the nearby tables having a group of rambunctious kids running around, their parents refusing to actually parent. The food you had been given was wrong and you tried to eat it anyway, just to avoid embarrassing the waiter, but it was a bit too spicy for your palate. The real kicker, however, was that you happened to be sitting next to Sunghoon, and suddenly everything else was inconsequential.

He was what was overwhelming.

You could smell his cologne, the scent so alluring you wanted to press your nose against his hoodie to get a better whiff. His profile was perfect in your periphery, but you couldn't risk turning your head to blatantly admire it. The way his fingers wrapped around the utensils, the small clink of his rings against the silverware, like he was daring you to look at his hands— it was tempting you to sin.

All you could do was sit quietly while everyone else participated in lively conversation, ignorant to your dilemma. You tried to breathe in and focus on the sound of the kids squawking a few feet away, but you only manage to breathe in more of his perfume.

You hadn't spoken a word to him, or even looked at him this entire dinner, and already it was too much.

You turned to Yuqi, nudging her arm. "I need to step outside for a second. Can I hit your pen?"

She nodded, handing it to you from her purse without a thought as you slipped out of the restaurant. You took a few hits, watching the smoke blow out, wondering if it looked that way mainly because of the pen or how cold it was outside. The faint heaviness beginning to form in the back of your eyes brought you some sense of comfort. You hated the cold, shoving your free hand in your pocket, but it was preferable to what was inside.

You thought you had gotten reprieve from the situation at hand; that is, until the situation followed after you.

Which brought you to now.

You stared at Sunghoon, almost in disbelief. It wasn't like he had really made much of an effort with you, either. You've never had a real conversation with him, not once. You can't recall him really making any attempts, or you dismissing it. You just assumed he didn't think you were really worth the time, perhaps the least interesting friend in the group. Not that you'd consider him your friend by any means.

Why did he follow you out here?

You take in a deep inhale with the pen, feeling the smoke fill your lungs before blowing it out. "What gives you that impression?"

"We've been sitting next to each other for an hour now and you haven't even looked at me."

You probably would've looked if he were somewhere more convenient, like at the end of the table or right across from you. It felt too obvious to do so when he was directly to your left. You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about the fact he had come outside with you just for this conversation. "I was occupied."

"How? You've barely talked the entire dinner." Clearly Sunghoon wasn't going to let you get off that easy.

"What about you? It's not like you were making an attempt to chat me up," you pointed out. "You never have."

"Did you want me to?"

You blinked at him, now able to take in how he looked. He was wearing his usual oversized hoodie and jeans, hood draping over his head right above his bangs. His alabaster cheeks seemed to be tinged with pink from the cold already. His eyes seemed so dark, almost intense. Perhaps you never noticed because it was never directed at you.

"Why would I?" You're filibustering your bravado now, mind scrambling to make sense of the situation.

"I don't know. We're in the same friend group. We should be friends."

Funny. You didn't think he actually cared about stuff like that.

"We aren't friends," you pointed out.

"We aren't," Sunghoon agreed. There's a pause. "Why aren't we?"

"I don't know. You never really tried to get to know me, I figured you didn't care."

"You didn't seem like you wanted me to. You put me at much more of a distance than you do the others," he countered.

"I've known them longer." You tapped your fingers against the pen, suddenly feeling a bit anxious. Why did you feel the need to explain yourself to him? Should you have at least given him a chance? Why didn't you? Because you were afraid of him seeing right through you? Were you just afraid of rejection?

"So you were like this with them when you first met them?" Sunghoon questioned.

Shit. "No..." you admitted.

"Then what's the deal?" 

"I..." Your mouth opened and closed, searching for some answer.

"Well?" Sunghoon said sharply with widened his eyes, agitated by your lack of words.

"I just..." You sucked in a breath, bolstering. "I don't trust you, I guess."

Sunghoon seemed genuinely taken aback by your words. He blinked at you, furrowing his thick brows, flabbergasted. "Excuse me?"

Finally he was the one caught off guard. You felt a strange rush of pride at the new sensation. The moment you saw the look on his face you couldn't get enough, all of his incredulous disbelief solely aimed at you. "I mean, yeah. You're practically just a stranger to me who was shoved into my life. It's not like you really seem all that committed, either. I mean, you barely respond to the group chat, you always leave early, Jake has to practically threaten your life for you to go out." You looked him in the eye, face unreadable. "Why are you here?"

His lashes fluttered as he took in your assessment, the gobsmacked expression he wore morphing into something darker. 

"Fuck you," he hissed.

"Excuse you?" You blanch at his vulgarity.

"Yeah, because I've done absolutely nothing to you, and you apparently had this whole judgement already made without even getting to know me," he huffed. "You make all of these assumptions, say you don't trust me, and act like it's my fault. You never made any effort to get to know me, but apparently you do just from, what, observing me?"

"I've seen enough." You crossed your arms, "Everything I just pointed out was true."

"What? You've been watching my every move, princess?"

Your nose wrinkled in disgust, Sunghoon digging under your skin with the sudden, demeaning title. "Don't call me that."

"No?" Sunghoon smiled, his fang-like teeth almost blinding you. It was the first time you’d seen him do that to you, but for some reason all you feel is ice. "It's fitting though. Prissy princess who judges people without even trying to get to know them."

The audacity of the man. You were about to sound belligerent if he kept pushing.

"Since when did you care? You've never even tried with me. Like you even give a shit."

"I tried when I followed you out here. Turns out you're just getting high because you can't stand to sit next to me." Sunghoon's eyes darted to Soyeon's pen in your hand. He didn't seem to be a stoner the way the rest of the group was, always passing the bowl along as your group got high in Jake's "freak shack". It was just a shed where he kept his motorcycle and some lawn chairs, but it's where you guys typically hung out if you weren't out on the town. You were starting to suspect Sunghoon had a general disdain for THC, with you now joining the list of dislikes.

"You're right." You took a big hit of the pen, sucking in harshly and holding it in, just to piss him off further. Smoke tendrils curled around your lips. "I can't fucking stand you."

Sunghoon scowled, waving his hand in the air to dissipate the smoke, glaring at you hard. "Feeling's mutual."

You couldn’t help but smirk a bit at that, and it felt like something clicked into place. Maybe this was inevitable, since the very first moment you saw him. Perhaps it was fate. You two never had a chance at getting along, and now you didn't have to pretend any more. You shoved the pen into your purse, turning away from him. "I'm going inside."

Sunghoon didn't say anything after that, just following you inside as you both took your seats. You turn to your right, completely away from him, like if he was out of your line of vision he'd cease to exist. You're more animated in your conversation with Soyeon now, almost to make a point. You weren't the problem, he was.

You were unsure if the rest can sense the icy tension between you two, but if they did, they didn’t bring it up. You spent the rest of the dinner talking to everyone but Sunghoon, pointedly ignoring him despite the fact he was right next to you.

Maybe you were a little prissy.

—

You had assumed that you and Sunghoon would go back to being indifferent towards each other after that conversation.

Boy, were you were wrong.

Now, you two seemed to have formed some sort of relationship, and an unhealthy one at that. 

You walked into Jake's freak-shack, having hitched a ride with Yuqi to get here. The group was sitting in a circle, some in lawn chairs, some in beanbags, others on the floor, right next to the heater. Jay was taking a huge rip from the bong, hacking his lungs out as soon as he pops off the top of the tube.

Sunghoon was the first to notice your arrival, eyes sliding to you. He looked ridiculously good, spreading his legs from where he sat in Jake's shitty chair, arms crossed. It made you infuriated.

"The princess is here," Sunghoon said, not even greeting you directly.

You scowled, stomping in, Yuqi trailing behind shortly after. Jake smiled at you both, slapping Jay's back repeatedly as he tried to recover. "Dude! You guys are going to lose your mind when you try out this strain! My plug really hooked us up," he boasted.

"That's some good shit right there," Jay coughed, voice somewhere between a wheeze and a rasp.

You reached for the bong, completely skipping over Sunghoon.

Sunghoon raised a brow. "Aren't you considerate."

You rolled your eyes, "Like you were going to take a hit anyways."

"Maybe I was," he argued.

"Oh yeah? Come here, take it from me then. See what happens."

Soyeon groaned, shaking her head. "Can you guys not fight right now? You're ruining my buzz."

Ever since that conversation, your interactions with Sunghoon were always negative. He was always picking a fight with you now, calling you that nickname he knew drove you crazy, always making some snide comment. You didn’t remember him being this talkative before. You almost missed the days of you two being practically silent around one another.

And yet... there was some strange thrill that came out of arguing with him. It was like a dance, a battle, some back and forth where one would win, but it was never truly over. Sometimes you looked forward to the hangouts just because you knew this was coming. Sure, you couldn't stand Sunghoon but... Maybe you just needed to let off steam, and it was easier when you didn't care about the other's feelings.

Sunghoon never held back from your sharp tongue, delivering his own blows as well. Hell, sometimes he'd find you alone just to make some snide remark. 

"Just like you to assume, huh?"

"What, not good enough for you, princess?"

"I guess that's your call to make, since you know everything and all that."

At first you didn't know what to do with all of the attention Sunghoon was now giving you, but there was something addictive about it. Sure, it wasn't positive attention, but it was attention, and it was from him. For some reason it made a world of difference, like in some sick, twisted way you were special, because as far as you were aware, you were the only person he treated like that.

The others might've been annoyed with your constant bickering, but you knew you and Sunghoon saw it differently. It was like your way of getting along, the constant jabs leading to... you didn't know what. You wouldn't be surprised if you and Sunghoon got in a physical altercation one day, so maybe that. You'd probably be the one to throw in the first punch, anyway.

—

"He's absolutely infuriating! He thinks he's soooo princely, with the quiet, goody two shoes act," you huffed, digging the strap of your bag deeper into your shoulder. "It doesn't help that he's freakishly hot, either. Bastard was never told no in his life, and now all of us have to suffer the consequences."

Here you were again, complaining about Sunghoon to your best gal pals. God, they must be sick of hearing about this. Still, you had a pretty good reason for being pissed this time. Mainly that Sunghoon happened to run into his friend at your favorite coffee shop, said friend being the man who stood in front of you in line. Charming Sunghoon had managed to cut ahead of you to join him, turning back once to give you a cocky grin that confirmed this was absolutely a slight against you.

"You know, you're more alike than you'd think. You're both stubborn, hot heads—" Soyeon began.

"Not good qualities to share," you reminded.

"Both of you enjoy that disgusting Cheerwine soda, are on weird sides of TikTok, and somehow find a way to be cold in 70 degree weather, " Yuqi interjected. "And you collect physical media!"

"Woo, capitalism?" you fake cheered. "Not my point. He's too infuriating to even think of that way."

"I think you're just too pent up lately. Stressed. You should probably get laid," Yuqi laughed. "It's been a while for you. I know I wouldn't have lasted as long as you have. I'd be feeling like I could explode any minute."

"Trust me! Accurate assessment. The problem is I haven't met anyone I want to fuck," you sighed.

"You admitted Sunghoon was attractive," Soyeon pointed out.

"Yeah, I mean sure, he is. I'd probably fuck him if I didn't know him." You rolled your eyes. As much as you couldn’t stand his guts, you had reckoned that the very first thing you thought when you saw him was lustful. lustful, like, if Sunghoon ever found out today you thought it, he’d get a restraining order. "Very unfortunately for me, I do know him. And I also know that I can never even entertain the idea of letting that two eyed cretin get the better of me."

"I suggest you just wack off in the mean time," Yuqi shrugged. "I know my right hand has done more for me than any man ever has."

"Same," Soyeon agreed.

"Trust me ladies, I've got gooning down to a science. Lately though nothing's hitting the spot." It was incredibly common for the three of you guys to be way too comfortable with each other. Oftentimes you guys were providing TMI on your hookups, sending each other twitter links, sharing kinks, or straight up watching porn together just to give commentary. They were more than familiar with your masturbation-addiction, given the fact that you hadn't been touched by another in literal years. 

"I thought those audios you found were helping?" Yuqi inquired.

"Yeah, but there's only one creator I like, and he's been on hiatus lately. I've got all of the materials he's released so far memorized at this point." You shook your head. "I need to find a new field to discover."

"What've you covered so far?"

"The basics. Pornhub, twitter, manga, hentai, audios, Reddit, GIFs, Rule34, tumblr, AO3, pretty much any fanfiction site actually." You counted out the different websites with your fingers, emphasizing your efforts. "I probably have a problem at this point, actually."

"Have you ever tried like, live stuff?" Soyeon questioned. 

"What do you mean?"

"Like people who film themselves in real time getting fucked or jacking off. Cam-people," she clarified.

"You mean like OnlyFans?" You pursed your lips. "I see the bots all the time under posts on Twitter. They've never really intrigued me. I’d feel little pathetic with the idea of paying for porn when there's so much of it that's free on the internet."

"Some of it’s free. Frankly most of it unless you get into someone specific. There’s camming websites too. I go to one particular site, it's pretty niche. It's none of that corny, bad acting, fluorescent lighting, bullshit. Granted, I'm mainly looking for the girl ones, but I know there's a guys section as well." Soyeon shimmied her shoulders for encouragement. "Who knows? Might fix the lone-rut you’re in, at least, until you fix your actual rut."

"Fuck it, send me the link," you shrugged. "It can't hurt to try."

—

You scrolled through the website Soyeon had shown you with little preamble, the array of cock and pussy on your screen barely disconcerting. You looked at so much porn nowadays that you were quite literally desensitized. It was hard to find anything that particularly peaked your interest, the flesh tones in each individual box blurring together as you rolled the wheel on your mouse on and on into the abyss. 

Finding no luck through the explore page, you head over to the Top Trending section; perhaps what was currently most popular would give you some idea where to start.

Watching people jerk off never had much appeal to you. How much could a person do on their own, anyways? Part of what was typically so exciting about porn was seeing two or more people come together, seeing their desires mix and fight with the others, almost in battle.

But hey, maybe there was something you were missing. There had to be a reason this particular field was so popular.

You go to the top videos on the camboy section of the website, eyes barely registering the pale, muscled figure in the thumbnail. Your eyes briefly skim over the username and attached description. IcePrince. I like it messy. Nice hook. That was enough for you. Clicking on the top trending video without much fanfare, and instantly it's like the wind had been knocked out of you.

It wasn't because of the toned abs and big dick, which you had come to expect already. It wasn't even the pretty lips and sharp jawline that hovered at the top of the screen, perfectly parted and letting out drawn out, breathy moans.

No, it was because of how wet the cock on your screen was, standing tall, pre-cum oozing from the tip and down over delicate fingers, trickling along his balls to pool into the seat of his gaming chair, lone drops spilling from the edge. The camboy jerking off on your computer was so obscenely wet, the sounds of his hand playing with his cock filling your headphones. He wouldn't even need lube, you suspected, probably ready to go always if this is how wet he already was. It looked like he had cum all over himself already, and he was still hard, cock twitching in his hand as it slammed down to his balls repeatedly, spreading the mess everywhere.

IcePrince moaned, a long, drawn out sound that made your toes automatically curl.

