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all texts and social media posts in chronological order:
sybau
pictures
slurs at work
robby's fav
mugshot
mugshot bonus
loser squad ig dump
whitaker bday
whitaker bday party
joy & ogilvie intro
the pitt girlies
coming out
gay hockey show
gay hockey show pt 2
gay hockey show pt 3
dip
vape break
new girlies
midweek pitt party
insta dump
pizza boy
the whitakers
exposed
lucky's
lucky's pt 2
aftermath
bitchy langdon intermission
aftermath pt 2
mcvadi intermission
we're mad at him now
dana to the rescue
apology
goodbye ogilvie
poor alfredo
samira's sick of this shit
mama whitaker
mama whitaker pt 2
brotherhood
back to work
uh oh
bisexual panic
dennis hogging all the dilfs again
damage control
robby on ig
i'm tired of this grandpa WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD
dennis baby you are NOT subtle
dennis i cant keep defending u honey
mini drabble :3
foreshadowing or whatever
insta bs cuz i couldnt think clearly for some reason lol
lol
manwhore
me when i get cancelled
guiltmaxxing (religious trauma vibes)
bro
spiral
daddy issues
robby backstory (content warning for mentions of suicide and nonsexual child abuse)
mom and dad are fighting
loser squad
homelessness
robby's reaction (content warning for mention of sexual trauma)
hurt/comfort - lil drabble continuation of ^
project hucklerobby
silly twinny shenanigans
house party 1/10
house party 2/10
house party 3/10
house party 4/10
house party 5/10 (nsfw)
house party 6/10
house party 7/10
house party 8/10
house party 9/10
house party 10/10
party aftermath - langdon
party aftermath - dennis
party aftermath - robby
halloween
scorpio girlie
robby get a hold of yourself man
dennis you lil hoe
robby joins the ragebaiting game
plans are being made
sad boy hours
full mental breakdown era
lmao
rename that shit project apology tbh (cw for mention of self harm)
concerned friends and family
besties are bestieing - a drabble (cw for discussion of self harm)
āYes, hello. Umm, you know the crazy knife-wielding guy thatās been all over the news?ā
āYes, Sir? Do you have information for us?ā
āUhā¦ yeah. Last seen about a block away from the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Heās about 5ā11, wearing all black clothes, but his hoodie has a red circle in the middle, kinda smells like moldy cheese, and his weapon is actually a six-inch serrated knife.ā
The dispatcher on the other line paused. āSir.ā She said gently, her words soft and slow. āHow do you know this? Are you okay?ā
Dennis pauses and takes a moment to answer. āOhā¦ he got me.ā
āHeā¦ got you?ā Furious typing on her end. āSir, does that mean youāve been stabbed?ā
Dennis nodded before remembering this was a phone call, and she couldnāt see him. āYup. Twice cause I wouldnāt go down after the first one. No biggie. Ha.ā He immediately regrets trying to make a joke and laugh, his side burning in a way heās never felt before.
As he shuffles through the alleyway, his foot accidentally hits a metal trash can, causing a loud bang that reverberates painfully through his skull.
āA-are you moving? Please try to stay in place if youāre in a safe area! And-ā
āPut pressure on the wound, I know, Iām a doctor.ā Whitaker interrupted, wincing slightly from not only the debilitating pain but from how egotistical that sentence sounded.
āSir-ā
āDonāt worry, I actually work in the ER, so Iām just gonna walk myself over there.ā Dennis tries to reassure the lady, taking a moment to pause and lean against the side of a building. All the movement he was doing was really increasing the burn; it didn't help that he had to put himself in more pain by putting pressure on the wounds.
āItās funny cause I just got out of work and the only reason Iām walking is cause my roommate has a date and couldnāt drive me. My roommate also works with me, by the wayā¦ I donāt know why Iām telling you this.ā
āSir, please wait until I call an ambulance for you-ā
āOh no, thank you!ā Dennis quickly said. āI can barely afford new clothes, an ambulance would put me under way faster than my stab wounds.ā
That was kinda funny, even if it was the truth.
āOkayā¦ I can see the ER, so Iām gonna hang up now. Umm, thank you forā¦ā Dennis grunted, his words slurred slightly. He was too tired to continue speaking, his vision starting to blur around the edges, and his entire body was buzzing unnaturally.
He hung up his phone, his ears ringing too loudly to understand what the dispatcher was shouting from the other side, and stumbled through the ambulance bay.
It was an honest miracle that Dennis managed to stumble his way to the Hub, a trail of blood following his every stumbling step. His side no longer hurt, but his hand was getting numb from trying to press on two separate stab wounds.
Oh, looks like Robby was still doing the handoff to Jack. His boyfriends' looked so cute talking to each other, even if he couldnāt really make out their faces, and their bodies looked wiggly. And Dana was also there? It was getting hard to tell the different-sized blobs apart.
It looked like the day shift was still there, which made sense. Dennis did make sure to leave a little earlier for his walk home.
Suddenly, a blob that suspiciously sounded like Trinity but was underwater rushed toward him just as his body was giving out.
āSorryā¦ gotā¦ stabbed.ā Dennis groaned, blood suddenly bubbling up past his lips. Shit, an injury to his lung. That was not ideal in the slightest.
āHey, Whit, stay with me, man.ā Dennis blinked, surprised by the sudden appearance of Langdon right before him. He couldāve sworn it was only Trinity around him. Now there are so many familiar blobs.
Mel, Mohan, Donnie, McKay, and even Victoria happened to be there. Which was weird cause he was only 23% sure night shift would have already started. Or maybe not. Time was slipping away from him.
He blinked again, and suddenly Dana was holding his hand, gently cupping his cheek and looking down at him with a strained smile. He could feel his body moving, so he mustāve been on a gurney.
Another blink.
Robby and Jack never looked good when they worried; it was his least favorite expression from them. He gurgled, wanting to reach out to them, but his body wasnāt responding.
āShh, baby.ā Jack turns and immediately comes to his side, Robby following seconds later. āYouāre gonna be okay. Everyoneās gonna take great care of you. You've got some pretty hefty damage going on.ā
āWeāre gonna have to intubate you, love.ā Robbyās voice sounded rough, as if he were doing the best he could to stop himself from crying. āYouāre gonna be okay, youāre our fighter, Den.ā
āIām so sorry, Dennis.ā Oh. Trinity was also there. Why was she crying? She hates crying.
āI-I shouldāve just driven you. Fuck-! Iām so sorry. You better fucking wake up after this, you hear me? Iāll never fucking forgive myself if you donāt.ā Dennis could feel light pressure on his hand; maybe Trinity was squeezing it, and he did his best to squeeze back.
Trinity let out a soft, wet laugh, feeling the light flutter of his hand trying to reciprocate, before looking up at the two attendings and nodding.
Dennis felt a small prick before exhaustion took over. Anesthesia before intubation. He was going under. He was getting put on oxygen because one of his stab wounds, or maybe both, pierced his lung and caused damage. He was going to have intensive surgery.
Fuck, he really hoped he would wake up.
He had just found a place where he was starting to feel like he belonged. He couldnāt lose it already. He just couldnāt.
a local cafe hidden away from everyone, where idols frequent unbeknownst to the public, he goes when he just wants to be human, away from cameras and fans, set with a disguise he thinks can hide who he is from the barista (who is definitely not one of the reasons he keeps coming back)
pairing: idol!beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: smau, fluff, multi part series
tags: strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, tiny age gap (beomgyus 24 y/n is 22), fluff, angst, crack, suggestive content at some parts, cw in each chapter, mature language
status: finished <3
includes: all of txt, sunoo from enhypen, yunjin, eunchae, kazuha from le sserafim, more tba
an: if you want to be added to the taglist for this series lmk! im going to try doing around 3ish chapters a week? depending on motivation and school lolol
rent-free /rÉnt-fri/ (verb) The act of turning āyou donāt have to pay rentā into āyou have to pay with your dignity, your gag reflex, and every drop of self-respect you had left when you moved in.ā
RULES ON THE FRIDGE:
-Panties banned after 8 p.m.
-Movie nights on someoneās lap.
-Counter sex while dinner cooks.
-Daily spankings, gropes, throat-fucks, and creampies like itās rent payment.
INSPIRED BY 'YOUR TURN' STARRING @mssishipi!
pairing: roommates!hyungline x reader !
warnings: poly relationship strong language possessiveness jealousy alcohol mild power imbalance crashing dates fights slight drama between the guys porn with plot
warnings (smut): read if you're okay with filthy shit (mama them men are assholes) free use spit roasting gangbang creampie breeding kink cumplay degradation size kink squirting overstimulation edging spit play choking unprotected sex double penetration anal sex aftercare cumplay titjob titplay blowjob handjob cunnilingus oral (both f and m rec) mean doms choking manhandling rough sex recording overstimulation aftercare heavy
playlist: High for This by The Weeknd [] Friends by Chase Atlantic [] Oxytocin by Billie Eilish [] Swim by Chase Atlantic []
ā WORD COUNT: 24.9K!
(Masterlist)
THE FLYER WAS TAPED CROOKED TO THE COMMUNITY BOARD in the lobby of your old building, curling at one corner like it had tried to escape and given up halfway through. The corkboard itself was a graveyard of desperation, lost cats with blurry photos, guitar lessons from a man named Reginald who swore he toured āalmost professionally,ā a babysitting offer written in glitter pen. But this one, this violently neon pink rectangle, felt different.
Black Sharpie, pressed hard enough to dent the cardstock.
ROOM FOR RENT ā ONE FEMALE ROOMMATE WANTED
- 5-bedroom apartment downtown. Utilities split 5 ways. No pets, no drama, no bullshit.
- Must be clean, chill, and okay with guys. Serious inquiries only.
- Four guys already here, all employed, clean(ish), no drama. Serious inquiries only.
- TextĀ 82-10-XXXX-XXXX. First come, first served.Ā
Don't waste our time.
No photos. No bullet points about ārespectful boundariesā or āshared Netflix password.ā Just that blunt, cocky little block of text, like they knew exactly what kind of person would bite anyway. The rent figure was unreal, half what you'd been paying for your shoebox studio that smelled faintly of regret and yesterday's takeout. You stared at it for a full minute, thumb hovering over your phone screen, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it does when you're about to make a decision that's either genius or catastrophic.Ā Ā
And then there was the line written in red pen, scrawled untidily, looking like a disastrous attempt at cursive.
āShe better be hot lolā
Crossed out once, aggressively. Then underlined twice, like whoever wrote it had second thoughts about the shame and decided to recommit. You stared at that part the longest.
Your current apartment smelled like damp carpet and stale air no matter how many candles you burned. The windows rattled every time the train passed. Your landlord had the audacity to send out a mass email about a āmaintenance fee adjustmentā that was definitely just code for I bought a new car and youāre helping pay for it.
Rent had started to feel like a chokehold. And this, four guys, one girl, big downtown apartment, utilities split five ways, was a stupidly good number. Too good. Which should have been your first red flag.Ā
Your reflection in the lobby mirror looked tired. A little reckless. The kind of girl who was one bad decision away from either ruining her life or improving it dramatically. You took a picture of the flyer. You hesitated.
You zoomed in on the red scribble. You told yourself you were an adult. That you could handle four random men in a shared space. That this was just housing, not a horror movie opening scene.Ā Then you texted the number before your common sense could wrestle your thumbs away.
You: Hi, saw the flyer for the roommate spot. Still available? Interested if the details match up. What's the move-in date?
The three dots appeared almost instantly. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. Your stomach did that awful, fluttery dip it does before you step into something you canāt undo.
Unknown: yeah it's open. u got a name sweetheart?
Sweetheart. You actually rolled your eyes. You told yourself you rolled your eyes. But something warm slid low in your stomach anyway. Casual ownership. Teasing. A test.
You: Y/N. And yeah, I do. When can I come see it?
The typing bubbles came back. Stayed. Disappeared. Came back again. Then your phone vibrated with a voice note instead of text. You stared at it for a full second.
Who the fuck sends voice notes to strangers?
You slipped in one earbud like you were about to overhear something you werenāt meant to. You hit play. Chaos. Not the polite kind. Not the muffled, distant kind. The kind that sounds like bodies moving and furniture scraping and too many voices in one space.
āātold you the flyer was too obvious, dumbassāā
āShut the fuck up, she texted, didnāt she?ā
āBet sheās mid. Fifty says sheās mid.ā
āFifty says sheās a freak whoāll cry after one night.ā
Explosive laughter. Low and rough and layered. Someone swore. There was a thud like someone got shoved into a couch. Another voice yelling, āGive me the phoneāā
Your pulse was in your throat. It felt intrusive. Intimate. Like you were already inside their space, hearing something raw and unfiltered. Then the chaos snapped. Cut clean. A different presence took over. Closer to the mic. Lower.
ā...Y/N, right?ā Your name sounded slower in his mouth. Like heād rolled it around once before saying it.
āThis is Heeseung.ā
The way he said it wasnāt introduction. It was declaration. The background noise dimmed, not because the room got quieter, but because he stepped away from it. You could picture it without trying: him turning his back to the others, leaning against something, one hand braced on a counter, phone lifted close enough that his breath ghosted the mic.