"Fuck, baby..." The deep bass of his voice itched a sweet spot in your brain, making you fully tune in to him. "Gonna make me cum so hard..."

You shifted in your seat, rubbing your thighs together as you watched him lean over, spitting on his cock with a thick wad that dangled from his lips for a moment, hovering over the head before dripping all the way down.

He smiled, a small smirk caught on screen as he smeared his spit along with the cum, making his lap even messier. 

"Think a slut like you deserves it?"

You found your mouth automatically watering, drool pooling inside as you imagined running your tongue up from the man's balls to his tip, collecting his cum as you go until you had enough to swallow and do it all over again. You knew instantly that if you ever had the chance to get with a guy like him, you wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

You clicked on IcePrince's profile and looked at what else he had. A plethora of old videos appeared, but each slightly grey and with a lock symbol on the thumbnail. The time stamps on the videos taunted you, some quick enough for an addicting loop, some long enough for you to edge along with him.

Subscribe for access to IcePrince's additional content.

Your eyes slid between the profile picture and the different thumbnails, and you bit your lip at the realization.

"Shit."

—

Some might think it's silly to pay $10 a month to jerk off, but clearly they hadn't been introduced to the wonderful world of IcePrince the way you were. 

Oh, how little they know.

Quickly the cam-site had become your favorite streaming service, the link automatically filling into the search engine when you began to type the first few letters.

IcePrince was addicting , to say the least. 

He had variety. Different themes or costumes he would wear for special occasions. The rings he used the decorate the hands he fucked his cock with, the string of curses he let out every time he came, the dirty words he said to his followers. The man was a treat in every facet of the word. He had an aura permeable even through the screen, and even though you couldn't see his face you knew he was attractive. He had that cocky, smug attitude of someone who knew they were hot. 

He was definitely just as big as he appeared. It was harder to garner the size in comparison to his hand, needing two wrapped around to cover the entirety of the shaft alone. On one stream he was requested to compare it to something, and your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as he held it next to Dasani water bottle. 

He smirked, watching the chat come to life, losing their minds at his gargantuan size. Commenting about how good he'd make it hurt, how deep he could go, how full they'd feel.

"Aw, don't be like that. I'd make it fit, don't worry," he assured, his voice sweet in a mocking way. "I'll make you take it."

Sometimes, for the first few minutes of the streams, when viewers were entering the chat and buzzing with their comments, he'd tilt his head and smile. Like something someone said really amused him, and somehow he was able to make someone feel special from who knows how far away.

"That's cute baby. Real cute." He let out an ominous chuckle, one that said you didn't even know what was coming. "Want me to show you how cute I find it?"

He knew how to switch up the vibes, drive people crazy with his teasing. He could edge himself for the entire hour, until his cock was a pathetic, dripping mess, flushed red and aching to cum, just like the rest of you were. Still, he'd refuse to finish himself off yet, wanting to push everyone else to the brink with him only until he allowed it. 

"Impatient little sluts," he hissed, squeezing his balls, neglecting his cock as it dangled in the air untouched. "You're not in control. I am. You sit there and edge like a good girl until I say, that's how this works."

Other times he'd waste no pretense, mean from the get go, spewing filth as his followers went wild in the chat.

"No," he spat, a sneer on his lips as fisted his cock, using a pocket pussy a viewer had purchased from his wishlist, finally breaking it in. "I wouldn't give you it. Just another brat who needs to learn her lesson, I bet. I'd slap your cunt raw and cum on it after for good measure. I wouldn't even fuck you."

You've begun commenting as well, joining the influx of subscribers vying for his attention, many of your additions being lost in a sea of desperation. You were just another faceless user, starving for another stranger on the screen.

There was one time you were able to catch his eye, though. 

prettyprissy02: wonder if that big cock's actually good for something

You had commented at the perfect time, right when there was a slight lull in the chat.

IcePrince mouthed along to your words, reading it, a breathless smile on his face at your audacity.

"Good for something, huh?" He shook his head as if in disbelief. "Real brat we have in the chat, huh? I can think of something it'd be useful for."

He licked his lips, another bead of pre-cum sliding down and over his hand, taunting you.

Your hands flew to the keyboard, heart racing at having him reply to your comment.

prettyprissy02: yeah? like what

He hummed, as though he were deep in thought. He tilted his head to the side, his voice a sweet caress. "Shutting that whore mouth."

His words rang in your ears, and you swore you never came as hard in your life as you did that night.

Safe to say, you were perhaps a bit more calm now with the help of IcePrince. He had so many videos, endless content for you to spend nights obsessing over. You practically had the sound of his moans etched into your brain, and you now had something to look forward to every Friday night, when his weekly shows were. The amount of orgasms the man had helped you through by now was almost enough for you to entirely forget what anger brought you to him in the first place.

Almost.

—

You had begged Yuqi and Soyeon to leave you be and skip out on the group's Saturday game night. As much as you're typically jumping to beat everyone in a round of Catan off of 3 glasses of wine, you admitted to them you'd much rather goon at home and get your daily does of 5 nuts.

Unfortunately, your friends didn't see that as a good enough excuse.

Normally you were especially excited about game nights, always looking forward to rubbing your victory in Sunghoon's face. Tonight, however, your mind was focused on the thought of rubbing something else in IcePrince's face, and your lack of concentration showed in your performance.

While Jay and Yuqi played a round of MarioCart on Jake's only Wii controls, the rest of you played Catan, your favorite board game on a usual night.

It seemed, however, that the familiar hexagons would do little to distract you from the constant need you felt nowadays. Your strategy was unpolished, your moves predictable. Today the dice weren't on your side, and every time your mind drifted to a certain camboy you took a sip of wine, which ended up resulting in you getting more fucked up than intended. And horny, super-shockingly enough.

Sunghoon had even managed to take you off your game, today, managing to beat you in a round of Catan despite the fact you had been the reigning champion. Usually you could strategize against him with ease, with your petty moves of cutting off his routes and stealing his resources. Today, though, you were off the ball, mind too preoccupied with the thought of a wet cock and the wine in your system only encouraging it.

The anger that you felt after you lost, being the sore loser that you are, only ignited your frustration further.

Sunghoon was so smug about it, too, no doubt soaking in the feeling of revenge, every time you gloated about beating him now coming to the forefront. "Not in it today, princess?" He teased, watching you quietly stew in rage. "Clearly your mind must be somewhere else for you to play this terribly. You must be losing your touch."

You felt your blood boiling at his words, mainly because he was right. You had spent so long with your turns today, too, your mind drifting to IcePrince and what he was doing right now, clips of his videos running in your mind like a movie.

"Shut up, Park. You got lucky once, big deal. Doesn't change the fact I beat you every other time," you scowled, quickly grabbing your pieces to pack the game away, flicking one of his houses back to him.

"Sore loser," he taunted, pesky grin on his face. 

That required you to down another glass to wipe the disgusting image from your head.

You later stumbled into the kitchen, instinctively opening up the app (because yes, you were so down bad you decided to download an app to a porn site) and open IcePrince's page.

You don't see any new videos, and the thumbnail from last night's stream glares at you with familiarity. All you see is a new community note.

It's a picture of his veiny hand over the bulge in his jeans, the pale skin contrasting nicely with the denim, his grip teasing and firm. The picture was taken too closely for you to see anything in the background, forced to focus only on his long fingers and tight fabric. The caption was enough to make your mouth water.

Want a taste?

You groaned, refilling your empty glass with another round of Chardonnay. You have only two things on your mind right now: your hatred for Sunghoon, and your lust for IcePrince. Unfortunately the white wine in your system only makes you more vulnerable to your inhibitions.

You heard a noise from the pantry, the shadow inside dancing with the light, and in your drunken stupor you swung the door open.

Sunghoon stared at you, wide-eyed, shocked. You didn't even think to ask what he was doing inside of a closed pantry, instead scowling at him and marching over.

"You!" You pointed your finger at him, crowding into his space until his back was pressed against the shelves, and you were slamming the door behind you.

Sunghoon seemed equally bewildered that you trapped him in a pantry, his eyes giving a faux innocent look that would've made a more naive you swoon. He didn’t seem that drunk, at least, not as drunk as you.

"What's your deal, huh?" You pressed your manicured finger to his chest, as though trying to push him further back when there was no space for him to go. "You just get under my skin and walk away, over and over again."

"I do," Sunghoon admitted.

Your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing at him as you pressed your hand against him, trying to steady yourself. "Why? Do you just like riling me up, is that it?"

"Please, don't act like you're so innocent." Sunghoon's long fingers wrapped around your wrist, securing your hand against his chest as he glared back at you, yanking you closer. His large hand completely dwarfed yours, reminding you of who was bigger, stronger, just how much smaller you were in comparison. Whereas you looked more flushed after drinking, he just looked paler, his face glowing like moonlight inches away from yours. You knew he had to be somewhat drunk as well, having watched these same fingers curl around the stem of a wine glass repeatedly throughout the night, his Adam's apple bobbing along the column of his throat as he drank, mocking you. It kept reminding you of IcePrince, and how the muscles in his neck moved as he gulped down the saliva pooling in his mouth when he started to reach the edge, sometimes failing to swallow enough and allowing the drool to slip down the corner of his lips, begging for someone to lick it up. "You're just as guilty as me."

"And how is that, huh?" Your hand curled into his hoodie. You briefly wondered what he looked like beneath clothes. Would he have the same broad shoulders, toned abs, and rock hard, perfect biceps that IcePrince did? He usually dressed in hoodies and sweats, letting them swallow his taller frame. You've never even seen him shirtless, the goddamn vampire always stepping out in a swim shirt on pool days to protect his ivory skin. Your gaze couldn't help but rake down his form, taking in the oversized hoodie and the denim jeans that reminded you of the photo you just saw.

"You enjoy pissing me off, too. Don't deny it." He leaned in a bit closer, as though to say he weren't intimidated by you trapping him in here. "You wouldn't be in here picking a fight if you didn't like it."

Your mind spun from both the alcohol and the accusation, and you didn’t want to confront the feeling bubbling in your gut either way.

"I think you're just projecting. You want attention from be so bad, you don't care how you get it," you shot back.

"Me?" he questioned incredulously, brows raised. "Wanting attention from you? When you were the one who followed me in here? You just can't leave me alone, can you? I'm always in that pretty head of yours, huh?” He tilted his head, patronizingly, like you were something to be pitied. “I don't even have to try, you're just that easy."

"Eat shit." The words sounded half-assed even to you.

"You know what I think?" Sunghoon asked, inching closer, making you feel crowded even though you were the one who cornered him in the first place.

"Fun fact: I don't care to," you snarled, crossing your arms.

Sunghoon didn't listen, though. He continued as if your defensiveness was meaningless.

"I think you act like a brat because you're just fucking needy. You want someone to touch you so bad you don't even know how to act anymore." His eyes burned into yours as he said it, words low to let them sink into your skin and read you for filth.

Your mouth went dry, and suddenly you're at a loss. Sunghoon's gaze grazed over your face, so heavy you could almost physically feel when it dragged over your lips.

"Why the fuck are you even in a pantry?" You attempted to switch subjects, gain footing, as though finally registering the spices to your right and ramen packets to your left. 

"Wanted to be alone for a second, and Jake's hogging the bathroom," Sunghoon excused quickly, his words easy. "The real question is, why are you in here with me?"

You opened your mouth to answer, his question rendering you silent. He looked at you, waiting on a response, that infuriating smirk gracing his lips again as he realizes you're scrambling for a response.

The alcohol was making your thoughts all fuzzy, and you curled your fist tighter around the collar of his hoodie, gripping onto him.

"Oh? No snarky remark?" Sunghoon chuckled, finger lightly tapping against your hand from where it was still wrapped around your wrist. "That's not like you."

"Shut up," you gritted, trying to press him further against the shelves. He was too strong though, pushing against you, leaning in despite your grip on his clothes.

"Were you that desperate to be alone with me, that it?"

The question made you freeze, stunned by his words. You weren’t even able to give a proper response before the pantry door was suddenly yanked open, and the two of you were forced to look at a very confused Jake.

He blinked at the two of you, processing the scene, Sunghoon's back pressed against his soup cans and your hand curled into a fist at the base of his throat. Both of you stared at him with wide eyes, caught in a moment that almost seemed intimate.

"Uh... is everything good here?" Jake asked, eyes darting between you.

You quickly let go of Sunghoon, stepping back and pushing your way past Jake, shaking your head of the many thoughts that flooded your mind the second before he showed up. "Peachy," you grumbled, slipping away.

You took a deep breath, wiping down the hand that was on Sunghoon, like that alone would erase the feeling of the texture of the fabric. You couldn't believe, drunk or not, that you had let yourself lose to Sunghoon not just once, but twice in one night.

What shocked you more was the tension you felt in the small, cramped space. His body close to yours, the alcohol making you bold and reckless.

For some reason, it felt less like a fight and more like foreplay. 

—

You were half-determined to cancel plans with your friends for the upcoming party. Truth be told, you would've rather spent your Friday night tuned into an IcePrince livestream, happily gooning away with him for the umpteenth time.

Unfortunately for your plans, he shied away from his loyalty to his schedule, announcing in a community post that he would be opting out of this week's broadcast, and would instead post a prerecorded video on the following Saturday. Sure, you were excited about that, but still. Something about the thrill of seeing him in real time, having him read your comments, the command he had on your body from who knows how many hundreds of miles away— it was impossible to beat.

Still, you supposed it'd be better to distract yourself from the disappointment. That was really your only other plan anyways. You might have to seek therapy if you started to let your addiction to touching yourself control your social life, too. 

Still, Soyeon could be very persuasive, and despite the fact that you almost fought Sunghoon in a pantry last time you were all together, she insisted you had to join them tonight, and even though you didn't want to be out in the first place, there were conditions.

"Can you at least try getting along with Sunghoon tonight?" Soyeon begged, cute pout on her lips. "At least apologize to him for trying to fight him last week, at the very least."

You crossed your arms, hating how often it was now being brought up against you. "I was drunk. I barely remember how we even got there in the first place."

"It looked like you were going to either kiss him or punch him, according to Jake."

"Jake doesn’t know shit about shit," you huffed, exhausted with the topic at hand already."Can we please stop talking about it? I want to put it behind me.”

"Promise me you'll at least try to apologize."

You rolled your eyes, giving a reluctant nod. "I'll try."

You and the girls ended up showing up late, mainly due to Yuqi spending what felt like forever to do her makeup. The boys were already inside, apparently, and Soyeon had disappeared from your side in search of them. Yuqi, on the other hand, searched for a drink, offering to get you one.

You declined, still embarrassed by the events from last time you drank. If you were going to make some form of amends with Sunghoon, it'd be best to do it without the help of tequila.

You yourself walked through the crowds, trying to see if you could spot the guys, or perhaps anyone you knew and wanted to avoid. Maybe if you avoided Sunghoon all night you could lie to Soyeon and say you got the job done. Maybe Sunghoon had already forgotten about the incident, and chalked it up to be another typical fight that transpired between you.