The kind of voice that didnāt rush. The kind that didnāt need to. āPlace is still open. Come by tomorrow. 7 p.m. sharp. Weāll be here.ā
Weāll be here. Not Iāll be here. A collective. A warning. There was a beat of silence. Not awkward. Deliberate. āBring your shit if you like what you see. We donāt do second viewings.ā
And then it ended. No goodbye. No emoji. No softening. Just the click of the recording stopping, leaving his voice hanging in your ear like smoke in a closed room. You sat on your sagging futon with the cheap springs poking through the cushion and replayed it. Twice.
The arguing in the background. The laughter. The careless comments. The way he had cut through all of it like a knife sliding into silk. You told yourself they sounded like idiots. You told yourself this was exactly the kind of environment youād sworn youād never put yourself in. But your thighs pressed together anyway, tension curling low and restless, not quite fear and not quite excitement.
You imagined the apartment. Exposed brick. Too much space. Music playing too loud. A kitchen that actually had room to breathe in. Four men who moved through it like they owned it. And one empty room.
Waiting. You should have blocked the number. Should have deleted the thread. Should have found a nice, quiet girls-only share in the suburbs where the biggest drama would be someone stealing your almond milk. Instead, you typed back.
You: 7 p.m. tomorrow. Address?
The reply came faster this time.
Heeseung: [pinned location]Donāt be late, sweetheart. We hate waiting.
You read that last line more than once. We hate waiting. It sounded less like a preference and more like a rule. You packed that night with a strange kind of calm. One duffel bag. Just enough clothes to rotate for a few days. Toiletries. Charger. The essentials. You folded each item slowly, like you were preparing for something bigger than just a new address.
Your studio looked even smaller with your things missing. The walls felt closer. The air heavier. You stood in the middle of it and imagined tomorrow. The elevator ride up. The door opening. Four sets of eyes. The apartment smelling like expensive cologne and something darker. Smoke, maybe. Leather. Ego.
You imagined him. Them. All four of them. Either unfairly good-looking men who were complete assholes, or unimpressive men who were still complete assholes. The asshole part was a constant. The hotness was the only variable.
Not that it mattered. Of course it didnāt.
You didnāt know his face, but you knew the voice. Low. Steady. Amused. The kind of voice that didnāt rush for anyone.
You imagined the smirk youād heard through the speaker, lazy, confident, practiced. Probably rich, too. Not new-money loud, but old-money careless. Daddyās money had a look. It looked like never checking price tags.
You zipped the duffel closed. This was reckless. Stupid, even. The kind of decision that looked sensible only from far away, like a bruise that passed for lavender in low light. Rent had been pressing in for months, a dull gray weight at the base of your skull, constant as weather. You told yourself that was all this was. Survival. Logistics. Math.
But that wasnāt the whole truth. There was something about his voice. Not the depth of it, not even the amusement. It was the contrast, the velvet laid carefully over something serrated. Chaos humming behind glass. Control presented like a gift.
It had sounded dark blue through the speaker. Not navy. Not midnight. Something electric and expensive. The kind of blue that didnāt apologize for swallowing light. You should have been afraid of it.
Maybe you were. But the risk didnāt feel like falling. Falling was abrupt. Colorless. Final. This felt different. It felt like stepping across the gold line in a painting, the one the artist never meant anyone to cross. Like touching wet paint just to see if it would stain. Like walking into a story that had already decided what to do with you.
7 p.m. Sharp. You arrive at 6:58 p.m.
Not because youāre punctual by nature, but because something about Donāt be late. We hate waiting. lodged under your skin and stayed there all day.
The building is taller than you expected. Glass-fronted. Industrial. The kind of place that tries to look effortless and ends up looking expensive instead. The lobby smells faintly of artificially scented cleaner, probably lemon, and polished concrete. Exposed brick climbs one wall in a deliberate, curated way that says urban charm instead of structural compromise.
You stand in front of the elevator with your duffel bag hooked over one shoulder and a medium-sized suitcase at your side. You told yourself youād bring only what you needed for a week.
You lied.
The elevator doors slide open with a soft metallic sigh. You step inside. Your reflection in the mirrored walls looks smaller than you feel. Lip gloss reapplied in the car. Hair brushed back into place. A quiet, deliberate choice in your outfit, effortless enough to pretend you didnāt try, fitted enough to know you did.
The numbers climb. Your pulse climbs with them. You tell yourself this is housing. Just housing. Four men sharing rent in a five-bedroom apartment isnāt unheard of. This isnāt a cult. This isnāt a frat house. This isnātā
The elevator dings. The doors part. And the first thing you hear is laughter. It spills into the hallway like it lives there. Low, overlapping, careless. The door to their unit is already open. You donāt knock. You step inside.
The apartment is bigger than the pictures couldāve shown. High ceilings with steel beams running across them. Floor-to-ceiling windows pouring in late afternoon light that turns everything gold. A massive sectional couch in charcoal gray dominates the living space. Thereās a long dining table made of reclaimed wood, scuffed in places that look intentional.
Music hums low from somewhere, bass-heavy, lazy. And then, you see them. All four of them. Shirtless. You stop walking. Theyāre scattered across the living area in a way that suggests they were doing something physical, lifting, maybe, but not something that required shirts. One is crouched by a stack of flattened cardboard boxes. Another leans against the kitchen island with a bottle of water tipped to his lips. Someone else stands near the couch, forearms flexed as he adjusts the hem of his joggers.
They notice you at the same time. Conversation dies. Itās not dramatic. Not loud. It justā¦ stops. Four pairs of eyes land on you. And stay there. You feel it before you process it. The weight of being looked at. Not glanced. Not politely assessed. Looked at. Slowly. Thoroughly. Like youāre an answer to a question theyāve already been debating.
The one by the kitchen island lowers his bottle first. Heās tall. Lean muscle, not bulky. Collarbone sharp under the light. Damp hair pushed back from his forehead like heās just showered or run a hand through it too many times. His gaze drags over you without apology. From your shoes. Up your legs.
To your waist. Your chest. Your mouth. Your eyes. He doesnāt look away when you meet his stare. That has to be Heeseung. The voice fits.
āY/N.ā
It isnāt a question. Your name sounds different in the open air of the apartment. Deeper. Warmer. More tangible. āYeah.ā Your voice comes out steady, which surprises you.
He pushes off the island and walks toward you. The other three follow slower, not crowding but not retreating either. You become aware of everything at once. The quiet click of your suitcase wheels settling. The way your fingers tighten around the strap of your duffel. The faint sheen of sweat along their collarbones.
They mustāve been moving furniture. Or maybe they just wanted an excuse to be shirtless when you arrived. The thought hits you uninvited. And then,Ā you realize youāre staring, too. One of them, broader shoulders, dark hair falling into his eyes, lets out a low whistle.
āNot mid,ā he mutters.
The guy beside him elbows his ribs. A cocky grin already spreading over his lips nonetheless before he disrupts it by caging his lower lip between his teeth. āShut up.ā Heat crawls up your neck.
Heeseung stops about three feet in front of you. Close enough that you can see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. Close enough to smell something clean and subtle, soap, maybe, or skin warmed by movement. He tilts his head slightly.
āYouāre on time.ā
āI said I would be.ā
A corner of his mouth lifts. Behind him, one of the others steps forward and grabs your suitcase handle before you can protest. āWeāll take that.ā
Itās said casually, but thereās something about the way he says we again that makes your stomach dip. The fourth one finally speaks. āYou bring everything?ā
āJust enough to survive a week,ā you reply.
He laughs. āSmart.ā They move around you with unsettling ease. Not touching you. Not yet. But close enough that the air shifts when they pass. You step fully into the apartment as your suitcase is rolled toward the hallway. The door shuts behind you with a quiet click that feels louder than it should. You turn slowly, taking in the space.
The kitchen is massive, marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, open shelving that somehow looks organized despite the presence of four men. There are plants near the windows. A guitar propped casually against the wall.
This isnāt a mess. It isnāt chaotic. Itās lived-in. Comfortable. Dangerously comfortable. āRoomās down the hall,ā Heeseung says. āLast one on the right.ā
You nod, but you donāt move yet. Because theyāre still looking at you. Not in a way that feels crude. But undeniablyā¦ interested. Assessing. One of them, taller than the rest, sharper features, leans back against the wall and crosses his arms. His eyes crinkle,Ā āSo,ā he says slowly. āYou cool living with guys?ā The question isnāt innocent. You lift your chin slightly.
āI wouldnāt be here if I wasnāt.ā
His gaze flickers, approval, maybe. The broad-shouldered one smirks.
āYou get easily offended?ā
āNo.ā
āYou snore?ā
āNot that I know of.ā
āGot a boyfriend?ā
The question lands differently. You glance at Heeseung. He hasnāt spoken. Heās watching you. Waiting. You meet his eyes and answer evenly, āNo.ā
The silence that follows is subtle, but it shifts something. Like a door quietly unlocking. Heeseung gestures down the hall. āCome see your room.ā
You follow. The hallway is lined with closed doors. Music grows fainter as you move away from the main space. Your suitcase wheels roll softly against polished concrete. He opens the last door and steps aside to let you in first. The room is bigger than you expected.
Large window. Soft gray walls. A queen-sized bed frame already assembled. A desk near the corner. Closet doors sliding open to reveal empty hangers. It doesnāt feel like someone just left it. It feels like it was waiting.
You step inside. He follows. The others hover at the doorway, leaning casually against the frame like theyāre watching a show. āWell?ā one of them asks. You set your duffel down on the bed.
āItāsā¦ really nice.ā Heeseung walks to the window and pulls the curtain slightly, letting more light in.
āTold you. No bullshit.ā He turns to face you fully. Thereās something different now that youāre in a smaller space. More contained. More charged. You can feel the other three just outside the room. Listening. You cross your arms loosely.
āWhatās the actual catch?ā
One of the guys snorts from the hallway. Heeseungās lips twitch. āNo catch.ā
āFour guys, one girl, cheap rent, no second viewings. Thereās always a catch.ā
He steps closer. Not enough to trap you. Just enough to make you aware of proximity. āWe donāt like flakes,ā he says quietly. āWe donāt like drama. We donāt like people who pretend theyāre chill and then arenāt.ā
āAnd if Iām not?ā
āThen you wonāt last.ā
The words arenāt cruel. Theyāre factual. You swallow. āIs that a threat?ā
His gaze drops briefly to your mouth. Then back up. āItās information.ā
The other three laugh softly behind him. āYou scared?ā someone calls.
You step closer instead of back. āNo.ā And thatās the truth. Youāre not scared. Youāre wired. Thereās a difference. He studies you for a long second. Then nods once.
āGood.ā He steps back, creating space again. āYou can move in tonight if you want.ā Your heartbeat stutters.
āThat was the deal.ā One of them pushes off the doorframe. āGuess weāve got a new roommate.ā The broad-shouldered one grins. āWelcome to the madhouse.ā
They disperse slightly after that. Not fully. But enough to let you breathe. You kneel on the bed to unzip your duffel, aware of eyes tracking the movement. A shirt comes out. Toiletry bag. A pair of heels you probably wonāt need but packed anyway.
From the hallway, a voice says quietly, āSheās staying.ā
āObviously,ā another replies.
You pretend not to hear. But your skin hums. Because beneath the jokes. Beneath the cocky questions. Thereās something else. A tension that hasnāt snapped yet. An understanding that this isnāt just about splitting rent. You donāt know the rules. You donāt know the lines. But you feel them. Drawn. Invisible. Waiting. You stand and smooth your hands down your sides.
āIāll bring the rest tomorrow.ā Heeseung leans against the wall now, arms crossed. āTake your time.ā
Your gaze locks again. The eye contact lingers too long to be accidental. Too steady to be polite. Itās not crude. Itās not rushed. Itās slow. Deliberate. Like heās memorizing you.
And maybe, youāre memorizing him, too.
Friday night settles in outside the window, the sky deepening from gold to blue. You came here for cheap rent. For square footage. For practical reasons. But as the music in the living room turns louder and someone calls your name like youāve always belonged here, you realize something quietly, dangerously simple. This wasnāt just a listing.
It was an invitation. And you accepted it. The kitchen island becomes your first battlefield.
Someone, Jay, you learn later, has already spread out a chaotic spread of takeout: greasy fried chicken in red-and-white buckets, japchae tangled in sesame oil, bulging containers of tteokbokki still steaming, a few lonely mandu that look like they've been fought over. Plastic forks and chopsticks clatter. No plates. No pretense of civility.
You slide onto one of the high stools, thighs sticking slightly to the leather from the heat still clinging to your skin after the move. Your thin white tank clings in all the wrong-right places, damp from nerves and the apartment's lazy, cold thermostat. No bra underneath because you'd changed into "comfy" clothes after unpacking the bare minimum. Big mistake.
Or the best one you've made all week. They circle like sharks who've already scented blood. Heeseung claims the stool right beside you without asking. His bare knee knocks yours under the island the second you settle. He doesn't move it. Neither do you. Jay drops onto the one across from you, broad shoulders taking up too much real estate. He leans forward on his elbows, forearms corded, watching you like you're the next thing on the menu.