You doubted it, though. You knew Sunghoon well enough at this point that you suspected he would hold it over your head, taunting you with it.

For what part, exactly, you were nervous to find out.

Finding no luck inside, and irritated from constantly bumping into others in general, you decided you needed a place to properly breathe.

You stepped out on the porch, welcoming the autumn air, surprised to run into Sunghoon of all people.

Shocked to see him with a joint between his lips, mainly.

"I didn't know you smoked," you couldn't help but quip, mind racing back to the last time you were together, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the memory. You wondered for a moment if it bothered him the way it bothered you. You thank your lucky stars you weren't fucked up right now the way you were last time you saw him. Otherwise you'd probably be leaning him against the railing, threatening to fight him then and there. Or worse, you might kiss him just to shut him up, maybe bite on his tongue for both good measure and punishment.

Sunghoon turned his head to you, and for once it wasn't with a mocking sneer or look of general disdain. No, he looked a lot like how he did those last few seconds at Jake's house. More smug, more knowing, like he had a secret you wanted to know. You couldn't help but feel yourself be drawn in. He stared at you, face morphing to one of guard and caution. He blew out smoke, eyes intense, his expression barely illuminated from the light inside and the moonlight overhead. "Gonna tell on me?"

You shook your head, stepping forward. "Snitches and stitches, however it goes."

You leaned against the railing with him, and he offered you the joint, your fingers barely brushing with his as he passed it. You're surprised he's even offering, half expecting him to tell you to fuck off for the pantry-stunt you had pulled. Perhaps this strain made him a bit more tolerable. You inhaled deeply, watching the tip of the joint glow orange again, holding the smoke in your lungs before letting it billow out of your lips. Sunghoon watched you intently, eyes never leaving your face, quiet.

You eyed him, wondering why he was suddenly acting so nice to you. Was it the weed? If this was high-Sunghoon, you could certainly get used to him.

"What brings you up here?" Sunghoon asked, taking the joint from you. "I hope not to threaten my life again. Should I step away from the ledge?"

You rolled your eyes at his over-exaggeration. "I don't recall ever threatening your life, Sunghoon."

"Really? I remember differently," he hummed. "Like you shutting the door behind you and shoving your fist by my neck."

You felt your face burn at the memory. "You're so overdramatic."

"Look who's talking."

There's a beat of silence, both of you staring at each other in the dark, the smell of weed in the air.

"Wasn't in the mood to party, I guess," you said honestly, a small shrug in your shoulders. "I wasn't even planning to be here, tonight, actually. Kept thinking about what I would've rather been doing tonight, instead."

"Which is?"

Oh, fucking myself to some stranger on the Internet, like scheduled.

"Being at home." You're struck with how much eye contact he makes with you now, gaze never leaving yours as he breathes in deeply and lets the smoke escape his lips Were his eyes always as captivating as this? You supposed you never thought about it much when you were arguing. "Plans got in the way."

"You mean this party? Why even go?"

"It's not the party." You sighed, thinking about the best PG way to word it. While you had no problem telling Yuqi and Soyeon the problem bluntly, you knew better than to give your worst enemy the knowledge that you have nothing better to look forward to than gooning at home. "I have this show I watch every Friday, but there's no new episode this week. I went to this because that was really my entire plan for tonight."

"I get what you mean." Sunghoon passed the joint back to you.

"What about you?" You accepted the offering, taking in a deep breath. It must've been too much, though, because you're coughing out when you finish the question, barely managing to hack it out. "I thought this wasn't your scene?"

Sunghoon surprisingly reached for your back, patting it as you continuously cough. The way he rubbed your back soothingly was enough to jar you, and you quickly glared up at him when your heart skipped a beat. You prayed the fabric of your clothes and the combination of weed is enough for him to not feel it. He only gives you a small smile, one you're unable to discern in the dim lighting. 

"It's not so much that." He removed his hand once you straightened your back and quit your hacking, and oddly enough you missed his warm touch in the cold already. "Let's just say my plans fell through, too."

"I gotcha." You passed him the joint again, eyes raking over his outfit. The all black fit of dark jeans, a black shirt, and black and blue jacket on top, was enough to shroud him in the shadows that surrounded you two. The dulled music from inside and the sound of the night around you felt intimate, almost in another time entirely. Was this the weed? "I'm, uh, sorry for last time, by the way."

"Oh? What for?"

"For being so... aggressive, I guess." You didn't know how to properly word it. Sorry for almost choking you out? Sorry for thinking about kissing you while I did it?

"I think I'm used to it from you at this point," he shrugged, taking in a deep inhale of the joint. 

You nodded quietly, subtly shivering from the quiet cold of the night sky.

In comparison to his warmer fit, you're dressed quite immodestly. Luckily it's not freezing outside, but it's not exactly hot either. With the help of a liquor coat it would've been pleasant,  but tonight it would just have to be tolerable.

"Do you want to wear my jacket?"

You felt as though you were pulled out of a trance, barely registering his question. "Huh?"

He's already shrugging the black and blue outerwear off, slinging it around your shoulders. The weight of the leather is comforting, the oversized fit of it covering most of your outfit. "Here. You can wear it until we go back in."

You breathed in deeply, no weed this time, Sunghoon's cologne now filling your senses. "Er—Thank you."

He whipped out the last of the joint, now close to a nub. He relit it, the fire from the lighter highlighting his handsome features in the night. He breathed it in again, sliding the lit joint to you, tendrils of smoke escaping from his lips. "Last hit. Want it?"

You accepted, taking the roach and sucking in until the embers ate away to the filter. You eyed Sunghoon suspiciously, cocking your head to the side. "Why're you being so nice to me?"

Sunghoon looked almost taken aback at your question. "I dunno," he said. "You're not acting bratty for once."

Your blood ran cold the second you hear the word brat, like you were some sort of sleeper agent or something. Suddenly it was like something else was taking over you, making your mind drift to dangerous territory when it came to him. For a moment you thought about actually flirting with Sunghoon, a small secret in the quiet of the night. You forgot that you're you, and he's him, and this shouldn't even be happening right now. Had his tune changed after you practically threatened him in a pantry? Had the ambiance of produce made it where he could suddenly tolerate your presence?

You swallowed, trying not to think about what could've happened if you let yourself forget for a moment that Park Sunghoon was practically the bane of your existence. If you had never known him at all, if you were just two strangers, sharing a joint in the night, having a rare moment alone from all of the chaos inside? Would you flirt? Would you be able to bring him home with you? Perhaps go to his? Would he treat you like the brat he accused you of being?

You let yourself think for a second about what it'd be like to be Sunghoon's for a night, and wondered in the back of your mind if his mind was reeling just as yours was. If this moment felt a little more loaded than it should for him, too. No words in particular, no action, just the quiet knowledge that this wasn't casual for either of you.

Would Sunghoon be like IcePrince? You wondered. Would Sunghoon speak that nasty? Give filthy words and lewd promises? Just hearing the word brat leave his lips... He sounded so much like your favorite pornstar that your body immediately tuned into it. 

No, you couldn't think like that. You couldn't think of that. You had to snap back into reality.

Instead, you leaned into the feeling of the heaviness in your eyes, the effects of the weed. You couldn’t stop looking at him, tracing the moles on his face, the half-lidded look in his eye from the weed, the way the breeze floated his bangs oh so gently over his brows, all accompanied with the husky, Sunghoon aroma you were breathing in now. It was like you were being completely consumed by him, and he hadn't so much as touched you. Your eyes raked up and down his form, scanning his outfit, recognizing the logo on the shirt.

"You like The Weeknd?" You rose a quizzical brow, recognizing the t-shirt from the merch lines that spend what felt like forever standing in. 

"Yeah. Saw him when he was in the area in August."

"You're kidding! I was at that concert, too." You're surprised Sunghoon liked that artist. He didn't seem like the type.

Now it was his turn to raise his dark brow at you. "You like The Weekend?"

"Yeah, I love his music. I hate his acting stuff, though. Don't get me started on The Idol, that shit was so ass. But separate the art from the artist I guess, his music's still good. I have, like, all of his records on vinyl," you boasted. You thought back to Soyeon's request of you, and how nice Sunghoon had been to you so far. "You could... um... borrow one, if you want."

Sunghoon looked as though he were genuinely off guard, shocked by your offer. "Really?"

"I mean, I guess. I prefer listening on vinyl, personally. I don't know if you have a record player, though."

"I do."

You were becoming more and more perturbed with how much you and Sunghoon seemed to have in common. "Oh, um, cool. I guess I'll give you one after class then. Any requests?"

"None in particular."

"Cool. Guess it'll be a surprise, then."

—

You twiddled with the straps of your tote bag, occasionally glancing inside it to make sure all of the contents were inside, as though someone managed to pickpocket you in this empty hallway within the last five minutes. For some reason you felt a bit nervous, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for Sunghoon's photography class to end. You only knew he had this class because both of yours were in the same building and ended at the same time, and you had the displeasure of bumping into him on numerous occasions this semester.

You glanced down at the blue SOS album cover, internally cursing yourself that you didn't bring The Weeknd's Trilogy, but you tend to overthink. Surprise me, he said. And silly little you, you wanted to obey. He would've probably suspected you'd bring something from the completed collection you bragged about; so, you thought about what else he might enjoy. You, thinking about Sunghoon's preferences, baffling!

He seemed to like R&B, and one of your favorite albums was by SZA. It was one you found yourself always coming back to, especially lately. Perhaps you were curious as to what his thoughts were.

You only left your class 5 minutes early because you completed the professor's survey already. It wasn't like you were anxious to see him or anything.

 The door opened and students came flooding out, the class having been dismissed. Your eyes parry through the faces, searching for Sunghoon's, but as the current of students slowed to a trickle, you didn't see him.

Was he the type to skip often? You wondered. He didn't seem like the type. Then again, you barely knew him at all, really. He was just some stranger you were forced to hang out with constantly, who drove you up a wall and made you want to pull out your hair. 

You peeked inside, spotting a few students dotting along the rows of seats, putting away their remaining supplies, talking to the professor or other students. You spotted Sunghoon speaking with another guy, unaware of your presence. You debated waiting for them to go into the hall, but your anxiety was getting to the point where you knew you should get it over with before you psyche yourself out.

You hesitantly approached, getting in Sunghoon's eyesight. He looked up, furrowing his brows, confused by your appearance. "Y/N?"

You don't even get the chance to respond before the other fox-eyed friend turned as well, spotting you. "Y/N? As in pantry-girl?"

He slapped his hand over his mouth, realizing what he just blurted out. His eyes were wide, apologetic, darting between you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon sighed while your face burned, and he nudged his friend in annoyance. "Thanks, Sunoo."

Sunoo grimaced, bowing his head down and grabbing onto his backpack. "I'll just... go. Sorry." He headed toward the back of the class, the wince still evident on his face. "It was nice meeting you."

The two of you watched him as he ran away from the awkward situation, and you glared back at Sunghoon once his friend disappeared. Without the help of being under the influence, you were finding your confidence around him to be deteriorating. "Telling everyone that, are we?"

"You did have me trapped in there, you know."

"Oh please! You could've easily yanked the door open or shoved me to the wall too, if you wanted to."

"Believe it or not, I'm too much of a gentleman."

"Bullshit. I wouldn't want your gentleman act anyway, even if it was real." You shook your head, irritated. "Clearly you aren't one to be completely honest. I guess my gut was right."

"Please, when someone asks what you were up to over the weekend, why wouldn't you mentioned being shoved into a pantry?"

"One you were already in, for some reason!" You cocked your head at him, narrowing your eyes. "Which you still haven't given a proper explanation for, actually."

"Maybe I was hungry."

"Or maybe you're just lying again." You rose your brows expectantly. 

Sunghoon sighed, agitated. "Why're you here, anyway? To argue with me? What, are you that needy for attention?"

You suddenly remembered what he had snarled in your ear that night, and how it made you feel, and now you're tempted to forget your gift entirely. But what would you say? That you really did just barge in here to pick a fight with him, just like he accused you of?

You reached into your tote bag, pulling out the vinyl, and shoved it to his chest, averting your gaze to avoid eye contact. 

"Surprise, asshat," you muttered, stepping back to let him hold it and turning away, stomping out of the classroom.

Thank goodness it's Friday.

—

You tuned into IcePrince's scheduled live stream, desperate to blow off some steam and get rid of the pent up frustration Sunghoon built within you. While you knew very well the saying of don’t let 5 minutes waste your whole day, you couldn’t help it. Hours later and your blood was still boiling finding out Sunghoon was talking about you with Sunoo.

As usual, IcePrince started it in an unfairly flattering fit, light blue button down and black slacks complimenting his figure nicely. You wondered if he was going to do role play today. Perhaps act like the chat was his employee, and he their boss, punishing them for terrible work? Fuck, you still couldn't get over the boyfriend roleplay he did one stream.

"Hi, subs," IcePrince started out, like always. "You brats miss me?"

You felt the urge to nod your head violently. Yes, so much. Even though you rewatched his past videos like a favorite show, you missed him. Missed seeing him live, watching his brain melt away at the same time as yours.

The chat flooded with greetings. He answered a few about his day. Surprising. How was school? Exhausting. Fuck anyone you could show us? Funny.

An R&B song you recognize plays in the background, a song you had practically memorized by now.

After two or three minutes, though, there were plenty of viewers, and it was time for the show to begin.

royalty._.queen: show us ur dick already

"Oh? Is that how we ask for things?" You imagined he rose a brow. "Needy today, aren't we? But brats don't get what they want."

royalty._.queen: plz

IcePrince chuckled, breathless. "Good girl," he purred, the words caressing your ears as if it were meant for you.

He finally pulled down his slacks, wasting no time shoving his boxers down along with it, revealing the big cock that got him so many subscribers.

IcePrince sat back down in the gaming chair, rolling forward more and gripping his cock, which wasn't even fully hard yet. Still, the size was intimidating, and your thighs did their automatic clench whenever you saw it.

"This what you were so desperate to see?" You could hear the patronizing smirk in his tone.

His half-hard cock slowly began to harden, the large appendage rising to be more upright as more blood rushed to it. IcePrince groaned, biting his lip, still teasing the head as he gently bucked his hips, only letting himself touch the tip.

"Fuck," he breathily moaned, hips circling more. He muttered to himself, perhaps delirious. “That’s it. Make it hard for me.”

Suddenly he was squeezing his hand harder around the head, evidently in the mood to be rough at the moment. "Needy fucking slut... hate you so much..."

He exhaled hard from his nose, getting worked up.

"Need to fuck you so bad, though..."

Your ears tuned in for a moment, and you noticed the song shift to a following track. A SZA track. He must be playing an album in order. Good taste. You'd bet he'd appreciate it more than Sunghoon.

goongirl314: what are you thinking about?

A sly smile appeared on IcePrince's face, tilting his head as though he were half in this world, half in the fantasy he had already started conjuring up.

"This girl I know," he tsked, lip twitching at the thought. "A needy little brat who drives me insane."

Heat began to pool between your legs as you continued rubbing yourself, your now slippery clit easily gliding against your two fingers.

"Shit. She doesn't even know. She doesn't even know what I'd..."

He trailed off, squeezing the base of his cock tightly and keeping his grip as he slid it all the way up to the head, precum sliding out, dribbling down his girth. 

goongirl314: what would you do?

You leaned in, wanting to ask the same question.

IcePrince huffed out a laugh, squeezing his wet cock harder. "Fuck, what wouldn't I do," he hissed, as though the very thought got his blood pumping faster. "I'd fucking ruin her for anyone. Maybe edge or overstimulate the brat until she finally breaks for me. Maybe breed— fuck, just like that.”

Your breath hitched at the thought, getting wetter, now sliding your fingers down to your entrance and easily slipping them in.

"I'd make her cum over and over again until she said she couldn't take anymore, and then I'd still keep going," IcePrince grunted, large hand sliding over the head of his cock, smearing the precum along the shaft. "I'd make her cum one more time for good measure."

He started pumping at a steady pace now, in time with the music. You could already hear the wet fapping noises picked up on the microphone.

"I know her—fuck—bratty face would look so pretty covered in my cum," he gasped, bucking his hips up. "Think that every time I look at her."

He licked his lips, the action barely caught at the top of your screen. You see his red flushed cock, straining in his pale hand as he furiously fisted it.

"Think of shutting her up on my cock. Kissing her so she can shut the fuck up for once. Maybe slap my hand over her mouth as I drill her from behind the next time I see her on campus," he groaned, pace picking up. "Wanna make her take every inch. Wanna make her as crazy as she makes me."

The chat flooded with comments.

zZ_kittenz_Zz: fuck I'm so jealous

goongirl314: new girlfriend here???

hwy1005: she's so lucky

incredibleyfoxee: boo should be me

royalty._.queen: have you fucked her yet

omegaverseenjoyer2: breedbreedbreedbreed

"Can't fucking stand her," IcePrince rambled on. "She can't either."

He let out a low, filthy moan. Fuck, you're embarrassingly close already. And there was still a whole 50 minutes left to go.

"Only makes me want to fuck her harder."

You listened to the song switch again, and instead of your eyes constantly shifting between his cock and face, you found your eyes wholly trained on the tippy top of your screen.

“Someone’s got to put that princess back in her place.”

You swore to God, in that bedroom that night, that time froze.

What he was saying... seemed eerily familiar.

You squinted harder, trying to gaze at whenever his jaw or his chin entered the frame, even his lips on occasion. Suddenly you were more tuned in with the background music than IcePrince’s moans, SZA’s Low now echoing in your mind. You tried to see if there were any extra pixels you had missed, perhaps a dot that could otherwise be interpreted as a mole. Maybe accidentally bending too low and revealing the tip of his nose.

The song... his words...

No. There was absolutely no way in hell.

Your eyes glazed over the background for once. Before you had been too preoccupied with the view front and center. But now...

You looked towards the open closet, a neat array of jackets inside.

The sleeve of a black and blue jacket caught your eye.

Suddenly your ears were ringing, and it was like everything went quiet.

No. 

This had to be some sort of coincidence.

Your mind spun, connecting the possible dots that IcePrince, the stranger you've been dedicating orgasms at least once a day to, was the same obnoxious Sunghoon who tormented every other corner of your brain not currently occupied by his alternate persona.

You felt the blood rush back to your ears, your hearing slowly fading back to existence, IcePrince's moans vibrating against your eardrums.

Your eyes studied the figure on screen, his pale, ivory skin. His chiseled, cut abs. His large, wet cock, currently being fucked by his also large, veiny hand.

Fuck...

He was speeding up, tilting his head back, the column of his pretty neck bared for the camera,  the overwhelming urge to sink your teeth in taking over logic.

Fuck it.

You reached for your vibrator, roaring it to life, entirely too focused for the next 48 minutes.

—

You couldn't stop. Every time you watched an IcePrince video, your mind would fill in the gaps, seeing Sunghoon's face instead. Every time he bit his lip, all you could envision were the same eyes that glared at you with contempt. It didn't help that their lips and jaws were so similar. The same plush lips you watched moan out obscenities could be the very same one that got on your very last nerve.

You were being driven crazy. You couldn't stop touching yourself to the videos now, somehow even more than you had before. You couldn't stop watching; it was practically addicting. You knew how wrong it was, to pretend, maybe even know, this was Sunghoon. You couldn't help but cum even harder than before, though.

Still, you had to deal with the horror of the aftermath.

Your mind spun with unanswered questions, consumed with guilt, lust, and curiosity. 

Eventually you decided you had to know, once and for all.

You tapped Sunghoon's number on the group chat, having never saved it in all your years of knowing him, sending your first text.

You: need to get vinyl back. can i swing by urs tn and pick it up?

Unknown: Mine?

You're surprised he doesn't automatically ask who you are or how you got his number. You'd be very surprised if he actually had your number saved prior to today. 

You: ya. will b quick. 

Unknown: And you need this by tonight?

You: ya

Unknown: I'm free now if you want to come over

You pumped your fist in the air when he sent his address, half disbelieving that he actually did it. 

Your blood was pumping wildly when you get to his apartment, heart hammering against your ribcage as you knocked on the door. A few seconds later and he wa opening the door, looking down at you. He looked so fucking good, a tight, black compression shirt hugging his chest and massive biceps, along with grey sweatpants that made your mouth practically water.

Had someone told you a month ago that you'd be drooling at Park Sunghoon like a dog, you'd punch them in the face.

"Take your shoes off," Sunghoon immediately ordered.

You automatically slipped off your sneakers, pushing them next to his other ones along the wall. Your eyes scoured the place as you stepped in with him, trying to find any sign of his alternate persona. His room. You had to see his room. With how often you watched the camboy's videos, now having studied the scenery in the back, you were confident you'd recognize it instantly.

"So... you collect vinyl?" You recalled a Metallica album music playing in IcePrince's recent video. If he were Sunghoon, that would mean the player was most likely in the same room he filmed in.

"Yeah, some. Mainly 70's rock."

"Can I see?"

Sunghoon gave you an odd look, clearly a bit surprised by your sudden keen interest. "Sure. It's the same place where SOS is."

Your heartbeat was pounding in your eardrums as he directed you to his room, and the moment you see it, your mind was static. Quiet, but full and loud and all at once.

Those were the same posters. The same clean, minimal aesthetic. The meticulous bedspread corners, the closet in the back, the gaming chair you watched him cum in night after night after night. 

Off on another wall, far enough where his camera wouldn't see, was a tiny table with Sunghoon's record player. There was also a box with his collection in it, which he squatted down in front of and shuffled through to find yours.

He was saying stuff about the album, certain songs, questioning why you seemed to need it so urgently, but you weren’t listening. No, you’re looking at the bedspread you'd watch him grip on tight to, you're locked in on the chair he'd always start the videos in, you're seeing the nightstand drawer where his variety of sex toys were. His handcuffs, vibrators, lube, all of it in the bottom left drawer next to his bed. And you were standing here, knowing.

All this time. All this time you've been cumming to the voice of the man you hated. You had seen practically all of him, and not only did you like it, you craved it.

Your eyes locked onto his broad back, the muscles in his arms as he was turned away from you. You've seen him naked. You've seen his chiseled abs and those biceps at work. Oh my God, you've seen his dick! You know he's the type who can edge himself for what feels like forever, never stops after one round, has a wet ass cock that leaves a mess to be cleaned up. You've heard his moans when he does so, and now you trained yourself to be in tune with it.

Sunghoon turned around, confused by how quiet you were. "Are you all good?"

"Just..." Your eyes scanned the room again, landing on the records. "Just can't believe you've got so much Chase Atlantic."

"Right, well, here's the album. Thanks for letting me listen to it." He passed it to you, studying your expression, the way you seemed so on edge and not in the way he was used to. "Why'd you need it tonight?"

"Oh, stuff." Your mind was scrambled, and it was like you couldn't even come up with a decent lie even if you tried. "I should... I should probably go now."

Your heart felt  like it was racing a million beats a minute now with the quiet confirmation flooding your brain.

You turned to leave IcePrince's room when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you back until you're landing in the gaming chair. It doesn't help your existential predicament, however, and all you can think about is how many times you've watched Sunghoon jerk his cock in this exact chair.

You warily look up at Sunghoon, his eyes much more intense than before, laser focused on your expression. You tried not to let the guilt show, the shock, how you were frazzled and overwhelmed, the lust, like your body had been triggered just from the sight of his room. You were no better than Pavlov’s dogs.

He leaned in, hands on either side of the gaming chair, staring you in the eye.

"You know," he said quietly.

Your reaction was telling enough, looking as though you had been caught when you blinked up at him, holding your breath. You felt all of the blood drain from your face, pooling down past your neck. Your heart rate skyrocketed as you were forced to endure the nightmare you stumbled upon.

"Fuck." He straightened back up, running his hands through his hair. "How long have you known?"

"N-Not long!" You felt jumpy, cornered, no way out, forced to admit the truth to Sunghoon. "I only found out it was you for like, a week, or something."

There was a pause as he registered your words.

"Yeah?" One of his hands slides down his face, and his eye peeked between his fingers, stare heated. "How long were you watching?"

Your cheeks burned, and you couldn't help but feel the need to cower beneath his gaze. It didn't help that you were sitting down when he was sitting up, making the feeling of him towering over you more intimidating than ever. "A while."

"A while?" Sunghoon echoed. "How much did you see?"

You were unable to come up with a decent response, mouth parting open with nothing to say. Your silence said it all, guilt permeating in the air. The answer was obvious. 

All of it.

Unexpectedly, Sunghoon smiled.

"Wow. Obsessed were you?"

"As if!" You feel the need to defend yourself, as though you had a valid case.

"Can't believe you now, princess. Not with that guilty look on your face. C'mon, look at me. Don't be shy now." He grabbed your jaw when you tried to look away, forcing you to look up at him with those sweet, pleading eyes.

You attempted a snarl, but the noise you made out was embarrassingly close to a whimper. You looked up at him, that smug, handsome face staring down at you with so much pride, so much satisfaction. It was the grin of the winner, and now he wanted to enjoy the prize.

"Can't believe you were getting off to me," Sunghoon purred, cocking his head to the side. "How many times, huh? Or is it too many to count?"

"You're such a fucking dick," you seethed, shoving yourself off the chair, letting it spin mindlessly away. His touch lingered on your skin like a brand, and you could still feel the brush of his hand against your face.

"Speaking of—"

You stomped back towards the door, your face burning. "Fuck off, Sunghoon!"

"Hey, I think it's kind of cute." He's so mocking with it, shit eating grin spreading across his face, amused by how you seemed to be falling apart in front of him. He should be the embarrassed one. Everyone watches porn, but not everyone makes it.

Then why does it feel like he's the one whose seen you naked?

"I'm done talking about this!" You huffed, shaking your head, doing your best to shake away thoughts of Sunghoon and his large, wet cock out as well.

"Yeah?" You're being yanked backwards again, body practically weightless under his spell until you found yourself against a wall. You were breathless, mind spinning as Sunghoon pressed his body against yours, hands trapping your wrists beside you to prevent you from leaving. His breath fanned against you, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "Too bad. I'm not."

You tried to push against him but realize he's much, much stronger than you had anticipated. All that time you spent staring at his biceps when he was pumping his cock, and this is where it gets you. 

"Fucking let me— ugh!"

"Where do you think you're going? We were just having so much fun." The scent of his cologne invaded your senses again, just like that night. Once again, Sunghoon was easily forcing you to become enraptured by him, until you couldn't sense anything else. He was all-consuming, and he did it all with embarrassingly little effort.

"Fun for you, asshole." You rolled your eyes, yanking at your hands again, doing some damage to your joints in the effort.

Sunghoon grinned smugly, delighted by your mix of rage and humiliation. "You're right. For me, then."

"I could always tell the others, you know," you bluffed, unable to sound anything other than unsure of yourself. "I could let everyone know that Park Sunghoon jerks off for strangers on the Internet."

"Oh yeah?" Sunghoon gripped your wrists tighter, keeping them glued to the wall. He leaned in closer, tip of his nose brushing yours now, eyes daring you to look away. You sucked in a breath at his proximity, like you were prey that had fallen into a predator's trap. "And I could tell everyone that you were one of them. That you watched every single one of my videos and came to my voice like a good girl—"

"I didn't know it was you at first!" you insisted, face burning as though it were on fire. You twisted in his grip against the wall, but he didn't budge, fingers flexing around your wrists.

"Yeah?" Sunghoon's sly grin stretched, eyes full of twisted satisfaction seeing you fall apart so easily for him. "And what about after?"

"What... What about it?" You stammered out the words, suddenly realizing how out of breath your sounded. 

"Did you keep watching after you knew it was me?"

You're silent, only staring up at him with that same deer in headlights look, like you knew you were already dead.

Sunghoon expression was a mix of shock and awe, jaw dropping open at your silent confession.

"You sick fuck, you have, haven't you?"

"N-No!" You defended yourself too late, however, only now hiding your expression by ducking your chin down, ashamed.

"You little liar." Sunghoon moved your wrists to one hand, snatching your jaw and forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him. "Did you have fun? Touch that aching, wet little pussy to me, huh? Did you cum to the sight of me—"

"You're delusional!" You wrenched your hands back to your chest, trying to hold on to whatever scraps of dignity you had left.

"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart," Sunghoon chuckled.

Your mind desperately tried to find a way out of the situation, to cling onto your pride and find a way to turn the tables on him. "As if it means anything! There's probably a reason you only touch yourself, huh?" That caused Sunghoon to freeze, and you smiled at the chance to come out on top. "What's wrong, Hoonie?" you purred. "Hit a sore spot? Is your big dick too useless to actually please a woman?"

He bore his fangs, snarling at you now. "Choosing to be a brat now, are you?"

"Unlike you, I don't pretend to be more than I am."

"Yeah? You mean a mouthy little bitch who's desperate for someone to fuck her like he hates her?"

Your cheeks burned at the accurate assessment, and it made your head spin that he could see right through you.

"You drive me up a fucking wall, you know that?" You breathed heavily through your nose, chest heaving as you tried not to look away in shame, making any attempt to stand your ground or otherwise succumb to the humiliation.

"Yeah?" Sunghoon grinned cockily. "Would you rather I pin you to it, instead?"

You slapped at his chest, panicked. You weren't used to this sort of Sunghoon, and frankly, you didn't know how to react. You should’ve expected it, though. Right now he was every bit the camboy you had idolized in your head.

"C'mon, say it and I'll give it to you. Say you want the dick you've been so fucking obsessed with deep in your guts." His voice was a cruel taunt, eyes practically glowing. He brought his lips up to your ear to whisper, "I'll do anything for my number one fan."

"I'm not your fan," you hissed.

"Are you a subscriber?"

Your face paled in answer, and he only laughed at your misery.

"Wow. Not a fan, but you pay 10 bucks a month to watch me jerk off?" He shook his head at you patronizingly, basking in the humiliation you felt beneath him. "What are you, desperate then? Any cock will do?"

"No," you pushed back, trying not to give in to the pressure.