Jake sprawls next to him, legs spread wide under the counter, one foot hooking casually around your ankle like it's always belonged there. He grins, pretty, boyish, filthy.
Sunghoon perches at the end like a king on his throne, long legs stretched out, one hand already tearing into a chicken wing. He licks sauce off his thumb slowly, eyes never leaving the front of your tank.
"Alright," Heeseung says, voice low and amused as he pops open a beer and slides one toward you without asking if you drink. "Introductions, since you're staying."
He drags a knuckle down your bare arm, slow, deliberate, like he's testing how soft you are. Goosebumps erupt instantly. "I'm Heeseung." His fingers linger at your wrist, thumb pressing your pulse point. "You already knew that." You nod, throat dry. Take a sip of the beer. It's cold. Sharp. Does nothing to cool the heat pooling between your legs.
Jay jerks his chin up. "Park Jongseong. Jay." He reaches across the island, grabs a piece of tteokbokki with his fingers, holds it out to you. "Open." You hesitate half a second. He raises one brow. "Don't make me feed you like a baby, sweetheart."
Your lips part. He pushes the sticky rice cake inside, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he pulls back. Sauce smears. He doesn't wipe it off. Just watches it glisten there.
"Jake Sim," the one with the foot around your ankle says. He leans in, elbow on the counter, chin in hand. His gaze drops blatantly to your chest. Your nipples have pebbled hard against the thin cotton, traitorous little peaks begging for attention. He bites his lip, lets out a soft, appreciative hum. "Fuck, you're not wearing a bra. Bold move, roomie."
Heat floods your face. Also lower. Sunghoon doesn't bother with words at first. He just stares, cold, assessing, predatory. Then he speaks, voice velvet and mean.
"Park Sunghoon." He drags a fry through sauce, offers it to you the same way Jay did. When you lean forward to take it, he pulls it back at the last second, makes you chase. You feel ridiculous. Wet. "Good girl." The praise lands like a slap. Your thighs clench.
Heeseung chuckles low beside you. His hand finds your knee under the island, big, warm, possessive. Slides up your inner thigh slow enough that you could stop him. You don't. His fingers stop just shy of where your shorts end, thumb stroking the crease where thigh meets hip. Back and forth. Lazy. Teasing the edge of your underwear.
"So," Jay says around a mouthful of chicken, eyes locked on the outline of your nipples like they're speaking to him personally. "What's your deal, Y/N? You always this easy to read?"
Jake snorts. Leans closer. "Bet she's already soaked just from us looking."
"Shut up," you mutter, but it comes out breathy. Weak.
Heeseung's thumb presses harder. "She is," he says quietly, like it's a fact he's confirming for the group. His other hand reaches up, casual, like he's reaching for more food, and brushes the side of your breast through the tank. The pad of his thumb grazes your nipple. Circles once.Ā
You gasp. Small. Involuntary. Sunghoon smirks. "Told you. Instant slut for attention." Jay exchanges a look with Jake, dirty, conspiratorial. They both laugh under their breath.
"Pass her the spicy one," Jake says. "See if she cries."
Heeseung finally pulls his hand from between your legs, only to slide it around your waist instead. Tugs you closer until your side is flush against his bare chest. Skin on skin. Heat on heat. "Eat," he murmurs against your ear. Breath hot. "You're gonna need the energy."
You pick up a piece of chicken with shaking fingers. They watch every bite like it's porn. Sunghoon leans forward. "Question." You meet his eyes. Dark. Unblinking.
"You gonna pretend you're not dripping for us all night, or can we skip the bullshit and get to the part where you spread on the counter?"
Your chopsticks freeze halfway to your mouth. Jake groans softly. "Hyungā"
"What?" Sunghoon shrugs. "We're all thinking it. She's sitting here with her tits out, clit probably throbbing, acting like she didn't come here to get fucked stupid by four guys who don't even know her last name."
Heeseung's hand slides higher again, this time under your tank. Palm flat against your bare stomach. Fingers splay wide. Claiming territory. Jay licks sauce off his lips. Slow. "Rent-free, remember? That pussy's been ours since you texted back."
Jake's foot slides higher up your calf. "Bet she clenches just hearing that." You do. They know. Heeseung's thumb finds your nipple again, pinches lightly through the fabric. Rolls it.
"Finish eating," he says, voice deceptively gentle. "Then we're gonna show you how we collect rent around here."
The words are disgusting. The way your body responds is worse. You swallow hard. Sauce still sticky on your lip. They wait. Patient. Filthy. Certain. Because they already know, you're not leaving this island until every inch of you is marked.
And the food? It's barely started getting cold. The takeout disappears faster than it should, mostly because your mouth is never empty for long.
Jay keeps tearing off pieces of chicken, dipping them in sauce, holding them to your lips like it's his personal mission to keep you full. His fingers linger every time, brushing your tongue, smearing gloss and grease across your chin until you're sticky and flushed. "Good girl," he murmurs once, low enough that only you hear it, but loud enough that the others smirk.
Heeseung never stops touching. His hand starts at your knee again, then climbs, slow, shameless, until it's high on your inner thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles over the damp cotton of your shorts. When you shift, trying to close your legs, he just spreads them wider with his knee. Casual. Like adjusting furniture. His other hand stays under your tank, palm flat against your stomach, fingers occasionally drifting up to pluck at your nipples like he's testing how hard they can get before you whimper.
They do get hard. Painfully so. The thin fabric does nothing to hide it.
Sunghoon leans back, legs spread, one hand lazily palming himself through his sweats while he watches. "Bet she's clenching every time Jay feeds her," he says, voice dripping. "Like a little hungry bird. Open wide, princess, here comes the next load."
Jake laughs, soft and filthy, leaning so close his breath fans your ear. "You're so fucking cute when you're pretending not to like it, baby. Look at you, your body is begging, thighs shaking. You gonna come just from us looking at you like the slut you are?" He drags his tongue along the shell of your ear. "Say 'please' and maybe we'll let you grind on the stool till you soak it."
You don't say please.
You just swallow another bite Jay pushes past your lips, choke a little when Heeseung's fingers slip under the leg of your shorts and graze the edge of your folds, wet, swollen, traitorous. They all hear the tiny, broken sound you make.
Sunghoon groans. "Fuck. That's the sound I wanna hear when she's choking on my dick later."
Dinner ends like that, messy, humiliating, electric.
When the last container is shoved aside, you mumble something about needing to unpack. Your voice is wrecked. Legs unsteady as you slide off the stool.
Heeseung's hand finally leaves your body, but not before he gives your ass a firm, possessive squeeze. "Go on, sweetheart. Get settled."
Their laughter follows you down the hallway, low, overlapping, knowing. "She's dripping down her thighs, I can smell it from here."
"Bet she locks the door and fingers herself thinking about us."
"Door stays unlocked from now on. House rule."
You shut yourself in the bedroom anyway. Heart hammering. Cheeks burning. Cunt throbbing so hard it hurts. You tell yourself you're just going to unpack. You don't.
The apartment feels smaller now, the air thicker, like the walls themselves are breathing. Youāre still sprawled on the edge of the mattress, knees wide, thin cotton shorts shoved down just far enough that the waistband bites into the tops of your thighs. Your tank top has ridden up under your breasts, nipples stiff and visible through the damp fabric. Two fingers are buried inside you, knuckle-deep, curling, pumping, while your thumb mashes frantic, messy circles over your swollen clit. Every stroke pulls a slick, obscene sound from between your legs. You canāt stop. You donāt want to stop.
The apartment is quiet for maybe ten minutes. Then you hear it. From the living room, muffled at first, then unmistakable. Low grunts. Wet, rhythmic sounds. Skin on skin. "New roommate's pussy looked so fucking tight," Jake's voice, breathy. "Bet she'd cry if I went in raw."
Jay, rougher: "I'd make her ride me reverse so I could watch that ass bounce while Heeseung fucks her throat."
Sunghoon, colder, meaner: "I'm breaking that little cunt open first. Gonna make her squirt all over the couch before the night's over."
Heeseung's voice cuts through, low, controlled, dangerous. "We're breaking her in slow. Let her think she has control for a day or two. Then we take turns stretching her till she forgets her own name."
More groans. Faster strokes. Someone swears. Someone moans your name, your actual fucking name, like it's already theirs. Your cunt clenches hard around your fingers at the memory. A fresh gush of wetness coats your palm. Youāre dripping onto the sheet now, dark spot spreading beneath your ass. You try to muffle the next whimper by biting the inside of your cheek, but it still leaks out, high and broken.
You come hard. Silent at first, then a choked whimper slips out when your fingers push inside, chasing the aftershocks. Your thighs shake. The bed creaks. The apartment has been dead silent for thirty seconds.
Then, floorboards creak. Not fast. Not rushed. Slow. Measured. One deliberate step after another. Your heart slams against your ribs so violently youāre sure they can hear it through the thin walls. You freeze, fingers still stuffed inside you, walls fluttering helplessly around them. You donāt dare pull them out. Donāt dare move. Every nerve feels peeled open, raw, screaming.
The footsteps stop right outside your door. You hold your breath. The knob turns. No knock. No warning. The door swings inward on silent hinges. Heeseung fills the frame.
No shirt. Sweatpants slung obscenely low, the thick ridge of his cock still half-hard and outlined against the gray cotton like itās trying to tear through. A faint sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbones, down the cut of his abs. His hair is wrecked, fingers-raked, damp at the temples. His eyes are black, pupils blown, and the corner of his mouth curls in something that isnāt quite a smile. Itās possession wearing amusement like a mask.
He doesnāt step inside. Not yet. He just leans one bare shoulder against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed, and lets his gaze drag over you, slow, deliberate, filthy. From the way your thighs tremble, to the hand still buried in your shorts, to the wet spot darkening the sheet, to your bitten-raw lip and glassy eyes.
āCaught you,ā he murmurs. Voice so low it vibrates in your chest. Your fingers twitch involuntarily inside yourself. A tiny, helpless pump. You canāt help it. His voice alone is enough to make your cunt spasm. He notices. Of course he notices. His head tilts. āYou didnāt even lock the door, baby.ā
The endearment lands like a slap and a caress at once. Your mouth opens, maybe to deny, maybe to beg, maybe just to breathe, but nothing comes out except a shaky exhale.
He takes one step forward. The floor creaks under his weight. Another step. Your pulse is in your throat, your clit, your fingertips. Youāre so wet itās obscene, every tiny shift of your hips makes a slick sound youāre sure he can hear.
He stops at the foot of the bed. Close enough that you can smell him, clean sweat, faint cologne, the dark musk of arousal still clinging to his skin from whatever they were doing out there.
āLook at you,ā he says softly. Almost tender. āLegs spread like you were waiting for an audience. Fingers stuffed in that greedy little hole while you listened to us talk about ruining you.ā His eyes flick to where your hand disappears into your shorts. āDid you come thinking about Sunghoon splitting you open? Or Jay making you bounce on his cock while I fucked your throat raw?ā
You make a sound, half sob, half moan. Your hips jerk up without permission, chasing your own fingers. Heeseungās gaze darkens. āDonāt stop.ā
Your breath hitches. āKeep fucking yourself,ā he orders, voice dropping into something darker, quieter, more dangerous. āLet me watch how desperate you got listening to us plan all the ways weāre gonna break you.ā
Your fingers move before your brain catches up, slow at first, then faster, wetter, louder. The heel of your palm grinds against your clit with every thrust. Your other hand claws at the sheet. Your thighs shake so hard the bed frame rattles. Heeseung doesnāt touch you. He just watches.
Eyes heavy-lidded. Breathing slow and controlled while yours comes in ragged little pants. The outline of his cock has thickened again, straining harder against the sweats. A dark spot blooms at the tip. "You were moaning our names," he says, tilting his head. "Heard you clear as day."
You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. He walks closer. Stops at the edge of the bed. Looks down at you, spread, flushed, fingers still glistening.
"First rule of the house," he says, voice velvet and final. He reaches down, grips your chin, tilts your face up so you have to meet his eyes. "If we hear you moaning our names, if you touch that pretty pussy thinking about us, you don't get to come alone anymore."
His thumb drags across your bottom lip, collecting the spit and gloss there. "You finish with one of us inside you. Or on you. Or watching. Your choice."
He leans in until his mouth is a breath from yours. "But tonight?" He smirks, slow, filthy, victorious. "Tonight you go to sleep wet and aching. No more touching. That's rule two."
He straightens. Steps back. "Get some rest, sweetheart."
He turns for the door. Pauses. Looks over his shoulder. "And tomorrow?" His smile is all teeth. "Rent's due."
The door clicks shut behind him. You lie back on the bed, heart slamming, thighs slick, body screaming. You don't touch yourself again. Not because you don't want to. But because you know, he's right outside. And they're all waiting for the next time you break.
Your gasp rips through the dim bedroom like a blade, but itās not fear that claws up your throat, itās the raw, electric shock of Jakeās iron grip clamping around your upper arm, yanking you upright so violently the mattress squeaks in protest. Your eyes fly open to the sight of his wicked grin, teeth flashing white in the pale morning light filtering through half-drawn blinds. The sheets are torn away in one savage sweep, cool air slamming against your overheated skin like a slap. Your thin tank top is already bunched uselessly under your tits, the fabric twisted tight around your ribs, while your tiny sleep shorts have ridden so high they barely cover the swell of your ass cheeks, the crotch seam digging intently into your folds.