"Oh? So just my cock, then?" He locked eyes with you, refusing to let you look away.

You tried to muster courage, staring back despite your instincts screaming at you to get out of the jaws of a lion. Sunghoon leaned in close, lips mere centimeters from yours. "You want to know what it's like to be fucked by me, don't you? That's why you kept watching."

You gulped, guilty of his accusations, stunned at how he was able to read you like a book.

"Nasty little perv," he whispered in your ear, like it was a compliment, a secret for you to share. "You want to find out that bad?"

You didn’t get the chance to respond, because suddenly Sunghoon’s leaning in, smashing his lips against yours. Your mind practically melted, instinct taking over as you automatically started to move with him. You couldn’t fucking believe you were kissing the man you absolutely despised, and found it more unbelievable that he was really fucking good at it. The way his hands squeezed harder against yours wrists as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, was enough for you to wonder why you two didn’t get along in the first place. 

Clearly you were able to get along just fine with your mouths occupied.

Sunghoon broke off the kiss with deep breaths, staring at you to assess your reaction. You were flushed, panting helplessly, the look on your face screaming that you wanted more.

He let go of your wrists, stepping back and finally allowing you space to breathe. He tsked, looking at you expectantly when you stayed in place, no longer attempting to bolt. No, instead it was as though you really had been caught, and now you were just waiting to find out what he would do with you.

"Sit on the bed," he commanded, voice calm.

Your heart rate jumped, eyes sliding over to the bed you recognized better than your own at this point. Apprehensively, you did as you were told, sitting on the edge and planting your hands beside you, hands curling into the silk sheets.

Sunghoon eyed you hungrily, eyes darker than before, drinking in the sight of you in his room.

He glared at the miniskirt you were wearing, reaching out to tug at the string that tied it up, twirling it around his finger with barely contained restraint. You couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on the sight of IcePrince's delicate fingers toying with your clothes, the vision something that you thought you could only dream of.

"C'mon. You show up in that tiny little fuck me skirt and expected me to do nothing about it?" His eyes darted back up to yours, sucking in a breath at your nervous expression. "Did you come here just to get fucked?"

You wanted to deny it. You came here for the truth, to set your mind at ease with all of the questions that flooded your mind, to quell your insatiable curiosity.

But if that really was all there was to it, why did you pick out such cute underwear beneath? Why were you still here?

Sunghoon smirked, knowing the truth without you even having to say it.

"Spread your legs. That's right, just like that. Just like you did when you were watching me."

Your face burned as you slowly did as he said, cautiously spreading them .

Sunghoon clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Lift the skirt, c'mon. You're not stupid. You know what I want to see."

You gulped, pushing your skirt up your thighs and revealing your underwear to him, the small damp patch at the bottom embarrassing you to no end.

Still, it didn't seem to be enough for Sunghoon, who raised one thick, dark brow at you. You let out a breath, hooking the bottom of your panties to the side, letting him see your bare sex. You supposed to some degree it was only fair. You've seen all of him and then some. Still, you felt overly exposed, and you wondered for a second if Sunghoon was really just teaching you a lesson about what if felt like.

Sunghoon only bit his lip though, sucking in a breath as he took in the view. "You'd make a killing on streaming, you know," he said, voice teasing. "With a pretty pussy like that and all."

You blushed at his compliment, wanting to snap your legs shut again. You had felt the same way about him when you first stumbled on his streams, instantly understanding the appeal. "Thank you."

"Mm, look at you being so polite. Are you going to be good for me tonight?"

"What'll I get if I am?" You couldn't help but blurt out the question, almost out of genuine curiosity.

Sunghoon smiled, letting out a small huff of laughter in amusement. "Oh? Bratty again, huh? Want a reward?"

He reached forward, tugging at your shirt, urging you to remove it.

"Take this off for me, will you? I'll show you what you'll get if you behave for me."

You deliberated over the idea in your mind before obediently sliding your shirt up your figure and over your head.

Sunghoon started pawing at your skirt too, forcing you to get rid of it along with your bra. "C'mon. You've seen me naked hundreds of times at this point. It's only fair."

Those words echoed in your mind as your thumbs hooked into the sides of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. You locked your knees together once they're off, looking up at Sunghoon with a bit of nervousness. "You too."

He didn't protest, only giving you that same smug look on his face as he grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, yanking it over his head to reveal the very body you had been drooling over.  His abs were tight and hard against his abdomen, and you already knew they looked better with his cum smeared all over. His broad shoulders looked perfect to grab onto, and you couldn't help but feel your mouth water at the thought of one of his bulging biceps wrapped around your neck.

He stepped out of his sweatpants too, letting you see the chubbed up bulge behind his boxers, the fabric tight and revealing enough to let you know he was just as big in person as he seemed on screen.

You licked your lips, cautiously reaching out for him. He let you, grabbing your hand and tugging you closer so you could feel him. Your hand ran down his abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath your fingertips, sliding over every groove just the way you had dreamed.

"Your body's perfect," you accidentally whispered, the words escaping your lips automatically.

Sunghoon smiled at your awe, finding your fascination absolutely adorable as you felt him up, hand roaming up and down the expanse of his chest. "Like what you see, baby?" 

You nodded dumbly, at a loss for words.

He interrupted your fun, however, hooking his hands under the pits of your knees and making you land on your back. He reached for your phone, opening your camera. "Should let you have your own private video then, huh? Since you're such a big fan and all."

You couldn't even deny the accusations anymore, accepting the phone when he shoved it your way.

"Better keep the camera straight, princess. You know I like my videos to be top quality."

He pushed your knees further up until they were almost up to your shoulders, your arms cramped as you tried to fit the scene in frame, your hands trembling with excitement as he settled himself above you.

Sunghoon’s eyes were trained on your glistening cunt, and he let go of one of your legs to reach down, running the expanse of it up and down your sex, feeling how it coated him already. He licked his lips, bringing his wet fingers up to his mouth and groaning softly at the taste of you.

Your lips parted at his reaction, and he smirked at you, popping his fingers free. "You're not filming properly," he said, grabbing your hands and angling the phone at him. "Get everything."

You tried to keep it steady as he hovered over you, giving a broad lick up your pussy before focusing on your clit, twirling his tongue around the bud to feel your hips jump. You mewled, and he gripped onto your thighs tighter, hooking them over his shoulders to lock your pussy against his face. You angled the camera to capture the scene, his head between your thighs, his arms wrapped around each to keep you pinned.

His tongue was everywhere, moving fast to lick every inch of you, leaving nothing unexplored as he devoured you as deeply as he could. He groaned at the taste of the source, licking once again from your entrance to the hood of your clit. "Tastes so fucking good," he moaned. "You're so fucking wet for me."

You shivered at his words, hand curling in his hair as he mouthed at your clit again. His dirty words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, forcing you to soak his face even more.  "S-shit, Sunghoon, you can't—"

He popped up for air, the shine on his lips looking like gloss. He panted against you, his breaths fanning over your naked sex and making you twitch with sensitivity.

"Shut up and let me eat your pussy, yeah?"

He spat on your cunt, rubbing his saliva into your clit before latching back on, like his mission was to make you as messy as possible. 

Sunghoon's eyes were closed, his long lashes kissing the apples of his cheeks, solely focused on running his tongue over your folds. He looked so pretty like this, so concentrated. You could admire the moles on his face up close, study and map them out now from where he laid between your thighs.

Sunghoon looked up, and you could feel him grin against your pussy. He let go of your clit with a wet pop, lifting his head to reveal the wet sheen that covered his lips and chin. "You're holding the camera crooked." He put your shaky hands back in place on your stomach, angling the phone so it was now straightened again. "Focus on me, make sure you get a good shot of me eating your pussy."

He was back on your clit, sucking hard and making you buck your hips up again. He pinned you down with one hand, letting go of you once again. "You're gonna get crooked again. Don't tell me you're so fucked out already that you can't do one simple thing?"

You wanted to protest, tell him the task was nearly impossible with how good he was eating you out. Part of you wanted to be obedient for him, though, and you were so desperate to cum all you could stammer out was, "I'm s-sorry."

"Sorry? Be good then, or I'm not letting you touch me when I finally fuck you." 

You tensed at his threat, the thrill that he was going to fuck you making you more excited, and the threat that you wouldn't get to rub your hands all over him enough to make you nod eagerly. Sunghoon smirked at your reaction, diving back in, making out with your pussy as messy as he was before. You bit your lip, trying to stay focused on the phone screen in your hand, but it was so difficult. Staring at him through your tiny screen, his tousled hair between your thighs, his dark eyes peeking out from beneath his bangs, the drag of his pink tongue along your sex as he held eye-contact with the lens, it was too much.

"Do you like how I look when I eat this pussy? Make it cum with just my tongue?" he murmured into you.

You couldn't help but mewl at his dirty words, thighs twitching around his head. He smiled, corners of his mouth peaking out from between your legs, loving the small sounds of pleasure that escaped you. He sucked on your clit harder, hands gripping onto your thighs with a force that you're unsure is to stabilize you or him. 

"Answer me baby," he purred against your clit, the vibrations from his mouth sending jolts up your spine.

"Y-Yes, you, fuck—" You bit your lip, feeling yourself be pushed to the edge with the pixelated version of IcePrince before you and the real version of Sunghoon on you, making you cum with an ease that seemed almost embarrassing on your end. You've never been more turned on in your life. "You look so fucking good."

Sunghoon let out a hum of approval, working his tongue more rigorously now, shoving it inside and pressing his nose deeply against you, as though trying to breathe you in. You squirmed in place, his big, strong hands helping to move you along and use him. 

"I-I'm close!" you warned, breathing faster as you felt your climax start to take over.

Sunghoon groaned, lost in the feeling of you, not even focused on the camera as he helped you hump his face. "Fuck yes," he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, angling his head the same way he did when he deepened a kiss. "Cum on my face. Let me taste it."

Your hand shot out and grabbed his hair, burying itself at the roots as you held him in place, rubbing your sex up and down his face as your orgasm took over. Sunghoon continuously licked you as you did so, the loud slurping noises no doubt caught by the phone you were no longer paying attention to, the device now angled crooked against your body as you gripped it tightly, focused on chasing your high.

Your thighs shook as you came on Sunghoon's tongue, a loud moan parting your lips as he gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises, tongue lapping up your release with sickening greed. He moaned along with you, never stopping until your shaking ceased and you collapsed on the bed, feeling him working over you still.

Your hand fell loosely from his hair and to the side as you took in shallow breaths, twitching from oversensitivity. You attempted to squirm away, shifting into the sheets until Sunghoon came back up. He looked unfairly beautiful like this, lips flushed the prettiest color and swollen from his efforts, cheeks and chin glistening with your arousal. His eyes were dark, like seeing you undone like this for him, because of him, was enough to make him lose his mind.

"You got the camera crooked again," he commented, reaching for your phone that was now limp in your hand. He grabbed the device and stopped the video. To your surprise, though, he didn't turn it off, instead choosing to flip it to the inside camera and set it against the footboard of his bed. "You know what that means."

He reached towards his nightstand, yanking open a drawer. Your eyes widened at what you saw inside, all items you recognized from previous streams. The vibrator he used on himself to tease his cock, letting out the prettiest moans as he let the toy buzz against his cockhead or the base of his balls, stood at the top of the heap. The blindfold IcePrince sometimes wore, a sheer and black scarf, was just transparent enough for you to wonder what was beneath, knowing without a doubt that he was handsome, but not enough for you to discern his features. You internally cursed yourself for not reaching the conclusion about his identity sooner, but chalked it up to your mind choosing to ignore the obvious. Finally, the piece he dragged out, a pair of sleek, silver handcuffs, ones he used when he simply handcuffed himself to his chair, letting his wet cock pathetically weep all over itself. Your gaze locked on the chain in between that clicked and rattled each time he finally was able to jack off, using both big hands to wrap around his cock as they wrapped up and down, the same way you hoped you would tonight.

He dragged you further up the bed, yanking you into position to sit up for him as he brought both hands behind your back, locking your hands in place as he secured the cuffs behind your back. He brought his lips to your ear, tugging on your cuffs. "You're mine now."

He reached for your phone, pressing the record button, the red square witness to what Sunghoon was about to do to you. 

He dragged you into his lap, kissing your neck as he rubbed his hands up and down your body, cupping your tits and pinching your nipples slightly. "You look so pretty on camera," he complimented, sliding his hands back down to your waist. "Can't wait to rewatch how I take you for the first time on film."

He hooked his hands under your knees and lifted, putting them on either side of his own legs before spreading them. Yours widened with his, your naked sex revealed to the camera.

"Fuck, will you look at that."

He reached a hand down to cup your heat, spreading your folds with two fingers to properly show the camera how pink you were inside. Your sex twitched against his digits, folds glistening and wet, begging to be taken. With his other hand he went back to toying with your nipple, pinching it between his digits before dragging the pointer finger over it tantalizingly. 

With the hand on your pussy he used his ring and pointer finger to keep you open, letting his middle finger drag up and down your sex, teasing your clit. "Were you always this wet for me?" Sunghoon questioned, his voice an inescapable purr in your ear. "Every time you watched me on screen? Every time you picked a fight with me like a little brat?"

Your breathing quickened, not wanting to fully submit yet. "You started it."

"Yeah?" His finger gave a particularly tortuous glide up your cunt, and you twitched under his touch when he reached your clit. He circled it with one finger, teasing, face studying your reaction. "Let me finish it then."

He sunk his hand lower and let his middle finger breach your entrance, pushing past and sliding into you with ease. You keened, finally feeling something inside of you, though it was so much bigger than your own that you were gasping at the intrusion. Your hands twitched behind you, pressing against the metal, and Sunghoon laughed at your resistance.

He curled it inside of you, repeating the motion as he got deeper, watching your eyes droop when he reached your sweet spot. "Enjoying yourself?" he questioned, voice mocking as he kept curling against your g-spot, watching you open your mouth in an attempt to answer and failing. He laughed at your efforts again.

"So cute," he crooned, pecking your cheek, slipping in a second finger along with his first. Both digits pressed against you, amplifying your pleasure, and you moaned under his touch. "Pussy's so fucking tiny for me. Gonna fill you up so much."

He spread out his fingers inside you, scissoring them as he tried to get you to stretch around him. "Open up for me. Don't you want to take the cock you've been dreaming of?"

"Yes, want it so bad," you panted, licking your lips as his fingers got more aggressive, pumping into you more insistently. "Want your cock, Sunghoon. Please."

"Say 'Give it to me, Hoonie'. C'mon. Say it pretty for the camera," he coos, his voice seductive as it practically curled around your eardrum. "Show me how desperate you are."

"Y-You're so fucking annoying," you instinctively gritted out, hands trying to break free of the cuffs despite knowing it's impossible. 

"Still all that attitude, huh?" Sunghoon smiled against your ear, as though pleased by your brattiness, like this was what he wanted from teasing you. He wanted to drive you mad enough to talk back, just so he had an excuse to put you in your place. Maybe that was it all along. He slipped a third finger inside of you, turning your head to angle you so he could kiss you, greedily swallowing your gasp as he consumed it, mouth moving against yours. 