āMorning, roomie,ā Jake purrs, voice dripping with mock sweetness and pure venom. He drags you out of bed like a ragdoll, your bare feet scrambling for purchase on the icy concrete floor, toes curling against the chill. His free hand instantly mauls your left tit, thick fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh, squeezing so hard your nipple hardens between his knuckles like a ripe berry. His thumb flicks it once, twice, three times, fast and brutal, like heās punishing a disobedient little button. Pain blooms hot and sharp, shooting straight to your clit, and you hiss through clenched teeth, back arching involuntarily, pushing your chest further into his greedy palm.
He laughs, low, filthy, delighted, and crashes his mouth against your cheek in a wet, sloppy kiss thatās all tongue and teeth. The flat of his tongue drags slow and deliberate across your flushed skin, leaving a thick trail of spit that cools instantly. He pulls back with a loud smack, lips shiny, eyes glittering with mischief.
āBreakfastās waiting, princess. And youāre the main fucking course.ā
He hauls you down the hallway, your legs stumbling, tits bouncing freely under the ruined tank, shorts still tangled around one thigh. The living room hits you like a fever dream: thick with the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, printer ink, and the unmistakable musk of four horny men whoāve already been stroking themselves thinking about this exact moment. Jayās lounging like a king on the massive sectional sofa, legs spread wide in nothing but gray sweats that do nothing to hide the monstrous bulge tenting the fabric, one arm slung lazily over the backrest, the other lazily palming his cock through the material. He doesnāt even stand. Just crooks two fingers at you, slow and commanding, a lazy smirk playing on his full lips.
Jake shoves you forward hard. You stumble straight into Jayās waiting hands, rough, calloused palms gripping your hips like vices, and he yanks you down onto his lap in one fluid, possessive motion. Your bare ass cheeks land flush against the scorching heat of his massive morning wood, the thick ridge of it nestling perfectly between your cheeks through the thin sweats. He groans deep in his chest and rocks up once, grinding his fat cock against you so you feel every throbbing inch, every vein, the blunt head nudging right against your folds like a promise.
āSit pretty for me, slut,ā Jay growls hot against the shell of your ear, breath smelling like mint and sin. One thick arm snakes around your waist, locking you down like a seatbelt made of steel. His other hand shoves up under your tank top, claiming your right tit fully, squeezing, kneading, rolling the nipple between rough fingers until itās swollen and aching. You squirm helplessly, already leaking slick down your thighs, but he just chuckles darkly and pinches harder. āThatās it. Feel how hard you make me first thing in the goddamn morning?ā
Heeseung leans against the kitchen island like a statue carved from ice and hunger, arms crossed over his broad chest, black tank stretched tight across his muscles, sweatpants slung low enough to show the deep V of his hips. His dark eyes drink you in with that calm, terrifying amusement, lips curled in the barest smirk. Sunghoonās perched on the arm of the couch like a predator in repose, long legs dangling, one hand already shoved inside his boxers, slowly fisting his long, pretty cock, tip flushed angry red, leaking precum in shiny beads that he smears down the shaft with lazy twists.
A single crisp sheet of paper is taped to the stainless-steel fridge, bold black Arial bullet points screaming authority.
Roommate Rules.
Jake claps once, sharp and theatrical, the sound cracking through the room like a whip. āNew roommate orientation, baby! Time to learn the house rules. Stand up, oh wait.ā He grins viciously as Jayās arm tightens, keeping you impaled on his lap, grinding slow circles so the ridge of his cock drags deliciously against your dripping cunt. āNever mind. Stay right there.ā
Jay doesnāt let you move an inch. Jake rips the paper free and slaps it into your trembling hands. āRead it. Out. Loud. Every word.ā
Heeseungās voice cuts through like velvet over steel. āAnd donāt you dare stop.ā
Your fingers shake so badly the paper rattles. Jayās free hand dives straight down, past the waistband of your shorts, two thick fingers spearing into your soaked cunt without mercy, no teasing, no warmup. They curl viciously against your G-spot instantly, pumping in and out with wet, filthy squelching sounds that echo obscenely. Your walls clamp down greedily, sucking him deeper, and you choke on the first syllable.
āR-Ruleā¦ oneā¦ā Your voice cracks into a broken moan as Jay adds a third finger on the next thrust, stretching you wide, scissoring brutally. āN-No pantiesā¦ in the apartmentā¦ after 8 p.m. Fuckāahh!ā
Sunghoon hums low, shoving his boxers down to his thighs, his long cock springing free, veiny, curved slightly, glistening as he strokes faster, thumb swiping over the leaking slit. āLouder, whore. Let us hear how wet that rule makes you.ā
Jake drops to his knees between your spread thighs like heās worshipping at an altar. He rips your shorts down your legs in one violent yank, tossing them across the room, leaving you completely bare from the waist down on Jayās lap, pussy lips puffy and shining, clit throbbing visibly. He spreads your thighs wider with both hands, thumbs digging into soft flesh, and leans in. His tongue, hot, flat, and obscene, drags from your dripping hole all the way up to your swollen clit in one long, sloppy stripe. He sucks your clit into his mouth like itās candy, tongue flicking rapid-fire while Jayās fingers keep moving.
āRule two,ā you sob, hips jerking wildly, trying to ride both sensations at once. āYouā¦ sit on someoneās lapā¦ during movie nights, oh god, Jake, pleaseāahh!ā
Jake pulls back just enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right onto your clit, watching it drip down to mix with your juices coating Jayās knuckles. āGood fucking girl. Keep reading while I eat this sloppy cunt like breakfast.ā
Your voice is pure wreckage now, high, breathy, broken. āRule threeā¦ Whoever cooksā¦ the others get to fuck youā¦ on the counterā¦ while dinnerās in the oven, fuck, Iām gonnaāā
Jay slams his fingers deeper, adding a fourth, stretching you to the burning limit. Your pussy gushes around him, slick squirting out in messy pulses that soak his sweats and the couch beneath you. The wet sounds are pornographic, schlick-schlick-schlick, loud enough to drown out your whimpers.
Heeseung is stroking himself now, thick, heavy, perfectly shaped, veins pulsing as he strokes slow and controlled, eyes locked on your face like heās memorizing every twitch of humiliation and pleasure. āAlmost there, sweetheart. Finish it. Then we give you the welcome gift youāve been dripping for since you moved in.ā
Jake stands, shoving his shorts down. His cock slaps heavy against his abs, thick, girthy, the head red and angry, already drooling precum in long strings. He strokes himself right in front of your face, the wet sound of his fist mixing with Jayās fingers destroying your cunt. The tip keeps brushing your cheek, smearing precum across your skin like war paint.
You force the last words out between guttural moans, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking your face. āFirstā¦ official useā¦ read the rules out loudā¦ while being usedānnngh! Andā¦ and it ends with all fourā¦ cumming on your faceā¦ and titsā¦ as welcome gift, please, I canātā!ā
Silence crashes down for half a second, only the obscene sounds of fingers plunging into soaked pussy and four men stroking their cocks. Then Jay rips his fingers out with a wet pop. You whine pathetically at the sudden emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing, a gush of your own slick dripping down your thighs onto the carpet.
Heeseung steps forward first, voice calm as death. āOn your knees, cumdump.ā Jay lifts you like you weigh nothing, strong arms tossing you onto the floor between them. The rough carpet bites into your knees as you kneel, back straight, tits heaving, cunt visibly throbbing and empty. They circle you like wolves, four towering, muscular bodies, cocks hard and leaking, surrounding you in a filthy halo of dominance.
Heeseung speaks, low and final. āWelcome to the house, sweetheart. Open that pretty mouth and take what you earned.ā They donāt ask permission. They just ruin you.
Jake goes first, groaning loud and theatrical, fist flying as thick, ropey jets of cum erupt across your face. One stripe lands right across your open mouth, coating your tongue in salty heat. Another paints your left cheek, dripping down to your jaw. A third splatters across your forehead, sliding into your hair. He milks every drop, slapping his spent cock against your lips. āSwallow what you can, baby. The rest stays.ā
Sunghoonās next, quiet, intense, eyes dark as midnight. He aims low, long powerful spurts painting your tits in pearly white. Thick globs land on your left nipple, sliding down the curve of your breast like icing. Another heavy rope coats the valley between them, dripping down your stomach. He keeps stroking through it, smearing the head of his cock through the mess on your skin, marking you deeper.
Jay growls your name like a curse, āFuck, look at youāāand unloads across the right side of your face. Hot cum hits your cheekbone, your eyelid, your lips, mixing with Jakeās in sticky rivers that drip off your chin onto your cum-glazed tits. One stray shot lands directly on your tongue and you moan, swallowing reflexively.
Heeseung saves the best for last. He steps closest, tipping your chin up with two fingers so your teary eyes lock onto his. āEyes on me while I paint my new toy.ā His strokes stay slow, deliberate, until the first powerful pulse shoots straight across your lips, forcing you to taste him, thick, bitter-sweet, coating your tongue. The next stripes your chest, adding fresh layers over Sunghoonās mess, dripping off your nipples in heavy rivulets. He keeps coming, pulse after pulse, until your entire face and tits are a glistening, ruined masterpiece of four loads, cum sliding down your body in obscene trails, pooling in the hollow of your throat and between your thighs.
When they finally step back, youāre a trembling, kneeling wreck, face and chest absolutely drenched, lips parted, tongue still out like a good little cumslut, thighs shaking, pussy clenching and dripping onto the carpet in desperate need.
Heeseung crouches, thumb scooping a thick glob of mixed cum from your bottom lip. He pushes it deep into your mouth. āSuck. Clean every drop like the rules say.ā You do, hollowing your cheeks, sucking his thumb clean with a wet pop, eyes fluttering as the salty, musky taste of all four of them floods your senses. He smiles, slow, dark, satisfied. āRules are rules, baby.ā
Jake laughs, tucking his cock away with a satisfied sigh. āShowerās down the hall, princess. But we wonāt mind if you donāt shower today. Or ever again.ā
Jay leans down, pressing an almost tender kiss to the top of your cum-matted hair. āWelcome home, roomie.ā
Sunghoon just stares, licking his lips as you instinctively drag your tongue across them, chasing every stray drop. āRentās cheap as fuck now, huh? But you are gonna pay every single day.ā
You canāt speak, voice wrecked, body owned. But your cunt is already fluttering, aching, dripping for the next rule theyāll break you with. And they know it. They always will.
The rest of the day unravels like a slow, deliberate fever dream, every ordinary second laced with the kind of casual, relentless violation that makes your pulse thunder and your cunt throb like a second heartbeat. You try so fucking hard to pretend itās just another lazy Saturday. That the thick, salty ghosts of their cum arenāt still drying in flaky trails across your tits and cheeks no matter how hard you scrubbed in the shower. That the taste of all four of them, bitter, musky, addictively filthy, doesnāt coat the back of your throat every single time you swallow.Ā Ā
The shower is a war zone. Scalding water pounds against skin still blooming with faint red handprints and fingertip bruises, steam thick enough to choke on. You soap yourself raw, trying to erase the evidence, but every glide of your own hands over your sore nipples, your swollen clit, your tender skin just reminds you how easily they marked you. When you finally step out, the oversized black tee you pull on clings to your still-damp skin like a surrender flag, hem barely skimming the bottom curve of your ass, nipples already stiff and obvious against the thin cotton, pussy lips puffy and exposed every time you move. No bra. No panties. Itās not even close to 8 p.m., but the rule is already branded into your brain like a collar. You tell yourself itās just comfort. Practicality. Not the first step in learning to live with your holes on permanent display.
They let you cling to that lie for exactly twenty-three minutes.
Youāre in the kitchen, stretching up on tiptoes to grab a glass from the top shelf, the tee riding all the way up to expose the full, bare globes of your ass and the slick shine already coating your inner thighs, when the first crack lands.
Jakeās palm connects with your right cheek like a gunshot, sharp, loud, viciously playful. The sound ricochets off the marble counters. Your whole body jolts forward, glass clattering against the shelf, and a hot bloom of pain explodes across your skin. Before you can even gasp, heās right there, chest pressed to your back, hips grinding his half-hard cock against the cleft of your ass through his sweats.
āCareful, princess,ā he drawls, voice syrupy and mean. Both hands shove up under the tee from behind, claiming your tits like they were built for his palms, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh until it bulges between his fingers, thumbs and forefingers rolling your nipples in tight, cruel pinches that send lightning straight to your clit. āWouldnāt want you breaking shit on your first full day. Or maybe we should make you clean it up on your knees.ā
You white-knuckle the counter, breath sawing out of you, thighs pressing together uselessly as fresh slick drips down your legs.