You moaned against him, his three fingers already stretching you out so much, his fingers jackhammering hard against you as he bullied your g-spot. He broke free of the kiss, a string of spit snapping off between you. His lips hovered over yours, parted as you panted out, moaning as he fucked you with his fingers. "Too much?" he asked, eyes looking into yours as he saw that dumb expression start to take over. "Can't take it?"

You quickly shook your head in denial, hips bucking against his hand as his palm repeatedly smacked against your clit, slapping the poor bud. "I can take it," you protested.

"Yeah?" He grinned as though proud of you. He stopped pumping his fingers, instead grounding the palm of his hand against you, digging the heel into your clit as his fingers plunged as deeply as they could, curling inside. "Think you can take my cock, then?"

You couldn't help but jolt in his arms, unable to help but get excited by the prospect of seeing it. You nodded your head, squirming in his arms. "Yes, let me see it. Please."

He chuckled against you, leaning in to kiss you once again, growling against your lips. "You're so desperate for me," he murmured, pulling his fingers out of you to lift you up from his lap and shove his boxers off. He did so, positioning you back in place, his cock standing proud and tall between your legs. He was glistening wet, pre-cum already smeared across the head, the flushed pink color matching his lips. Your eyes drifted to your phone screen capturing everything, the intimidating size right next to your pussy enough to make you gulp.

"It's the cock you've been dreaming of," Sunghoon hissed, reaching out and squeezing the base of his dick. You hadn't noticed, but he was starting to get his boxers wet when you were squirming in his lap, unknowingly pressing against his bulge and causing him to make a mess of his underwear. He slapped it against your sex, the wet sound emanating around the room. "Think you're wet enough for it?"

You licked your lips, squirming again against the cuffs, wanting so badly to be able to reach out and touch his cock, to feel the glide of his cum against the shaft. "I think you'd be wet enough for both of us," you said honestly, practically mesmerized by the sight.

Sunghoon chuckled, aligning the head of his cock against your hole. Slowly, he pushed in, the tip catching against your entrance before he slowly slid deeper inside. He went a few inches in, meeting resistance as you instinctively clamped down on him.

He sucked in a breath, clenching his teeth. He reached for your cunt, twirling his digits around your clit, trying to get you to open up. "Deep breaths, baby. Need you to let me in. Need to give you all of it."

You breathed deeply, feeling your cunt slick up around him and his cock slide deeper inside you, the last few inches bullying themselves in before his balls were pressing against your folds.

You took in another deep breath, feeling so full and spread out for him, his legs keeping your own stretched out wide so the camera could capture everything.

Sunghoon groaned, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck as he tried to steady his own breathing. "Fuck, you're so tight," he whispered, voice whiny from behind you. He mouthed along your skin, bringing his lips up to your neck to run his tongue over and kiss along it. "Feel so fucking good around me."

You mewled at his praise, walls squeezing around his cock in reaction.

He curled both hands around your waist, hugging onto you as his hips instinctively thrust upward, making you gasp. "Don't do that!" He scolded, arms tightening around you as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck. You're driving me crazy. Need to ruin you."

"Then do it," you encouraged, rolling your hips to try and get him to repeat the motion. 

He did so, hips jumping up and aiming right at your g-spot, making you moan out. He growled, squeezing you tighter, voice raspy. "I'm trying to be patient," he gritted, fingers twitching with need. "Need to take my time with you."

"Don't," you huffed, squirming in his hold again to entice him, despite his efforts to keep you still. "Fuck me already."

"Yeah? You gonna beg for it then?" Sunghoon moved again, bouncing you on his cock once more before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look back at him. "Gonna say what I taught you?"

You bit your lip, debating in your head whether you should give in or not, your urge to fight with him on everything taking hold.

"Bratty fucking slut." He glared at you, fingers flexing around your face. "It's just five simple words. Know you want it. Just need to hear it. Beg me to make you cum."

He offered you one final thrust, nudging his cock against your g-spot before stilling his hips. 

"If you don't, I'm pulling out of you right now and edging you all night," he threatened, the look on his face telling you he was deadly serious. "You can walk out of here with a four hour video of me teasing your clit until you're drooling."

You couldn't help but cower under his heated gaze, a piece of your pride crumbling.

"Please, give it to me Hoonie," you said quietly, barely loud enough for the microphone on your phone to pick up on it. "Please make me cum."

The corners of Sunghoon's mouth curled up in victory, and the hand that was wrapped around your waist slowly slid down your stomach and to your cunt. "That's my girl."

He started thrusting into you now, patience seemingly vanishing into thin air as he barreled his way into you, feet firmly planted into the mattress as he fucked you. He moaned, hand splaying along the column of your neck and forcing you to face the ceiling, the fingers gripping around your throat as he forced you to bounce along his cock. He bit into your shoulder, muffling his moan into your skin as he heard how his balls slapped against the wetness of your sex, feeling it coat him already.

"Fuck!" You moaned out, hands scrambling to find something to grip onto, only able to brush along Sunghoon's abs, the hard muscle beneath your fingers providing some support.

Sunghoon leaned back onto his pillows, hand gripping onto your throat tighter, his fingers sliding along your clit as he pounded into you. "Can't believe you take it this good," he panted, groaning into your ear. "Doing so good for me, princess."

You looked over to the tiny screen, seeing his thrusts captured in action as he drove his hips up into you, ass no longer even touching the sheets as he buried himself as deep as he could over and over again. He was addicting to the feeling of you bouncing on his dick, the glide of your walls against his shaft, both of you so wet you were making a mess on the silk. The wet, squelching sounds of your sexes slamming together was impossible to ignore.

"Always wanted to put you in your place like this," he hissed, his sick confession a sweet caress in your ears. "Every time we fought, just kept thinking about how to get you underneath me, fuck you so hard you can't even think about arguing."

Your mind reeled back to every argument you two ever had, the glaring, the heat, the tension. Was this what it was all building up to?

"I wanted you from the moment I saw you, but I just didn't know what to say," Sunghoon continued, enjoying the way you shuddered against him. "And after I followed you out of that restaurant, I hated you. I hated how much I still wanted you."

His hand lightly squeezed your neck again, a soft laugh escaping his lips directly against your ear.

"I couldn't fucking stand you." He said the words so soft and sweetly, almost like it was endearment.

His other hand slid to your abdomen, right below your belly button, pressing down and feeling how he moved inside.

"Now look where we are."

"F-Fuck, you're so deep," you said, the angle perfect to reach where even your favorite vibrator couldn't.

"Yeah?" He hooked both hands into the back of your knees again, folding you on top of him, making sure he was able to get a good view of him pounding you on screen. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. Letting me use you like a little fucktoy."

You squealed, feeling your mind go hazy as pressure built up in your abdomen. Your legs hung in the air uselessly as he did exactly as he said, moving you up and down his cock and forcing you to take it.

"Sunghoon!" His hands gripped your legs harder, his pace quickening when he heard you moan his name.

"Say that again," he demanded, needy to have you scream his name in a different context now. "Need you to say my name like that again."

"H-Hoonie..." Even better. “Hoonie” feels like he might just cum on the spot with how you sound.

"Fuck, that's it princess," he growled, unable to look away from your already fucked out expression. "Look at you, going dumb on my cock. Watch how you take me."

You nodded vigorously, mind empty as he railed his cock into your pussy, your cum coating him so much you could see a frothy ring of white forming at the base of his cock on screen.

"You're such a nasty little fuckslut for me," Sunghoon rasped, every groan and gasp that left his lips being pressed directly in your ear. 

The pressure was building higher, an unfamiliar sensation beginning to pull on you.

"W-Wait, Sunghoon, I-I—" Your legs shook in his grasp, his cock battering against your spot and making the pressure worse. "I think I'm gonna—"

Sunghoon groaned, sinking his teeth into your neck as he quickly let go of one of your legs, rubbing maddening circles on your clit once more. "Cum for me," he demanded roughly against you, licking at the mark he left behind. "Cum for me right fucking now."

You couldn't resist it, feeling yourself let go, your thighs and abdomen clenching as you squirted on Sunghoon's cock. Droplets flew as he fucked the squirt out of you, his pace never relenting as you screamed, throwing your head back as you trembled uncontrollably on top of him. 

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes," Sunghoon chanted in your ear, pistoning into you as you stained his sheets, getting you everywhere. "Look at you. Look at the messy little slut on screen. That's you, princess."

Your eyes darted to your phone, seeing how ruined you look already. It was a sight to behold, the way you already looked absolutely wrecked. You collapsed on top of him, limp in his arms as your limbs let out a few residual twitches, spent from the intense orgasm he provided.

You were gasping for breath, which Sunghoon wouldn't allow, needing to devour you then and there as he smashed his mouth against yours, sucking in your greedy attempts for air. He slid his tongue against yours, moaning into your mouth as he felt your cunt give one more involuntary clench.

"Came so good for me baby," he praised, pecking your lips once more as he finally let you breathe. "Made such a fucking mess on me."

You glanced down at the darkening sheets, your face heating up with the knowledge that Sunghoon would have to clean his sheets of you later.

He repositioned you, lifting you off his lap and finally undoing the cuffs. Your arms ached from the position they were held in, and you think for a moment he'll grant you reprieve. You thought wrong, however, as Sunghoon flipped you over, moving your hands beneath you to support yourself as he positioned you on all fours.

"We aren't done," he said, quickly moving behind you to line the tip of his cock against your drooling hole again, sinking into you.

The glide is even faster this time, barely any resistance in comparison, allowing Sunghoon to start pummeling into you immediately. You're barely able to hold yourself up, most of your strength depleted with that last orgasm he forced out of you. Still, you buck back against his hips, keening at the way his sharp hips snapped against your ass, his hands gripping your cheeks roughly and smacking you to see the clear handprint. It was like the two of you were magnets, only able to pull back a few inches before violently slamming back together.

You were glad your face wasn't what was on camera now, your tongue practically lolling out as you succumbed to the pleasure Sunghoon offered. He reached even deeper inside of you now, his hands tight on your hips as he repeatedly pulled you back against him, using you like a doll.

He barreled a particularly harsh thrust inside of you, forcing your hips to collide with the mattress as he buried as deeply as he could. He pressed you into the mattress, now with you lying on your stomach, unable to support yourself properly. He bit his lip, spreading your cheeks between his large palms to get the view of his cock plunging into him, your asshole winking at him and begging to be ruined as well. 

"You'd let me use you however I want, wouldn't you?" He gripped the front of your neck again, forcing you to arch until you were able to make eye contact with him again. Your arms straightened out in front of you as you tried to stay upright for him. You're unable to answer, choking on your words.

He leaned over you, your mouth wide open from the moans you couldn't contain. He spit into your waiting mouth, hands gripping onto your throat as he felt you swallow it. 

"You're so fucking pathetic," Sunghoon laughed, smiling as he panted into your open mouth, taunting you with the possibility of a kiss. "I guess I'll allow it."

You shuddered at his condescension, loving how small you felt beneath him, completely at his mercy. Clearly he was set on showing you none, however, dropping you back down onto the mattress and lifting you by the hips again, putting your ass in the air. His hands buried into the roots of your hair, keeping your face pressed down into the sheets as he fucked you.

His balls slapped against your folds repeatedly, the wet smacks ringing in your ears. His hand went down to join them, rubbing hard at your oversensitive clit, determined to ruin you.

 "C'mon baby, cum again for me. Gonna need you nice and open so I can breed you properly."

Your eyes rolled, and you squeezed around his cock, like the very idea was enough to make you cream all over him again.

He leaned forward more, fully mounting you now, his face close to yours as he squatted down and fucked you like you were both mere animals. He let go of your hair and wrapped his arm around your neck, choking you with his bicep and keeping you in place with a headlock.

"Should I post this video, huh? Show everyone how this slutty pussy takes me?" He mouthed along the side of your face, lips parted as he moaned into your skin. "Should I show them how much of a mess I make of you?'

You nodded frantically in his hold, mind illogical at the moment, only consumed with the thought of Sunghoon cumming inside of you for the first time and getting it all on camera. You were starting to get close from the lack of blood flow to your brain, your high crashing over you.

"I'm— I'm—"

Sunghoon already knew, the spasming of your pussy as you came around him again sending him to that blissful edge. He could feel you all over him, in his mouth, on his cock, in his arms, your arousal now on his own inner thighs too, your slick everywhere as you continuously trembled underneath him.

"Fuck, that's it, cum again, good girl," he sighed into your ear, slowing his rut to groan his praises, talking you through it. 

You were gripped around him so tight, nothing could convince him you didn't want his load deep inside of you. Your body was screaming for it, begging him to use you for all you were worth. He knew you deserved it at this point. 

"Cunt's tightening around me still like it wants me to cum inside," he hissed. You were moaning so much still. You really were the perfect pornstar for him, just like he was for you. "Wants me to stuff it full so bad. Just begging for it."

He felt himself getting to the edge himself now, needing to release his cum into the back of your cunt where it belonged.

"You're gonna let me breed this little pussy, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up, cum inside?"

Sunghoon's pace quickened, thrusts getting sloppy as he felt you cum on his cock. Before you know it you felt cum shooting into you in massive amounts, creamy white liquid already spilling out of you as he continued pounding into your poor pussy as hard as he could. You whined at the sensation, squirming beneath him as you felt the mess he made. He stilled and buried himself as deep as he could inside you, cockhead pressing firmly against your cervix as it twitched against it, spreading his seed right where it needed to be. He ground his hips up and down, rubbing his balls along your swollen cunt, copious amounts of cum escaping with each slow drag of his body against yours. He forced you to feel full of him and then some, cum having so little room in your tiny pussy, what with Sunghoon's impressive size, that it was impossible to keep it all in.

You held your breath, the sensation of his heavy cock pressing into your guts driving you crazy. Every time you'd try to move your hips forward Sunghoon was following behind, hips glued to your ass, unrelenting. He made sure you took everything before he finally started to move again.

His balls repeatedly smacked against your folds from the position he was mounting you in, the sound getting wetter and noisier as his own cum ran down your cunt and splattered against the force of him slapping against you. There was so much of it, and he just kept going, filling you to the brim and fucking it out of you as much as he could manage, until there was a sticky mess covering your sex and inner thighs. 

"Fuck, that's it. Take it all. Take my cum like the pretty cumslut you are. So pretty for me."

Finally he buried himself as deep as he could again, balls snug against you as he let out the last few spurts of cum he had left. 

You reached behind you, grabbing his balls and gently massaging them, making sure to milk every last drop of him into your pussy. He groaned, shivering under your touch, his cock twitching once more with sensitivity. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl," he praised, petting your hair gently.

He panted, pulling out, watching the obscene amount of cum spill out of you as he does so. Your thighs trembled, quivering as you tried to keep yourself upright, feeling his load glide between your swollen folds and down your thighs before pooling into the sheets.