Heeseung strolls past like heās fetching orange juice, not even sparing you a glance, until his arm snaps out mid-stride and his open palm cracks across your left cheek so hard the sting blooms white-hot and immediate. Your knees buckle. He keeps walking, cool as ever, but you catch the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Jayās waiting when you bend over to grab a yogurt from the bottom drawer of the fridge. The oversized tee flips up completely, baring your dripping cunt and the pink handprints already decorating your ass. His bare foot hooks your ankle, yanking your legs apart with zero warning. Then his hand comes down, once, twice, three brutal, stinging slaps in rapid succession, each one harder than the last, the wet smack of skin on wet skin echoing obscenely. Your pussy clenches visibly with every impact, a humiliating string of slick stretching from your hole to the floor.
āGood reach, roomie,ā he mutters, already back to scrolling his phone like he didnāt just turn your ass into a throbbing, cherry-red masterpiece. āKeep bending over like that and I might have to test how deep that pretty throat is before dinner.ā
Sunghoon doesnāt bother with words. He simply appears behind you while youāre loading the dishwasher, hips slamming forward to pin you bent over the open rack, his massive erection grinding slow and filthy between your spread cheeks. One arm bands around your waist, the other shoves under the tee to grope your tits with lazy, proprietary thoroughness, palms rolling the soft mounds like ripe fruit, fingers tugging and twisting your nipples until theyāre swollen, aching peaks. He pinches so hard you cry out, then releases you with a low whistle, walking away like he just checked the mail.
It never stops.
Every single movement is an invitation they cash immediately. Reaching for the remote? Jakeās fingers plunge between your thighs from behind, two thick digits sliding through your soaked folds just long enough to coat themselves before he pulls away, sucking them clean with a wink. Bending to pick up a dropped spoon? Jayās palm cracks down again, then stays, middle finger dipping into your cunt, pumping once, twice, curling against your G-spot until your knees shake, then withdrawing with a wet pop and a casual āoops.ā Stretching up to dust the top shelf? Heeseungās mouth finds the back of your neck, teeth grazing, one hand sliding between your legs to flick your clit in rapid, teasing circles until youāre whimpering, then heās gone, leaving you edged and gasping.
By late afternoon youāre a walking wreck, skin flushed scarlet, ass a lattice of overlapping handprints burning with every step, nipples raw and hypersensitive against the cotton, cunt so swollen and empty it aches like a bruise. Your thighs are shiny with constant slick. Your brain is fogged with need. Youāre trying, failing, to fold laundry on the living room couch when Jake decides heās done playing.
He doesnāt ask. Doesnāt warn. He simply drops to his knees in front of you like a man starved for weeks, hooks your trembling legs over his broad shoulders, and buries his face in your dripping pussy with a guttural groan that vibrates straight through your clit.
No warmup. No mercy.
His tongue is everywhere at once, broad, flat, filthy laps from your clenching hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, then sucking the swollen bud between his lips like heās trying to pull your soul out through it. He alternates, hard, punishing suction that makes your back bow off the cushions, then soft, fluttering licks that leave you sobbing. Two thick fingers spear into you without resistance, curling viciously against that spongy spot inside while his tongue flicks your clit in rapid, relentless strokes. The wet sounds are deafening, your slick gushing around his knuckles, dripping down his chin, soaking the couch beneath you.
You grab fistfuls of his hair, half trying to rip him off, half grinding your cunt against his face desperate for release. āJ-Jake, fuckātoo muchāahh!ā
He growls into your pussy, the vibration making your vision spark white. Three fingers now, stretching you wide, pumping brutally, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit while his tongue spears inside you, fucking you in shallow, messy thrusts. Your thighs clamp around his head like a vice. Your back arches so hard you nearly levitate. The orgasm rips through you like lightning, violent, shattering, squirting messily all over his face as you scream, walls convulsing, vision whiting out completely.
He doesnāt stop. He rides you through it, through the aftershocks, through the oversensitive whimpers and the frantic pushing at his head, tongue and fingers relentless until youāre a sobbing, twitching wreck, another smaller orgasm crashing over you before the first even fades.
Only then does he pull back, face glistening, lips swollen, chin dripping with your cum like he just won a war. He climbs up your body slow, caging you against the cushions with his powerful frame, cock heavy and leaking against your thigh through his sweats. Then he kisses you. Not the brutal, claiming way you expect after he just devoured your cunt like a starving animal.
Sweet. Devastatingly soft. His mouth moves against yours like a promise, gentle, coaxing, tongue sliding in lazy, velvet strokes that taste like your own slick and his spit. One hand cups your cheek with shocking tenderness, thumb stroking your jawbone like youāre fragile, precious. The other rests low on your belly, warm, possessive, fingers splayed like heās claiming the space where his cock will eventually live.
It breaks something in you. Filthy-sweet. Disorienting. Dangerous. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, breath mingling, eyes half-lidded and shining. āGood girl,ā he whispers, so soft it feels like a secret. āTasted so fucking sweet. Could eat this pussy for every meal.ā
Then heās gone, standing, wiping his shiny face with the back of his hand, flashing that boyish, wicked grin like he didnāt just ruin you twice in five minutes. You lie there panting, legs still hooked open and shaking, lips tingling, cunt still fluttering and leaking onto the ruined couch. The others donāt even pretend to look away anymore.
Heeseung glances over from the armchair, dark eyes gleaming, one brow raised in quiet approval. Jay keeps scrolling, but his free hand is palming the massive bulge in his sweats. Sunghoon licks his lips slowly, deliberately, like heās already tasting his turn. You yank the tee down over your trembling thighs with shaking hands, trying to catch your breath, trying to remember how to be a person.
The clock on the wall glows 7:42 p.m. Eighteen minutes until the first rule locks in for the night. And every single one of them is watching the seconds tick down with hungry, patient eyes.
The day was ānormal.ā
But normal in this house means your body is their favorite toy, teased, slapped, groped, eaten, and edged until youāre dripping and desperate. The night hasnāt even started.
The apartment is shrouded in that heavy, post-midnight hush, only the low, constant hum of the AC and the faint, faraway pulse of city traffic bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The clock on the wall glows 12:34 a.m. Your panties have been gone for hours, the rule now a permanent, throbbing law between your legs. Every step you take reminds you: bare, slick, exposed, owned.
Youāre trying to ghost down the hallway like a shadow, bare feet silent on the cool hardwood, oversized tee clutched in one fist to keep the hem from riding up, when Heeseung materializes out of nowhere. His long fingers wrap around your wrist like a steel cuff, firm but not cruel, and he yanks you sideways without a single word. The door to his room swings open, swallows you both, and clicks shut with the finality of a prison gate. The lock engages with a soft, damning thunk.
The second the bolt slides home, the mask drops. Heeseung spins you around and slams you back against the door so hard the wood rattles in its frame. His mouth crashes into yours, teeth clashing, tongues battling, no sweetness, just raw, starving hunger. One big hand fists your hair, yanking your head back so he can devour your throat, sucking bruises into the skin while the other shoves up under your tee and finds your already dripping cunt.
āFuck, youāre soaked,ā he growls against your pulse point, two thick fingers spearing straight into you without warning. āBeen walking around all night with this greedy little hole empty? Bad girl.ā
You moan brokenly, hips jerking into his hand. He adds a third finger instantly, stretching you wide, scissoring brutally while his thumb grinds hard circles on your swollen clit. Your knees buckle; he doesnāt let you fall. Just pins you to the door with his body and finger-fucks you so viciously the sound echoes louder than your gasps.
He rips the tee over your head in one motion, leaving you completely naked. Then heās spinning you again, bending you over the edge of his massive bed, face pressed into the black silk sheets that smell like him, dark, expensive, masculine. He kicks your legs wider, slaps your ass once, twice, hard enough to make the flesh jiggle and bloom pink.
āLook at this pretty cunt clenching for me,ā he snarls, lining up the fat, leaking head of his cock and slamming in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch burns so good you scream into the mattress. He doesnāt give you time to adjust, just grips your hips hard enough to bruise and starts pounding.
Skin slaps skin like thunder. His heavy balls smack your clit with every savage thrust. The bed creaks violently under the assault. He fucks you like heās trying to split you in halfādeep, punishing strokes that drag against every sensitive ridge inside you, the thick head battering your cervix on every inward slam.
āTake it,ā he grunts, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other reaching around to slap your clit in time with his thrusts. āThis is what you signed up for, roomie. This cunt belongs to the house now, belongs to me tonight.ā
Youāre sobbing, drooling onto the sheets, pussy gushing around his cock so loudly itās embarrassing. He reaches down and spreads your ass cheeks wider, watching his thick shaft disappear into your stretched hole, the creamy ring of your arousal coating every inch.
āFuck, look at that. Greedy little slut sucking me in.ā
He pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your back, and hooks your legs over his shoulders. The new angle lets him drive even deeper. His hips snap forward like a machine, relentless, punishing, perfect. Your tits bounce wildly with every thrust. He leans down and sucks one swollen nipple into his mouth, biting hard enough to make you wail, then soothes it with his tongue before moving to the other.
You come first, hard, screaming, walls clamping down on him like a vice, squirting messily around his cock as your whole body seizes. He doesnāt slow. Just fucks you straight through it, growling praises and filth into your ear.
āThatās it, milk my cock, baby. Give me another. Come on this dick again like the house whore you are.ā
You do, second orgasm ripping through you even harder, vision whiting out, nails raking bloody lines down his back. Heeseung follows with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding you with thick, hot ropes of cum, pulse after pulse until itās leaking out around his cock, dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets.
He stays buried inside you for a long moment, both of you heaving, sweat-slick bodies glued together. Then he pulls out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum pours from your ruined hole in a creamy waterfall.
But the brutality ends there.
Heeseung rolls off you with surprising grace, chest still rising and falling hard. He sits up, runs a hand through his wrecked hair, then stands, completely naked, still half-hard and shining with your combined mess. You lie there boneless, thighs trembling, cum leaking steadily onto the bed, mind completely blank.
He disappears into the attached bathroom. You hear the faucet run, the soft clink of glass. When he returns, heās carrying a warm, damp cloth and a small bottle of something. You flinch when he kneels between your spread thighs again, instinct, not fear, but he just shushes you softly.
āEasy, baby.ā
The cloth is blissfully warm. He starts at your inner thighs, wiping away the sticky trails of cum with slow, careful strokes. Then higher, between your folds, dabbing gently at your swollen, puffy entrance. You hiss when the fabric brushes your oversensitive clit; he pauses instantly, waiting until you relax before continuing. He cleans every inch of you with the patience of a man whoās done this before, thorough, reverent, almost worshipful. When heās satisfied, he sets the cloth aside and pours a small amount of cool, soothing lotion onto his fingers, massaging it gently into the red handprints on your hips, your ass, the bite marks on your breasts.
You can only stare at him, wide-eyed, lips parted, heart hammering in a way that has nothing to do with the orgasms.
Heeseung meets your gaze, those dark eyes steady, unreadable for a heartbeat, then the corner of his mouth lifts in something softer than a smirk. āI may be an asshole, baby,ā he says, voice low and gravel-rough from how loud heād moaned your name, ābut I know how to treat whatās mine right after I break it.ā
He finishes with the lotion, then grabs a clean, fluffy towel from the dresser and drapes it gently over your hips like a blanket. Pulls the black silk sheet up to your waist, tucking it around you with careful hands. Finally, he leans down, brushes sweat-damp strands of hair off your forehead with his knuckles, light, almost sweet, and presses the softest kiss to your temple.
āGet some sleep,ā he murmurs against your skin. āYouāre gonna need every ounce of strength for what the rest of them have planned tomorrow.ā
He doesnāt stay. Just stands, flicks off the bedside lamp with a soft click, and pads out of the room, leaving the door cracked just enough that a thin, golden line of hallway light spills across the floor like an invitationā¦ or a warning.
You lie there in the dark, body aching in the most delicious, ruined way, pussy still fluttering with aftershocks, skin tingling from his gentle hands, mind spinning in dizzy circles.
Because he is an asshole. A cruel, rule-making, cum-painting, pussy-destroying asshole. But tonight, for the first time since you moved in, youāre terrifyingly certain thatās not all he is. And that single, dangerous crack in the armor?
It scares you more than every filthy rule theyāve written on that fridge. Because if Heeseung can fuck you like a toy and then care for you like something preciousā¦
What the hell are the other three capable of? You get your answer somewhere around an hour after Heeseung leaves.
The apartment has gone quiet, city lights bleeding through the blinds in faint orange stripes, the distant hum of traffic like white noise. Youāre half-asleep in your own bed again, body still humming from earlier, skin too sensitive, mind too full of everything thatās happened since you walked through the front door. The sheets feel cool against the faint bruises blooming on your hips.
You donāt hear the door open. Just feel the mattress dip behind you, slow, careful, like whoever it is doesnāt want to startle you awake. Then warmth. Jayās chest presses to your back, not crowding, not possessive in the usual way. Justā¦ there. Solid. His arm slides around your waist from behind, palm flattening low on your stomach. Fingers splay wide, covering as much skin as they can without gripping.
He doesnāt speak at first. Just breathes, slow, even, against the nape of your neck. His nose brushes the baby hairs there once, twice. Then his thumb starts moving.
Slow circles. Lazy, deliberate swirls over the soft skin just below your navel. The kind of touch that feels like heās tracing something fragile. Like youāre made of blown glass, or spun sugar, or something that might crack if he presses too hard.