"Fuck, I don't think I've cum this much in my entire life," Sunghoon said, hand running up your thighs, collecting the cum that had spilled out. He rubbed his messy fingers against your puffy clit, sliding it along your cunt before shoving his fingers inside, wanting as much of it stuffed inside you as possible. "And you're just sitting there, wasting it."

"It's—It's so much," you gasped, feeling more of it coat your thighs as his fingers repeatedly plunged into you.

"No excuse," Sunghoon scolded, swatting your ass to prevent any attempts of backtalk, the residue on his fingers now leaving a shine on your skin.

Sunghoon took a step back, looking back at the phone to see if it was even capable of capturing the view he had before him. His jaw dropped, seeing your puffy, abused lips swollen with his cum, the way he could see droplets catch the light with every twitch of your thighs. Fuck, it was cinema, nothing he had ever shot before would ever even come close to this. He might as well quit classes now.

A good camera man always makes sure to take advantage of good lighting whenever possible, though.

You let out a small squeal as you feel his big hands on you again, cupping your ass with a firm, aggressive grip that told you he wasn't done with you..

Sunghoon spread your cheeks, your messy pussy and winking asshole fully visible on camera.

Grinning, he spread you wider, particularly at the top, before going in at an angle and licking your rim. The smile on his lips was visible to the camera as he ran his tongue up and down, giving it a good view of how he licked you. 

It wasn't until you whined that he really went in for it, plunging his tongue in as far as your ass would allow

He popped his tongue out, scooping up the cum that ran through your messy folds and coating his digit. He let one of his shiny, cum covered fingers up to your asshole, circling your rim with the tip, as though he were applying a gloss. Slowly, he pressed the tip of his digit against you, sliding centimeter my centimeter inside, fighting any resistance. The cum that covered him helped, the lubrication giving him a much easier slide the deeper he got in you.

"Fuck, that's so hot," he said once he got his finger in to the last knuckle, your asshole gripping him tightly. "Your ass opens so good for me on camera, baby."

He slipped it out of your ass, plunging the fingers back into the mess below it to gather more cum and shove it back inside. He did it again and again until his digit was easily sliding in, your hole lubricated with both his cum and yours. He increased the digit from one to two, and it was like he was trying to shove as much cum into your unused ass as possible, making sure you'd hold it one way or another.

"Can't believe you're letting me play with your ass like this," he whispered, eyes glazed at the sight. "You're such a slut for me."

You whimpered as he stretched your ass further, feeling his cum inside as he pressed in with a few more dollops, making sure you're messy. You cringed from oversensitivity as he hooked his fingers into your pussy one last time, watching more of his cum spill out.

"Only for you," you groaned, loving the feeling as he sunk the two fingers in your ass again, until cum started to leak from there, too.

"For me or IcePrince?" he questioned, keeping your cheeks spread as he looks at your two, cum filled holes.

"Both," you answered. "But you especially."

He couldn't help but glow at that, giving two secure pats against your spent pussy and turning off the camera, flipping you over onto your back so he could kiss you once again. "Good girl," he said, pressing his lips deeply against yours, holding you tightly against him, your sweaty bodies molding together. "Did so good for me."

—

You weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting after that encounter. I mean, obviously you still hated the man, but not as much. It helped that he gave good dick and good aftercare, making sure to carry your limp, worn out body into the bath with him to clean you up. He even let you spend the night, his chest warm against your back as you laid in bed. Still, as you quietly slipped your clothes back on the morning after, you were unsure what to make of the dynamic. It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend now or anything. Hell, you didn’t know if this was going to be a regular thing or a one night stand.

Your body shivered remembering everything that happened, and you sincerely hoped it would happen again.

Sunghoon didn’t text you after that, and you definitely weren’t the one who was going to text first. It wasn’t like you could be mad at him for this, though. You doubted he knew what to make of it either. He also hadn’t posted anything on his account. No prerecorded videos, no streams, no community notes, nothing.

At the next game night, you found your eyes repeatedly sliding over to him, admiring his profile, staring at the sliver of skin that peeked beneath his hoodie when he yawned and stretched. You knew everything now. Knew what he looked like under those clothes. Knew why he went home early or spent time by himself or refused to come out with the rest of the group some nights.

With all of your questions about him before now answered, what were you to do?

You didn’t drink at all that night, and neither did he. His eyes would catch yours, fleeting glances, eyes dark as though he were thinking of the exact same thing you were.

Your friends were both too plastered and too focused on the game of Life at hand to notice you and Sunghoon hadn’t exchanged a single insult all night. That, or they were so grateful they didn’t want to jinx their luck.

You were lowkey convinced he’d go the entire night without talking to you, which you were also lowkey-peeved by, until he caught you in the kitchen.

You were getting another glass of water when you heard familiar footsteps, your favorite internet celebrity appearing before you.

At first you don’t say anything, letting the tension that entered the room simmer in the air as the two of you locked eyes.

“Hey,” he said, voice low, as though he were afraid one of your friends would walk in and overhear your conversation.

“Hey,” you greeted back, taking a sip from your drink, trying not to show how nervous you suddenly were.

He eyed the glass in your hand. “Not drinking tonight?”

“Didn’t feel like it.” You had half the mind to point out he wasn’t, either, but decided you wanted this exchange to become more productive already. “I noticed you haven’t been very active online.”

“Oh? Still checking?” A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he tilted his head to the side. “Why do you even bother?”

“What do you mean?” Were you supposed to unsubscribe after that night? Was it considered weird for you to still watch?

He stepped closer, no longer caring about personal space as he tilted your chin up to look at him, the small touch just as claiming as that night.

“You’ve got the real thing now.”

[bbyhee]

The concept of Camboy!ENHA

Like genuinely, one of the hottest things you could conjure up and I’d eat it up every single time. Okay, so personally, I love when Sunghoon has a filthy mouth and in this, he has a filthy mouth. Yum, give me more Hoonie. The cum play… DO NOT PLAY WITH ME RIGHT NOW. I’m so fragile. “You‘ve got the real thing now.” Omg.. Sunghoon.. I have PTSD.. Penis that needs to be sucked disorder FUCK.

Soooooooooooo good.

[jaeyunsmochi]

I'm so fucking gagged from this fic I need 3 to 5 business days to recover

[kitttenteeth]

heart - shaped scallion found In pho . reblog for good luck & yummy soup 500000 forwver

[bambiihee-deactivated20260203]

PUPPY PRINCESS › › S。JAEYUN

〔 𝒾 〕 ────── jake agrees to watch heeseung's puppy hybrid while he's away.

❪ 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 ❫ ╱ 심재윤 x 𝑓!reader ────── 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ᪥ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𓄵 𝓉w. non idol au puppy hybrid!reader heat cycles piv unprotected sex consensual cheating creampies mentions of threesomes breeding kink dirty talk dry humping pet names (baby/babygirl, princess, pup) daddy kink doggy style doms!jake and hee manhandling

〔 밤비 〕 » one of the nastier things i've written. completely self indulgent. gotta go and repent now.

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Jake has never considered himself a disciplined man. Intelligent? Yes. Cunning? On his good days. But he’d be the first to admit just how weak his willpower was; he’s met toddlers with a stronger grip on their self control.

This has never particularly bothered him. Except, of course, for right now.

“Fuck, Seung, what do I do?!” he whispers urgently into his phone, trying his hardest to disappear entirely into the couch. His leg bounces nervously, free hand white-knuckling the armrest as if it were the only thing keeping him upright— and with how you were clambering on top of him, it might as well be.

“Yunnie, just once, please? I promise I’ll be a good girl!” you whine into the hollow of his sweaty neck, your nails scratching desperately at his soccer jersey. The soft, twitching puppy ears that peek through your hair tickles his tan skin.

“Holy shit, is that her?” Heeseung’s voice crackles over the receiver, sounding more amused than anything. “Aww, she sounds so desperate. I’ve never heard her sound like that before.”

“Hyung.” Jake grits his teeth. “I’m being serious. You gotta come back, I don’t know what to do! I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to dogsit, I told you I don’t know a damn thing about hybrids!”

“Are you sure she’s in heat?” was Heeseung’s tinny reply. “Sometimes she just gets needy.”

“Are you being serious!? She’s dripping all over my fucking lap.”

It was a sight that Jake was sure would haunt him for the rest of his life. Those tight, flimsy little shorts you were wearing did nothing to stop the outpour of slick dribbling down your thighs, soaking through your clothes to the point they’ve molded themselves against your ass and pussy. He could see every curve of your pudgy pussy lips, cunt swollen and hot as you grind down desperately against his thigh, rubbing your engorged clit against the rough fabric of his jeans and leaving a large wet spot in the denim. It was obscene, like all the porn in his browser history came to life right in front of him, his most embarrassing dirty fantasy from the recesses of his imagination. Jake could feel his sanity chipping away bit by agonizing bit, his self control dwindling every second he sits here like an idiot watching you defile him. He focuses everything he has on willing his erection away but it does nothing, his cock growing so stiff in his jeans that it was starting to get painful, his throbbing crown straining against his fly like it would burst right through. From the delighted, fucked out look on your face, he could tell that you could feel it too.

But you were Heeseung’s hybrid, no matter how hard Jake’s dick got. He couldn’t give in and let you have it, even if that’s what the both of you wanted. It didn’t matter that he was the one you were begging for, you weren’t in your right mind— this was Heeseung’s job, not his. Jake’s fingers shook from the effort it took not to grip himself through his pants.

God, but what he would do to you if you were his. You’d never have to beg and whine for attention ever again, Jake would give you all of his. He’d keep you happy and satiated, with your pussy stuffed full just like you want. You’d never be empty.

“A bad storm’s blown through the city; there’s no way I’ll be able to make it back home tonight.” Heeseung sighs, snapping Jake’s wandering attention to the problem at hand. “Besides, I can’t miss this conference. I’m sorry, man, but my whole job depends on this stupid presentation for the CEO.”

“Jakey…” you mewl into Jake’s neck, your breath hot and humid against his skin. Honeyed yearning drips from your tongue, your whimpers and moans sugary sweet and tugging deliciously at Jake’s belly. Prettier and more erotic than any pornstar he’s ever watched. He can’t tear his eyes away from your needy cunt and its hypnotic movements against him, now positioned above him so that the outline of his hard shaft slides through the valley of your folds perfectly. You bump your clit against his cockhead, pussy getting wetter and wetter through your ruined shorts. “Jakey, it hurts so bad! Feels so empty… want your cock, wanna be bred, please!”

“Holy shit, she sounds so slutty…” Heeseung purrs wistfully, just as distracted by you as Jake was. “My poor baby girl, I feel so bad I’m not there to help her. Are you on speaker? Can she hear me?”

“She can now.” Jake presses the button and holds the phone up towards you. Your ears perk up at the sound of his voice, just the tiniest bit of clarity shining through your hazy eyes.

“Daddy?” you call out tentatively. You sound far too cute for the state you were in.

“Hi princess!” Heeseung gushes, sounding so unlike himself that Jake nearly laughs. “How are you feeling?”

“Need you, Daddy,” you sniffle in reply. “Come home and make the pain go away!”

“Aw, it hurts? Yeah? Your belly feels all empty, doesn’t it?” he coos patronizingly, almost as if he was mocking you.

You either don’t notice or don’t care; you sob and hiccup in pitiful agreement, tugging at Jake’s jersey like a lifeline. Jake wants to comfort you, rub circles soothingly into your skin, but he’s afraid he’ll do a lot more than just touch.

“I wish I could, pup, but you know I can’t,” Heeseung continues, somehow much less affected by your crying than Jake is. “Can’t you be a big girl for me and hold on until tomorrow? I’ll come home as soon as I can, I promise.”

“Yunnie won’t help me!” you cry out, pouting at Jake’s phone like Heeseung could see you.

“I heard,” Heeseung laughs. “Jake, why aren’t you taking care of my baby? That’s what I’m paying you for.”

Jake blushes and splutters, shamefully unable to force himself to stop you when you paw at the twitching bulge in his jeans, your eyes watery with tears and looking up at him so wantonly. It was difficult to focus on anything other than your pretty face. “Wh— But I— Wait—“

“She’s asking you very nicely.” Heeseung points out unhelpfully. What a dick. “Using her words like I taught her to. Do you not want to?”

“I— I mean, yes, I do— but. Um.” the sensation of your wet hot tongue lazily swiping across Jake’s jawline makes his entire body jolt, his erection twitching against your squeezing hand. He fights down a moan and chokes on it, instead squeaking oddly into the receiver. “S-She’s your hybrid, hyung. You would be better for her anyway, are you sure you don’t want to just wait until you get back..?”

"I'm right here telling you that it's okay, aren't I? Take care of her for me, I'll be back by the morning."

Jake's never felt this dirty in his life. Your tail wags against his abs as he pounds you over the armrest, his hand in your hair keeping your head shoved into the couch cushions. Your floppy ears bounce along with your tits in tandem to his thrusts inside of you, plump asscheeks smacking loud and wet against his sharp hipbones. There's so much slick and cum between the two of you that it drips down onto the floor, forming a milky puddle at your feet. His other hand grips tightly on the meat of your thigh, bending your leg up and around his waist to get his cock as deep as possible into your tight, gushing little pussy. Your sopping wet shorts and panties hang uselessly from your ankle.

“You like it like this, huh?” Jake crows, his words rough and choppy with exertion. “Ass up, face down like an animal? Letting your owner's friend fuck you like a breeding bitch?"

“Yesyesyes!” you wail in delight, your moans and cries muffled against the cushion. “Breed me, breed me! Wan’ your cum, Jakey, please!”

Jake's eyes roll back in pleasure and he curses under his breath. “Fuck, you want me to cum inside you? Fill this pussy up? You’re so fucking tight, shit, sucking me in so good… taking cock's all your good for, isn't it?”

His fat cockhead gives your cervix sweet, painful kisses, making you squeal and shake. The gummy walls of your pussy squeeze and pulsate around him, letting out nasty squelches as he thrusts into you fast and hard. He's barely been inside you, yet Jake is already embarrassingly close to cumming, your cunt so warm and wet and just begging for him to shoot his load deep inside.

You manage to turn your head to the side despite the pressure of his hand, and Jake can see that both your face and the couch is soaking wet. You’re crying and drooling, pink tongue stuck out as you pant and moan.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” you shriek, eyes dark and blown wide as you peek back at him. “I’m gonna cum! It feels so good, don’t stop, don't stop! Cum with me, cum in me, pleasepleaseplease? Fill my belly up with your babies, and then we can do it again, and again, and again... and daddy can join when he comes home! Doesn't that sound good, Jakey?”

[jaeyunsmochi]

omg I love this so much

I lowkey have had something similar to this in the works.... anyone interested 👀

[raysome]

when the angst hits before the smut so you look like this as they’re fucking

[mssishipi]

SHI WRITES ฅ ฅ ── mssishipi wip.