Itās nothing like the way theyāve touched you all day. No slaps. No gropes. No mocking whispers or filthy promises. Just this. Quiet. Steady. Almost reverent. You tense for half a second, waiting for the punchline, the shift into something meaner.
It doesnāt come. Instead, his lips find the curve where your shoulder meets your neck. Not a kiss. Just a resting place. Warm breath fanning over your skin in time with the slow rub of his thumb. āYou okay?ā he murmurs eventually. Voice low, rough from sleep and whatever else heās been doing in the dark. Not demanding an answer. Justā¦ checking.
You donāt know what to say. Your throat feels tight. You nod once, small, barely there. His hand keeps moving. Same rhythm. Same gentleness. Circles widening a little, then tightening again, like heās memorizing the shape of you under his palm.
āTell me if itās too much,ā he says against your skin. āAny of it. Tonight. Tomorrow. Whenever.ā
The words hang there, simple, quiet, sincere in a way that doesnāt match the asshole roommates who printed rules on the fridge and came on your face like it was a housewarming tradition. You swallow. āIāmā¦ okay,ā you whisper. Itās the truth, mostly. The rest is too tangled to name.
He hums once, soft, approving. His arm tightens just enough to pull you closer, back flush to his chest. No grind. No wandering hands. Just holding. The circles donāt stop. Slow. Soothing. Like heās trying to rub the tension out of you molecule by molecule. You feel your breathing start to match his, deeper, slower. The ache between your legs dulls to a low throb instead of a sharp pulse. Your eyelids grow heavy again. Jay doesnāt move to leave.
Doesnāt push for more. Just stays. Palm warm on your waist. Thumb still drawing those endless, careful circles. Like youāre something worth being gentle with. Even here. Even now. You fall asleep to the rhythm of it, his heartbeat steady against your spine, his breath even against your neck, the soft scrape of calluses on your skin.
And for the first time since you moved in, the apartment doesnāt feel quite so dangerous.
Sunlight slices through the half-open blinds in thin, golden bars across your bare back. You wake slowly, first to the sensation of heat, then weight, then the unmistakable press of something thick and heavy sliding past your lips before your eyes are even open.
Heeseung. Heās already there, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, one hand braced on the headboard, the other cradling the back of your skull with surprising care. His cock is hard, morning wood, thick and flushed, veins prominent under the skin, and heās feeding it to you slowly, not thrusting, justā¦ settling. Like heās been waiting for you to wake up around him.
Your lashes flutter. A soft, sleepy sound escapes your throat, half protest, half surrender, as your mouth stretches to accommodate him. He doesnāt push deeper than you can take. Just holds still once the head bumps the back of your tongue, letting you adjust.
āShh,ā he murmurs above you, thumb stroking the hinge of your jaw. āMorning, baby.ā
His voice is gravel-rough from sleep, softer than it has any right to be. You blink up at him through damp lashes. Heās shirtless, hair a wreck, eyes dark but not cruel. Thereās something almost apologetic in the way he looks down at you, like he knows exactly how many times heās already used this mouth, this body, in the last forty-eight hours and still canāt stop.
You donāt pull away. Instead, you flatten your tongue along the underside, hollow your cheeks just enough to make him hiss quietly. His hips twitch once, small, involuntary, then still again.
āGood girl,ā he breathes. Not mocking. Quiet. Almost reverent.
Thatās when you feel the mattress dip on either side. Jake slides in behind you first, warm chest pressing to your back, knees nudging yours apart. His cock, already leaking, slides between your thighs, not inside yet, just rocking slow and lazy along your folds. He kisses the nape of your neck, open-mouthed and gentle, like heās tasting sleep-warmed skin instead of claiming territory.
āMorning, princess,ā he whispers against your ear. One hand slips under you, cupping your breast, not squeezing, just holding. Palm warm. Fingers splayed. Thumb brushing the nipple in slow, soothing circles.
Sunghoon appears on your other side, long limbs unfolding gracefully. He doesnāt speak at first. Just watches your face while Heeseung rocks shallowly into your mouth. Then he leans in, presses a soft, lingering kiss to your temple. The gesture is so unexpectedly tender your breath hitches around Heeseungās length.
Sunghoonās hand finds your hip. Strokes down the curve of your waist, then back up. Like heās memorizing every dip and swell. Like heās sorry for every bruise heās left there. Jayās the last to join.
Heās fully dressed, gray sweats, black tee, hair still damp from a shower, sitting in the armchair across from the bed with a steaming mug of black coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. Vertical hold. Red recording dot blinking steadily.
He doesnāt say anything filthy. Doesnāt bark orders. Just watches. Sips. The corner of his mouth lifts when your eyes meet his over Heeseungās shoulder. Not a smirk. Something quieter. Almost fond. āPretty,ā he mouths. No sound. Just the shape of the word.
Heeseung starts moving then, slow, shallow rolls of his hips. Never deep enough to choke you. Just enough to fill your mouth, to let you taste the salt and musk of him. Your hands come up instinctively, fingers curling around the base he canāt fit, stroking what your lips canāt reach.
Jake shifts behind you. Lines himself up. Presses in, slow. So slow. The stretch is lazy, unhurried, like he has all morning to sink into you. When he bottoms out, he stays there. Doesnāt thrust. Just grinds in tiny, rolling circles, letting you feel every inch pressed against that spot inside that makes your toes curl.
Sunghoonās hand slides between you and the mattress. Finds your clit. Circles it with the same gentle pressure Jakeās using on your nipple. No frantic rubbing. No pinching. Just soft, steady friction that builds slow and syrupy.
You moan around Heeseung, muffled, needy. The vibration makes him groan low in his throat.
āFuck,ā he breathes. āThatās it.ā
They move like theyāve rehearsed it. Like theyāve agreed, silently, somewhere in the dark hours after Jay held you last night, that today they wonāt break you. Not more than they already have.
Jake rocks into you in time with Heeseungās shallow thrusts. Sunghoonās fingers never falter, patient, coaxing. Your body starts to tremble, not from overstimulation, but from the slow, relentless climb theyāre building together.
Jayās phone stays steady. He tilts it slightly, capturing the way your back arches, the way Jakeās hand splays protectively over your stomach, the way Sunghoonās lips brush your shoulder every few seconds like he canāt help himself.
Heeseungās breathing grows ragged first. āGonna come,ā he warns, voice strained, almost pleading. āWhere do you want it, baby?ā You canāt answer with words. Just tighten your lips around him, suck harder, look up at him with wide, glassy eyes.
He swears under his breath. Pulls out at the last second, strokes himself twice, and spills across your tongue in thick, warm pulses. You swallow what you can; the rest drips from the corner of your mouth. Heeseung catches it with his thumb, pushes it back between your lips.
āGood girl,ā he whispers again. This time his voice cracks. Jakeās rhythm falters behind you. His forehead drops to your shoulder. āFuckācan Iāinside?ā
You nod frantically, around Heeseungās softening cock still resting on your tongue.
He groans, long, low, broken, and buries himself deep. Comes with a shudder that rocks through both of you. Hot. Thick. Filling you until it leaks out around him, down your thighs. He doesnāt pull out right away. Just stays seated, grinding lazily through the aftershocks, letting you clench around him like heās trying to keep every drop where it belongs.
Sunghoonās fingers speed up just enough, still gentle, still careful, and you come like a wave breaking slow. No scream. No violent shaking. Just a long, trembling release that leaves you boneless, whimpering softly into Heeseungās thigh.
They donāt rush to move.
Jake stays inside you, softening but not leaving. Sunghoon keeps petting your clit through the aftershocks, light, soothing touches now. Heeseung strokes your hair back from your face, tucking strands behind your ear.
Jay finally lowers the phone. Stops recording. Sets the mug on the side table. Walks over. He kneels on the edge of the bed, still fully clothed, and cups your cheek. Thumb swipes away the last trace of Heeseung from your lip.
āYou okay?ā he asks quietly. You nod. Eyes heavy. Body humming. He leans down. Kisses your forehead, soft. Lingering. Then he looks at the others. āGroup chat,ā he says simply. āSheās gonna want to see it later.ā
Jake chuckles, soft, breathless, against your neck. āSheās gonna come again just watching.ā Sunghoon finally pulls his hand away. Presses one last kiss to your shoulder blade. Heeseung helps ease you onto your side, careful, like you might shatter. Jake slips out slowly, both of you hissing at the loss. Cum leaks immediately, thick, white, obscene. Jay grabs a clean towel from the nightstand, wipes between your thighs with the same gentle care Heeseung used last night.
No one speaks for a minute. Just breathing. Skin cooling. Hearts slowing. Then Heeseung breaks the quiet. āWe wereā¦ a lot,ā he says. Voice rough. Eyes on yours. āYesterday. The day before. If itās too muchāā
You shake your head before he can finish. Reach up. Curl your fingers around his wrist. āIām here,ā you whisper. āIām staying.ā Something flickers across his face, relief, maybe. Guilt, definitely.
Jayās hand finds yours. Squeezes once. Jake presses his lips to the back of your neck, soft, apologetic. Sunghoon just watches you. Then leans in. Kisses the corner of your mouth. Slow. Sweet. āBreakfast,ā Jay says eventually. āIn bed. No rules for the next hour.ā
You laugh, small, wrecked, real. They move like theyāve been given permission to be soft. And for the first time since you moved in, you let yourself believe they might actually mean it. The rest of the day unfolds like something borrowed from another life.
No one touches you. Not in the hungry, claiming way youāve come to expect. No wandering hands under your shirt while youāre making toast. No casual spanks when you bend to pick up a stray sock. No one pins you against the counter or drags you onto a lap. The rules, those printed, obscene bullet points on the fridge, might as well be written in invisible ink for how irrelevant they feel in the soft, lazy hours that follow breakfast.
They justā¦ stay.
All four of them orbit you without crowding. The living room becomes this strange, sunlit island: blankets dragged from bedrooms, pillows piled into a makeshift nest on the sectional, takeout containers from last night still scattered like evidence of a truce. Someone puts on music, low-fi beats, nothing aggressive, just enough rhythm to fill the quiet without demanding attention. Jake sprawls across the floor with his head in your lap, scrolling memes on his phone and reading the funniest ones out loud in increasingly ridiculous voices until you snort-laugh and accidentally knee him in the ribs.
āOw, princess, you trying to murder me?ā he whines, but heās grinning, grabbing your hand to press a dramatic kiss to your knuckles before going right back to his phone.
Jay sits cross-legged at the other end of the couch, one of your feet in his lap. He massages your ankle absentmindedly while he argues with Heeseung about whether the new season of some crime drama is trash or genius. Every time you shift, he squeezes your calf once, gentle, grounding, like a silent check-in.
Heeseungās on the armchair opposite, legs kicked up on the coffee table, nursing the same lukewarm coffee from this morning. He catches your eye every so often and justā¦ holds it. No smirk. No heat. Just a small, almost shy tilt of his mouth, like heās still surprised youāre still here.
Sunghoon is the quietest. Heās tucked into the corner of the sectional, long legs stretched out, one arm slung over the backrest behind you. He doesnāt say much, just watches. Watches you laugh at Jakeās dumb jokes. Watches the way your shoulders slowly unclench. Watches the way the afternoon light turns your skin gold.
You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time someone shifts closer, every time a hand brushes your arm or knee, your body tenses on instinct, bracing for the grab, the grope, the inevitable slide into filth. But it never comes.
Instead: Jake starts a pillow fight that lasts exactly thirty five seconds before Jay declares himself referee and tackles Jake into the cushions. Heeseung orders fried chicken and insists on feeding you the first piece, holding it to your lips like Jay used to, but this time thereās no sauce-smeared thumb, no dirty promise in his eyes. Just a soft āOpen up, baby,ā and when you do, he smiles like youāve given him something precious.
Sunghoon eventually migrates closer. Not crowding. Just enough that his thigh presses warm against yours. You glance at him, skeptical, guarded, still half-expecting the mask to slip. He notices. Of course he does. His hand lifts, slow, telegraphing every movement so you can pull away if you want. You donāt.
Fingers gentle, he reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers there, knuckles grazing the shell lightly, before he lets his palm cup the side of your face for half a heartbeat. You freeze. He smiles. Not the cold, cutting one he usually wears. Something smaller. Softer. Almost sad.
āYou are our friend, sweetheart,ā he says quietly. His voice is low enough that the others have to strain to hear, but they do. The room quiets around the words like theyāre something fragile. You blink. Throat tight. Sunghoonās thumb brushes your cheekbone once, barely there.
āWe fucked this up from the start,ā he continues, softer still. āWe saw you walk through that door looking like you were ready to bolt at the first wrong moveā¦ and we made sure every move was wrong. On purpose.ā His gaze drops to where his hand still rests against your skin. āThought itād be easier if you hated us. If you left on your own. If we never had to admit we wanted you to stay for more than justāā
He stops. Swallows. āāfor more than just the easy parts.ā The confession hangs there, heavy and unpolished. Jakeās head is still in your lap; heās gone unnaturally still, staring up at the ceiling like heās afraid to interrupt. Jayās thumb has paused on your ankle.
Heeseung sets his coffee down. Slowly. You look around at them, all four, and for the first time you see it: the guilt. Not performative. Not a tactic. Real. Raw. Sitting under their skin like a bruise theyāve been ignoring. Sunghoonās hand finally drops from your face, but he doesnāt move away.
āWeāre not asking for forgiveness,ā he says. āWe donāt deserve it. Not yet. But weāre not gonna keep treating you likeāā He exhales through his nose. āālike youāre disposable. Not anymore.ā Silence stretches. Then Jake, sweet, chaotic Jake, breaks it by pressing the softest kiss to the inside of your wrist.
āFriends can still cuddle, right?ā he mumbles against your skin. āBecause Iām not moving. My headās too comfy.ā A tiny, surprised laugh bubbles out of you. Jay squeezes your calf once. āWeāve got time,ā he says simply. āNo rush. No rules today.ā
Heeseung leans forward, elbows on his knees. āTell us what you want,ā he says. āRight now. Anything. Weāll listen.ā You look at them, really look. The assholes who printed rules on the fridge. The ones who marked you, used you, laughed while they did it. The ones who just spent an entire day proving they know how to be gentle when they choose to be. You swallow.
āI wantā¦ā Your voice is small at first. Then steadier. āI want to believe you.ā Sunghoonās eyes soften. āThen weāll keep showing you,ā he says. āUntil you do.ā
Jake nuzzles closer into your lap like a cat claiming territory. Jay resumes the slow massage on your ankle. Heeseung picks up the remote, queues up some mindless comedy youāve all seen a hundred times.
And Sunghoon, quiet, beautiful, regretful Sunghoon, leans in just enough to rest his forehead against your temple. āFriends,ā he whispers again. Like a promise.
Like a beginning. The afternoon bleeds into evening. No one fucks you. No one even tries. They just stay. Laughing. Joking. Touching you like you matter. And for the first time since you moved in, you let yourself lean into it.
Just a little. Just enough to see what happens when the rules stop mattering and the people start to.
The apartment feels different when the others are gone, quieter, yes, but not the hollow kind of quiet that echoes off the walls. Itās softer, warmer, like the whole space exhales once Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon finally slip out the door with their jackets half-zipped and promises of āreal foodā still lingering in the air. Twenty minutes ago they each pressed a kiss to your forehead, Heeseungās lingering the longest, his thumb sweeping slow circles over your cheekbone as if he still couldnāt quite believe you were letting all four of them stay, Jayās quick and teasing with a wink, Sunghoonās almost shy, lips brushing your skin like a secret. They told Jake to behave, and the second the door clicked shut behind them, Jakeās grin turned wicked, golden-retriever energy dialed up to eleven, like the instruction itself was foreplay.
Heās been orbiting you ever since, turning half-hearted chores into an excuse to stay glued to your side. Youāre folding laundry on the couch, and he keeps āhelpingā by snatching shirts out of your hands just to hold them up like trophies before tossing them back in a messy pile. In the kitchen he hip-checks you every time you reach for a dish towel, laughing low and bright when you swat at his chest. The late-afternoon sun pours through the big windows in thick golden slabs, catching on the fine hairs of his arms, turning his skin warm and honeyed. Youāre both a little sweaty from moving around, the faint scent of his cologne, something clean, mixing with the laundry detergent and the leftover smell of last nightās fried chicken still clinging to the air.Ā
āYouāre terrible at this,ā you say, watching him wrestle a fitted sheet into something that vaguely resembles a rectangle. The elastic corners keep snapping back at him like they have a personal grudge.
Jake flashes that devastating, all-teeth smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. āIām excellent at distractions. Watch this, baby.ā
Before you can protest, he shakes the sheet out with dramatic flair, like a matador taunting a bull, then whips it over both your heads in one smooth motion. The world narrows instantly to white cotton filtered sunlight, the fabric draping around you like a private tent. Youāre both laughing before you can stop it, deep, helpless belly laughs that make your ribs ache and your eyes water. The sheet muffles everything, turning the sound intimate and close. Jakeās body is right there, heat radiating off him, chest brushing yours with every breathless chuckle. He tugs you deeper under the fabric, arms wrapping loosely around your waist, and suddenly the playful game shifts. His nose nudges yours. You feel the brush of his lashes against your cheek. The laughter fades into something heavier, warmer, the air between you thickening like honey.
āSee?ā he murmurs, voice low and rougher now. āMasterclass in procrastination.ā
You roll your eyes, but your hands are already sliding up his chest, fingers curling into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. You donāt push him away. You pull him closer.
The sheet eventually slips to the floor in a crumpled heap, forgotten. You move down the hallway together, the basket of clean clothes balanced on your hip, Jake trailing so close his fingers keep ghosting the small of your back. You bend over to grab a stray sock thatās escaped onto the floor, nothing exaggerated, just a natural lean, your thin cotton shorts riding up just enough to expose the curve where thigh meets hip. Behind you, Jake sucks in a sharp, punched-out breath, like the sight physically winds him.
You freeze.
His hand settles on your hip, palm broad and hot, fingers spreading wide over the soft flesh through the fabric. Not a slap, not a grope. Justā¦ claiming. Resting there with deliberate weight, thumb stroking a slow, lazy circle that makes your skin prickle. You feel every callus on his fingertips, the faint tremble in his touch like heās fighting the urge to squeeze harder. Heat blooms low in your belly, liquid and slow.
You straighten up slowly, deliberately, and his hand stays glued to you, sliding with the motion so it ends up cupping the full cheek. He turns you around with the gentlest pressure on your hip, like youāre made of glass heās terrified of cracking. Your back meets the cool wall of the hallway with a soft thud. Jake crowds in immediately, but not aggressively, his body cages you without trapping, one forearm braced beside your head, the other hand still kneading your ass with slow, possessive squeezes that make your breath hitch.
His eyes have gone dark, almost black, pupils blown wide. Not the usual playful hunger. Something deeper. Hungrier. Worshipful.
āHey,ā he breathes, voice gravel-rough. āYou good? Still with me?ā You nod, small and shaky, because the air has turned thick, syrupy, every inhale dragging like molasses. Your nipples are already tight against your shirt, and you know he can see it. He leans in like heās giving you every chance to stop him. The first kiss is feather-light, barely a brush of lips, testing, asking. You answer by tilting your head, parting your mouth just enough, tongue flicking out to taste him. Thatās all the permission he needs.
Jake kisses you like heās been starving for it since the day you moved in, like every shared glance and late-night movie marathon has been foreplay leading to this exact second. Slow. So fucking slow. His lips are plush and warm, sliding against yours with wet, deliberate pressure. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue tracing the seam until you open wider, then he licks inside, deep, lazy strokes that map every inch of you like heās memorizing the taste. You moan softly into his mouth and he answers with a low, guttural groan that vibrates straight down to your clit. His hand on your ass tightens, pulling you flush against him so you can feel exactly how hard he already is, thick, heavy ridge straining against his sweatpants, pressing right against your lower belly.
One of his hands cradles your jaw, thumb stroking your cheekbone while the other slides up under your shirt, palm flat and scorching against the bare skin of your stomach. He doesnāt rush. His fingers splay wide, stroking up your ribs, tracing the underside of your breasts with reverent touches. When his thumb finally brushes over your nipple, already pebbled and aching, he circles it slowly, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp and arch into him. He swallows the sound, kissing you deeper, tongue fucking into your mouth in filthy, rhythmic strokes that mimic exactly what you wish his cock was doing somewhere else.
Youāre grinding on his thigh now, small, helpless rolls of your hips that drag your soaked pussy along the hard muscle. The thin fabric of your shorts is useless; you can feel how wet youāve gotten, the slickness coating your inner thighs, probably leaving a damp spot on his sweats. Jake breaks the kiss only to drag his open mouth down your jaw, sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. He bites down gently, then soothes it with his tongue, leaving faint red marks that bloom under his lips. You tilt your head back against the wall, exposing more of your throat, and he takes full advantage, licking a hot stripe down to your collarbone, sucking hard enough that you know thereāll be bruises tomorrow, little purple galaxies only the four of them will see.
āFuck, you taste so fucking good,ā he groans against your skin, voice wrecked. āSweet. Like youāve been waiting for me to do this all day.ā
His hand leaves your breast only to slide down, cupping your pussy through your shorts. He doesnāt push inside, just rubs the heel of his palm in slow, firm circles right over your clit, feeling how soaked the fabric is. You whimper, hips jerking, and he chuckles darkly into your neck.
āYeah? That feel good, baby? Youāre dripping for me already.ā
You canāt answer with words, just a broken moan as two of his fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, tracing your slick folds without pushing in, spreading your wetness up to your clit and rubbing tight, teasing circles. Your hands are frantic now, one fisted in his hair, the other palming the thick length of his cock through his sweats, squeezing and stroking him until heās panting against your mouth, hips twitching like heās fighting not to rut into your hand.
You kiss for what feels like hours, messy, spit-slick, tongues tangled and sliding. Your lips are swollen and tingling, jaw aching in the best way. He keeps breaking away only to come right back, sucking on your tongue, biting your bottom lip, whispering filthy little praises between kisses.
āSo fucking pretty when youāre desperate like thisā¦ making those sweet little sounds for meā¦ gonna ruin me, baby, you know that?ā
Your legs are trembling. He notices, always notices, and presses his thigh harder between yours, letting you ride it properly now, the friction perfect and relentless. His fingers keep working your clit in lazy strokes, dipping just inside your entrance to gather more slick before sliding back up, never giving you enough to come, just keeping you right on the edge, trembling and whimpering into his mouth.
When he finally pulls back, forehead resting against yours, both of you are breathing like youāve run miles, chests heaving, lips shiny and red, his hair a complete mess from your fingers. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, cock throbbing visibly against your palm.
āShit,ā he laughs, breathless and shaky. āI didnāt mean toā¦ fuck, I justāā
You cut him off with another kiss, slow, deep, pouring everything youāre feeling into it. When you pull away, you whisper against his swollen lips, āI know. I wanted it too.ā
He smiles, that crooked, boyish, heart-stopping smile, and kisses the tip of your nose, then your forehead, then pulls you tight into his chest. His arms wrap around you completely, one hand still cupping your ass possessively, the other stroking soothing circles up and down your spine. You can feel his heart hammering against yours, his cock still hard and insistent between you, but he doesnāt push. Doesnāt grind. Just holds you there in the hallway, the distant hum of the fridge and the faint city traffic the only sounds left.
You stay like that for a long, indulgent stretch of minutes, bodies pressed together, breaths syncing, the ache between your legs still pulsing but somehow perfectly satisfied by the simple fact of being wrapped up in him. His lips brush your temple.
āFriends can make out, right?ā he murmurs, echoing the joke from earlier, voice warm with affection and something deeper.
You laugh softly against his chest, the sound muffled and content. āYeah, Jake. Friends can definitely make out.ā
And for now, for this golden, sun-drenched afternoon, thatās more than enough. The others will be back soon, but right now the apartment is yours and his, and he just keeps holding you like he never wants to let go.
The hallway still smells faintly of Jakeās cologne, clean and warm skin, and the soft, powdery scent of laundry detergent clinging to the crumpled clothes you never quite finished putting away. His lips are swollen and glossy from the long, lazy make-out against the wall, cheeks flushed a deep pink, pupils blown so wide the pretty hazel is almost gone. Heās breathing hard through his nose, forehead pressed to yours like he needs the contact to stay grounded, hands still shoved up under your shirt, palms hot and broad against the small of your back, thumbs tracing slow, idle arcs that make your spine tingle.
āFuck,ā he whispers, voice wrecked and soft all at once, raw like heās been shouting your name for hours even though he hasnāt. āI need you on me, princess. Need to feel that pretty pussy sliding down my cock right fucking now.ā
The words drop straight into your belly, heavy and molten. You swallow hard, thighs pressing together on instinct, and he feels the tiny clench, grins against the side of your neck, boyish and filthy at the same time.
He doesnāt beg. Doesnāt grab. Just brushes his mouth over the shell of your ear, hot breath ghosting, voice a low rasp that curls straight between your legs.
āRide me. Please. On the couch. Slow. Let me feel every inch of you taking me like you own it.ā
Your cunt throbs at the plea. You nod before you even realize youāre doing it.
Jake laces his fingers through yours, gentle, almost sweet, and leads you back down the hall like youāre going for a Sunday stroll, not about to fuck him stupid in the middle of the living room. The late-afternoon light has shifted, pouring across the big sectional in thick, golden rivers; the cushions are still dented from earlier folding sessions, the air warm and lazy. He drops onto the couch first, sprawling wide, legs splayed, grey sweats already tented, the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric like itās trying to escape.
He then hooks his fingers against the edge of your shorts and drags them down, along with your panties. His eyes darken as he gulps and looks up at you.
He pats his thigh once, slow, inviting, eyes locked on yours with that crooked, heart-melting grin.
You donāt hesitate. You climb on, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips, and the first slow grind of your bare, soaked cunt against the hard, hot length of him through the thin material rips a twin hiss from both your throats. Youāre dripping, have been since he pinned you to the hallway wall, and the fabric is already darkening under you, slick. Jakeās hands settle on your hips, not guiding yet, just holding, thumbs stroking the skin right above the waistband of your shorts like heās memorizing the feel of you.