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LOVE&LIES TRILOGY

AMERICAN WEDDING — pjs

You never imagined your next mission would come with a wedding ring. Disguised under the alias Mrs. Park, you’re ordered to infiltrate the glamorous yet perilous world of international street racing to protect Park Jongseong—a golden boy champion whose sponsors are secretly involved in a global money-laundering operation. But the real threat isn’t the criminals you’re hunting—it’s the man you’re pretending to love and the way your heart stutters when he looks at you.

content tags and warnings: romcom and action, racer jay x agent reader. arranged marriage trope, jay is unintentionally pathetic and funny delusional man, mentions of murder and death, downbad jay, reader don't give a fuck, jay is portrayed as spoiled brat, kinda brat tamer reader nyehehe. MORE WILL BE ADDED.

✒ CURRENT WORD COUNT: 14K | EST. 30-40K

STATUS: ON PROGRESS

MADE IN JAPAN — nrk

After abandoning his past, Nishimura Riki swore never to return to the city that once shaped and shattered him. Now a government assassin, he’s known for his lack of mercy. His latest assignment should have been simple: eliminate the heir of Japan’s most powerful Yakuza clan. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. The heir is you—the woman he once loved and lost. In a world where blood and love demand equal payment, only one of you can walk away unscathed.

content tags and warnings: agent riki x yakuza reader, dark content, angst, mentions of death, murder and violence. MORE WILL BE ADDED.

PARADISE IN SEOUL CITY — psh

TBA

DOG DAYS ARE OVER! — sjy

In a near-future world where science has redefined the boundaries of biology, you’re assigned to study Jake—a human-canine hybrid who seems more animal than a man at first glance. But the longer you observe him, the more unsettling behavior begin to surface. His behavior is unpredictable yet intelligent, and his attachment to you is deeper than expected.

content tags and warnings: sci-fi, slow burn, angst, action, hybrid! jake, medtech! reader, ft: dr & genetic engr! kim taehyung and dr! park jongseong. biology alteration, forced evolution & biological manipulation, animalistic behavior in a human-hybrid, power dynamics & control. loss of bodily autonomy, mention of death, animal cruelty, isolation & captivity, explicit content (smut): cunilingus, unprotected sex, knotting, more will be added

✒ CURRENT WORD COUNT: 21.3K | EST. 30-40K

STATUS: UNDER REVISION.

BLEED ME PRETTY — lhs

The only mistake Lee Heeseung ever made was not killing you the first night he had the chance. The second was letting you walk away the following Purge, bloodied, laughing, eyes wild with the promise of return. And the third —the worst, most irreversible-was fucking you. Because now, you're in his head like a fever he can't sweat out, a poison with glitter and a machete smile. He sees you in the corner of every dark room, hears your voice behind every siren, and when the Purge comes again, he doesn't know if he's planning to kill you or kiss you first. Either way, you'll both bleed. That's just how this love story works. Until one night, you decide to disappear and stop playing with him anymore.

content tags/warning: the purge au! enemies that fucks each other, contains gore descriptions of death and murder, violence, obsessive behavior, stalking, reader is a psychopath (more will be added) explicit content (smut): multiple sex scenes, cunillingus, rough throat fucking, spit swallowing, heeseung put his gun on reader's pussy, unprotected vaginal and anal sex (more will be added).

✒ CURRENT WORD COUNT: 8K | EST. 20K

STATUS: ON PROGRESS

RICH MAN'S WORLD ― hyung line

Money has always been the language of power, but for you, beauty is the currency that bends it to your will. Born at the lowest rung of society you decide that survival will no longer be enough. If the rich live above you, then you will climb — no matter the cost. Welcome to the world of the elites—the Rich Man’s World. Here, it’s easy to collect wealth, power, connections, and devotion, taking what you need from one man before slipping away to the next. One by one, you leave them behind, convinced your lies will never ever intertwine. It’s fine! They don’t even know each other… right?

content tags/warnings: enha hyung line x reader. this story contains philosophical reflection, descriptive narration of money and power, gap between the rich and the poor and depiction of exploitation and underpaid labor, minor character death. certain dialogues include Spanish words or expressions, but they are not meant to indicate or assign any particular nationality to the characters. reader is a gold digger and a scammer! emotional manipulation, chaebol! heeseung, politician's son! jay, investor's son! jake, businessman! sunghoon. all of them except jake are manipulative and asshole (more will be added). explicit content (smut): multiple sex scenes, protected and unprotected sex, virginity loss, anal fingering, blowjob, cunnilingus, gangbang, bondage, blindfold, lack of consent in some scenes, creampie, facial, double vaginal penetration, double penetration in different hole, (more will be added)

🖊️ CURRENT WORD COUNT: 8K | EST. 30 — 40K

🖊️ STATUS: ON-PROGRESS

[mssishipi]

I AM ACTUALLY LOSING MY CREATIVITY ON MAKING A BANNER SO.... uhm...

[jaeyunsmochi]

the jake one!!!! omg im excited for all of these

[enhaflixer]

🎬 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐎𝐓𝟕

Bf! Hyung line goes grocery shopping - texts

Bf! Maknae line goes grocery shopping - texts

Bf! Enha Flower prank - texts

Brother! Enha setting you up with Crush! Member - texts

Spy Partner! Enha confessing to you - texts

Friend!Enha accidntally texting their crush!reader thinking its someone else

Enha getting into a fight with their pregnant wife. PART 2

Ex-husband!Enha texts after divorce.

Enhypen as the Bridgerton siblings - written

Bf! Enha reaction when you ask them to run an errand but they're too lazy (or just too horny) - written

Bf! Enha reaction when you won't let them sleep because you're too horny - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enha reaction when you innocently ask them a sexual question - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enha reaction when they're pissed off with you on valentines day! - written

Bf! Enha reaction when you ask to sit on their face - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Brat tamer! Enhypen x Brat f!reader - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Husband! Enhypen texting you that they're horny while you're at work - texts (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enhypen reaction to being tied up - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enhypen overstim + breeding kink - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enha the sounds and faces they make during sex - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

bf!Enha ass v tits - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

bf! Enha making out in the car - written

bf!Enha reaction to you getting flustered - written

Dad!Enha x Mom!reader SMUT - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Enha's my eyes only folder - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

🎥 Bf! Heeseung texts - crack, suggestive, fluff

🎥 Academic rival! Heeseung texts - extremely suggestive

🎥 under the covers. (AN E2L UNDERCOVER COPS FAKE MARRIAGE AU) - written

wc. 24.7K (Smut, Fluff, Angst, High stakes)

you’ve never liked lee heeseung. he’s cold, unreadable, and way too good at his job—so of course, the captain decides to partner you with him for an undercover op that requires you to be married. the rules are simple: go undercover. pretend to be in love. don’t actually fall for him. except now he’s pinning you against a wall, calling you ‘sweetheart’ in that low, amused drawl, and touching you like he means it. …so, yeah. this might be a problem.

🎥 grumpy bf! Heeseung x Sunshine f! Reader texts - crack suggestive, fluff

🎥 CUMMING OF AGE - bsfs brother!Heeseung when you ask him to teach you how to masturbate. - porn with plot (ENHA HARD HOURS)

“If she’s not cumming, she’s not listening to her pussy.” “And if she won’t listen…” “I’ll make her.”

🎥 heeseung x f!reader x jake - double standard - written (ENHA HARD HOURS) threesome au

🎥 Kiss Me, He's Watching - written

fake bf!Heeseung x being stalked!reader - You kissed Heeseung to escape your stalker’s gaze—but the danger didn’t end there. One fake kiss, and suddenly everything is terrifyingly real.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

🎥 The Marriage law (a harry potter au) - written

wc: 20.5K (fluff, angst, smut)

A Marriage Law was never supposed to dictate your future, yet here you are—legally bound to Park Jongseong, a pureblood heir with an unreadable gaze and a sharp tongue. What starts as an obligation quickly becomes something messier, heavier, and far too real. Living under the same roof forces you to confront each other in ways neither of you are prepared for—stolen glances, accidental touches, words left unsaid. The law may have forced your hands, but your hearts? That’s another matter entirely. Is this just survival? Or is there something worth fighting for buried beneath the resentment, the tension, and the undeniable pull between you?

🎥 Signed, Sealed & Undone. - written PART 1 PART 2

wc: 24K (angst fluff smut)

Fake marriage proposals are a tired billionaire trope. But when Jay Park—former golden boy of Park Industries, now chaebol exile—comes back from disgrace (and back in time), he’s got one goal: rewrite the past before it destroys him. When you, an unassuming journalist with nothing to lose, get an offer of a lifetime, you’re sure it’s a mistake. A contract, a relocation to Seoul, and one fake wedding later, you’re still trying to convince yourself none of this is real. The only problem? Neither of you seem to remember where the performance ends and something devastatingly real begins.

🎥 dom bf!jay x fucked outf!reader - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 when walls fall - written (angst, fluff)

She thinks he cheated on her. he didn't.

🎥 overstimulating bf!Jay - written ENHA HARD HOURS

🎥 The Prince's Diaries - written (a Princess Diaries AU)

Jongseong is a prince—refined, disciplined, and expected to marry a woman of his father’s choosing. You, on the other hand, are just a college student struggling to keep up with rent—until a team of royal advisors shows up on your doorstep and tells you that you’re the lost princess of Genovia. But royal life isn’t a fairytale, and duty doesn’t care about love. Because when the clock strikes midnight on the constitutional deadline, you’ll have to choose: your country or your heart. “If I were just Jay, not a prince, would you still choose me?”

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

🎥 Hexed-Hindered ( i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again) - written

wc : 1.1K (Fluff, crack)

A rivalry. A storm. One terrible case of forced proximity. And one very unfortunate witness to your first kiss. (A harry potter AU)

🎥 Chasing Ghosts - written

wc: 14.7K (Crime, betrayal, e2l)

You spent years chasing Specter, the most elusive criminal the force has ever encountered. But every near miss, every failed case, every lead that went cold—it was never just bad luck. It was orchestrated. Because the real traitor wasn’t the man you were hunting. It was the one standing right beside you. 

🎥 STRIKES OUT. - written

wc: 23.5K (Secret Pregnancy, found family, soccer AU)

Five years ago, Jake Sim walked away to chase his soccer dreams, never knowing he left more than just a broken heart behind. Now, he's back—unwittingly running a soccer clinic where his five-year-old daughter is signed up. The daughter he doesn’t know exists. You tell yourself he won’t notice. You tell yourself he won’t put the pieces together. Then she grins up at him, dimples flashing, and says: "We have the same last name! Maybe we're related!" And just like that, your past collides with your present.

🎥 nerdybf!jake x f!reader - a good boy and mommy kink. - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 GOLDEN BOY! - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

your mornings follow a strict routine: wake up.  Ignore your alarm. Spread your legs and ruin yourself to the thought of Jake Sim. he doesn’t know you exist.  star student, always on time. you stumble into class late, wrecked, barely holding it together. you get paired up for a project. when he figures out why you’re always late? you’re fucked.  literally.

🎥 Touché - written (Crack Fluff SMUT)

DATING YOU TO DISTRACT YOU BUT GETS DISTRACTED FIRST

🎥 bf!Jake and That Goddamn Tongue - written (FLUFF SMUT CRACK) ENHA BF PROBLEMS

🎥 heeseung x f!reader x jake - double standard - written (ENHA HARD HOURS) threesome au

🎥 Let's Get Physical! MARRIAGE LAW AU - PART 1 PART 2

Jake Sim has always been your best friend. Until the Ministry forced you into a mandatory marriage law, and suddenly, he’s not just your best friend—he’s your husband that you've secretly been in love with for years. You’re determined to keep things strictly business. You both agree: this is just a contract. Nothing more. Just physical! But when every glance lingers too long, when his touch starts to feel too good, when the lines between pretending and wanting blur into something unrecognizable— What happens when you stop fighting it?

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

🎥 Super Villain from temu (villain & violent, infant & innocent) - written

wc: 1K (Fluff, Crack)

He became a villain by accident. You became a hero by chance. Now, you're both stuck in a never-ending game of tag—except he's definitely losing (and somehow still flirting)

🎥 King of tears. (Queen of Tears AU) - written

wc: 20K (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

your marriage to park sunghoon was supposed to be a fairytale—until it wasn’t. now it’s cold stares across the dinner table, separate bedrooms in a mansion too big for the both of you and divorce papers waiting to be signed. you were ready to walk away. he let you. so why does he look at you like he’s the one who lost everything?

🎥 Bf!Sunghoon when you're needy in the early morning - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥Cold Friend!Sunghoon texts when he takes you for granted - Texts (Angst, fluff)

🎥 campus crush!sunghoon x f!reader - written ENHA HARD HOURS

stats class. keep ur glasses on when u fuck me. statistical analysis with ur tongue. thats abt it. sunghoon word porn ngl

🎥 bf! sunghoon x f! reader - written tying sunghoon up and suddenly you hear the rope rip. ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+

🎥 Bound & Beyond MARRIAGE LAW AU - written PART 1 Part 2

wizard diplomat grumpy!sunghoon x witch healer sunshine f!reader

🎥 Porn Star Material!Sunghoon x f!Reader - when the faces sunghoon makes during sex are like watching a porno in 4K and he doesnt even know it ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

🎥 Not Strong Enough (Songfic) - written

wc: 1K (Angst, Ex lovers)

🎥 dom! sunoo x f!reader - written ENHA HARD HOURS

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

🎥 i don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy (i just wanna be a part of your family) - written

wc: 4.9K (Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut)

Jungwon’s birthday should have been a celebration, but instead, it turns into a night of painful truths and breaking points. When an argument spirals into the possibility of letting go, Jungwon refuses to accept that love isn’t enough. But can love alone fix what’s been breaking between you? Or will this night be the one that decides the fate of your marriage?

🎥 all i know is we said hello (and your eyes looking like coming home) - written

wc. 3.7K (Angst to fluff, friends to lovers)

Years of just friends start to unravel when Jungwon dates the wrong girl, and you realize you might’ve lost him for good—until one fight changes everything.

🎥 Sweet Talk - written PART 1 PART 2

wc: 25K (ANGST fluff SMUT)

You’re used to observing Yang Jungwon from a distance. Campus golden boy, dance department star, the kind of person you warn your podcast listeners about—the ones that are too charming, too smooth, too easy to love. But then he starts looking back. Smiling at you across coffee shops. Sitting next to you in lectures. Texting you late at night. Before you know it, you’re in a relationship that feels too good to be true. And that’s because it is. He was supposed to make you fall for him. And he did. The problem? He fell too. (But love doesn’t erase betrayal, does it?)

🎥 CHERRY TREES - written (angst, smut fluff YEARNINGGGG)

arranged husband!Jungwon x trophy wife!reader - confronting cold arranged husband on your first anniversary.

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

🎥 bf!riki x f!reader - waking you up with head (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 Vampire support group - written (fluff, crack)

🎥 don't tap out now - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 nightwing!Riki x catwoman!reader - purrrreee porn lol (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 Mad bf! riki x f!reader - figure it out - written

🎥 hogwarts time travel au! traveling to the future and waking up MARRIED - written PART 1 PART 2

slytherin!riki x gryffindor!reader

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[jaeyunsmochi]

can't find a fic i read a long time ago

it's like free use enha but it starts with being jake's TA and then fucking all his friends

it was soooo hot idk why I didn't reblog it!! pls help i miss it