You start slow. Torturously slow. Tiny, rolling rocks of your hips that drag your swollen clit along the rigid ridge of his cock again and again. The friction is perfect, wet, hot, teasing. Every pass makes the fabric cling tighter, the head of his dick bumping right where you need it. Jakeās head falls back against the couch, throat working on a low, broken groan, Adamās apple bobbing.
āGoddamn, babyā¦ look at you. Already so fucking wet youāre soaking through my sweats. That little pussy weeping for me.ā
You giggle, breathless, giddy, almost embarrassed at how turned on you are, and lean down to kiss him. Soft at first, just lips brushing, then deeper: tongues sliding lazy and messy, tasting the faint salt of his skin and the sweetness of the iced americano he had earlier. His hands slide back under your shirt, palms scalding against your ribs, thumbs circling the undersides of your breasts in slow, reverent strokes until your nipples are tight, aching peaks. He pinches them gently, rolls them between thumb and forefinger, and you arch into his touch with a whimper that makes him smile against your mouth.
āYouāre so fucking soft,ā he mumbles between kisses, voice thick. āSo perfect. Been dreaming about this tight little cunt wrapped around me since the second you walked through that door and smiled at all of us like we hung the moon. Gonna let me feel it now, princess? Gonna sit on my cock and ride me nice and slow?ā
You lift just enough to shove his sweats down his thighs. His cock springs free, thick, flushed dark, veins standing out, the tip already glistening with a fat bead of pre-cum that streaks down the shaft when you wrap your fingers around him. One slow, firm stroke from base to head has him groaning, hips twitching up into your fist. You line him up, notch the blunt head against your dripping entrance, and sink down.
The first inch is heaven.
You both moan, long, filthy sounds, as he stretches you open, thick and hot and perfect, splitting you so deliciously slow you feel every ridge, every vein. Your mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut. He bottoms out with your ass flush to his thighs, balls pressed tight against you, and the fullness is so overwhelming your walls flutter around him like youāre already close.
āFuuuuck,ā Jake breathes, hands flexing hard on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to bruise. āThatās it. Take every fucking inch, princess. Look at you, swallowing me like you were made for it. So goddamn tight and wet and perfect.ā
You start riding him properly, long, deliberate lifts and sinks, rolling your hips on every downstroke so your clit grinds against his pelvis. The sounds of your cunt taking him echo in the quiet apartment: slick, filthy squelches every time you drop down, his cock glistening with your arousal when you rise. Jakeās eyes are glued to where youāre joined, watching himself disappear inside you over and over with something like awe.
āListen to that,ā he groans, voice cracking. āThat sloppy little sound every time you take me. Youāre dripping down my balls, baby, making such a pretty mess all over me. Gonna stain the couch and I donāt even care.ā
You bury your face in his neck for a second, flushed and turned on beyond words, then bite down on the skin there, light, teasing. He jolts, cock twitching hard inside you, and groans louder.
āFuck, do that again. Mark me up, princess. Want the others to see who got to have you first.ā
You do, sucking a faint pink bloom into his throat while you ride him harder, faster, breasts bouncing under your thin shirt. His mouth finds your nipple through the fabric, sucking hard, teeth grazing, soaking the cotton until itās transparent and clinging. You cry out, high and needy, hips snapping down faster now, chasing the heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.
Jakeās losing it beautifully, head thrown back, throat exposed, hands gripping your ass and spreading you wider so he can watch every inch of his cock sliding in and out of your greedy cunt.
āShit, ride it harder, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Use my cock like the greedy little slut you are. Come all over it, wanna feel this pussy milk me dry.ā
The filthy words spoken in that sweet, reverent tone send you spiraling. You slam down harder, clit grinding relentlessly, thighs burning. He slides one hand between you, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, firm circles.
āCome on, princess. Give it to me. Soak my cock. Make it messy. Wanna feel you gush.ā
You shatter with a broken cry, head thrown back, back arching, clamping down around him in hard, pulsing waves. Your vision whites out. Thighs shake violently. You gush around him, slick flooding out around his base, soaking his balls and the couch beneath you. Jake swears, low and guttural, hips stuttering up once, twice, burying himself to the hilt as he comes, thick, hot ropes of cum painting your walls, filling you so full it leaks out immediately around his throbbing length.
He holds you flush against him through every aftershock, arms banded tight around your waist, forehead pressed to your collarbone, breathing ragged and shaky. You stay like that, sweaty, trembling, his softening cock still buried deep inside you, cum slowly trickling out, while he kisses your shoulder, your neck, the corner of your mouth with soft, lazy presses.
āBest fucking ride of my life,ā he mumbles, voice hoarse and sated, nuzzling into your hair.
You laugh, soft, spent, glowing, and nuzzle back. āFriends can do that too, right?ā
He chuckles, kissing your temple. āFriends can do whatever the fuck they want.ā Youāre still seated on him, his cock twitching occasionally inside your cum-filled pussy, when the front door clicks open.
Neither of you moves fast enough. Sunghoon steps in first, grocery bags dangling from one hand, keys in the other, the faint scent of fresh produce and restaurant takeout wafting in with him. He freezes mid-step. Eyes lock on the scene: you straddling Jake on the couch, shirt rucked up to your collarbones, thighs spread obscenely wide, Jakeās cock still half-hard and buried inside you, thick white cum already leaking in slow, creamy rivulets down his balls and onto the cushion.
The bags hit the floor with a heavy, forgotten thud. A carton of eggs probably cracks, but no one cares. Sunghoonās jaw tightens so hard you hear the sharp click of his teeth. His eyes, usually cool and calm, go black, dangerous, glittering with something possessive and furious.
āWhat. The. Fuck.ā
His voice is ice wrapped in velvet. Low. Deadly calm. Jake startles, arms tightening around you protectively, but he doesnāt dare pull out. Doesnāt even try to cover you.
āHyungāwait, itās notāā
Sunghoon crosses the room in three long strides, towering over both of you. He doesnāt yell. Doesnāt shove Jake. Just reaches down, grips your chin between thumb and forefinger, firm, not bruising, and tilts your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb drags slow and deliberate across your bottom lip, then presses inside. You suck instinctively, tongue swirling around the digit, tasting the faint salt of his skin.
His eyes flick to Jake, cold as winter.
āGet out from under her. Now.ā
Jake hesitates half a second. Sunghoonās voice drops even lower, lethal.
āI said now.ā
Jake lifts you carefully with a wet, filthy sound that makes Sunghoonās nostrils flare. The moment he slips free, a thick gush of his cum pours out of you, sliding down your inner thighs in white trails. Jake stays seated on the couch, chest heaving as he watches warily.
Sunghoon never looks away from you. He steps closer, one hand sliding to the nape of your neck, thumb pressing right over your racing pulse, while the other grips your hip hard enough to anchor you. āYou let him fuck you the second we walked out the door?ā he murmurs, voice velvet and venom, lips brushing your ear. āSpread this pretty pussy for whoever was home first? Without waiting for me? Without even texting?ā
You shake your head, small, instinctive, breath caught in your throat. āNo?ā
He leans in closer, breath hot against your skin. āThen why the fuck are you stuffed so full of him, hmm?ā
Two of his long fingers dip between your thighs without warning, sliding deep into your cum-slick cunt with a wet squelch. You gasp, knees buckling. He curls them slowly, deliberately, scissoring, feeling the warm, sticky mess Jake left behind, pushing it deeper before dragging it out again. When he pulls his fingers free theyāre coated thick and white. He holds them up between you, shiny, dripping, then brings them to your mouth.
āClean.ā
You open obediently. Suck his fingers clean, tongue swirling, tasting yourself and Jake and the faint metallic tang of Sunghoonās skin, moaning around them while he watches with dark, unblinking eyes.
āGood girl,ā he praises, voice low and rough. Then, suddenly, he yanks you forward by the neck and kisses you, hard, possessive, teeth clashing, tongue fucking into your mouth like heās erasing every trace of Jakeās kisses. When he pulls back his lips are wet, eyes blazing with jealousy and hunger.
āBedroom. Now.ā
He doesnāt wait for you to walk. Just scoops you up like you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck, cum still dripping down your thighs and onto his shirt. Jake scrambles up and follows, sweats tugged up haphazardly.
Sunghoon kicks the bedroom door shut behind the three of you with a bang that rattles the frame. He drops you onto the bed, gentle enough not to hurt, rough enough that you bounce, thighs splaying open automatically. He looms over you, tall and broad and radiating controlled fury.
āStrip. Everything off. Let me see exactly what he got to play with while I was gone.ā
You obey instantly, tugging your shirt over your head, shoving your shorts down, kicking them aside until youāre completely bare, pussy puffy and glistening.
His gaze rakes over every inch of you, slow, possessive, furious, hungry. He licks his lips. āYouāre mine tonight, princess. All fucking mine. And youāre going to feel exactly who this cunt belongs to until you canāt remember anyone elseās name.ā
He glances at Jake, standing frozen by the door, eyes wide and cock twitching in his sweats.
āYou can watch,ā Sunghoon says coldly, voice like a blade. āBut you donāt touch. Not until I say so. You sit there and watch me take back whatās mine.ā
Jake swallows hard. Nods once. Sinks into the chair in the corner, hand already palming himself through his sweats like he canāt help it.
Sunghoon turns back to you. Grabs your thighs in both hands and spreads them wide, wide enough that your folds spread, dripping. He lowers his head slowly, eyes locked on yours the entire time.
The first long, vicious swipe of his tongue through your folds is punishing, hot, wet, claiming, licking every drop of Jakeās cum straight out of you like heās erasing the evidence. You arch off the bed with a sharp cry, hands flying to his hair. Sunghoon doesnāt stop. He eats you like a man starved, tongue fucking deep inside your cum-filled hole, sucking noisily, swallowing every filthy mix of you and Jake with low, possessive growls that vibrate straight to your clit. He sucks your swollen folds into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly over your clit, then dives back in to lap at the creamy mess still oozing out of you.
Youāre moaning, loud, broken, shameless, hips grinding against his face while he devours you, chin and lips shiny with cum and your fresh slick. He pulls back just long enough to growl against your thigh,
āGonna lick every last drop of him out of this pussy until it only tastes like me. And then Iām going to fuck you so deep youāll still feel me tomorrow when the others take their turns.ā
His mouth seals back over your clit, sucking hard, two fingers plunging deep, and the jealousy is only just beginning.
The bedroom is thick with the sounds of Sunghoonās mouth devouring you, long, filthy drags of his tongue through your cum-slick folds, sucking Jakeās release out of your fluttering hole like heās personally insulted by every drop. Heās relentless, humming low against your clit, two fingers curled deep inside you, scissoring and stroking that spongy spot that makes your thighs quake around his ears. Your back is arched off the bed, hands fisted in his dark hair, moans spilling out broken and shameless as another orgasm teeters right on the edge.
Then the door bangs open.
Heeseung fills the frame like a storm cloud, broad shoulders tight, jaw locked, one hand fisted in the back of Jakeās t-shirt. Jake looks wrecked already: lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed crimson, cock still half-hard and shiny with your slick, the cocky little grin from earlier completely wiped away. Heeseung doesnāt even glance at you at first. His voice is low, calm, the kind of calm that makes the air feel heavier.
āLiving room. Now.ā
Jake opens his mouth, probably to whine, to joke, to try and charm his way out of it, but Heeseungās grip tightens, fabric stretching across Jakeās shoulders. Jake stumbles forward instead, casting one last wide-eyed look at you before they disappear down the hall. The living-room door shuts with a soft, deliberate click that somehow feels louder than a slam.
Youāre left panting, chest heaving, Sunghoonās tongue still lazily circling your clit like the interruption was nothing more than background noise. He presses one last open-mouthed kiss to your dripping pussy, then pulls back slowly, lips glossy, chin glistening with a messy mix of you and Jake. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, slow and deliberate, eyes dark and glittering with dark amusement as he rises to his knees between your spread thighs.
āLooks like someone earned himself a timeout,ā he murmurs, voice velvet-rough, thumb brushing a lazy stripe up your inner thigh to collect the fresh slick still leaking out of you. His gaze flicks toward the hallway, then back to your flushed, trembling body. āGuess that leaves the three of us to remind you exactly how this works, princess.ā
Jay appears in the doorway a heartbeat later, arms crossed over his chest, shoulder propped against the frame, eyes raking over you with that cool, assessing hunger that always makes your stomach flip. He takes his time stepping inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet snick, the lock clicking into place like a promise.
You try to push yourself up on your elbows, instinct, nerves, the sudden awareness of how exposed and messy you are, but Sunghoonās large hand plants flat on your sternum and pushes you right back down into the mattress. Firm. Unyielding. Possessive.
āStay right there,ā he says softly, almost sweet, but the edge underneath it makes your cunt clench around nothing. āWeāre not done with you yet.ā
Jay stops at the foot of the bed, looking down at the obscene picture you make: completely naked, skin flushed pink, thighs shiny with slick and cum, nipples tight and begging, pussy puffy and still leaking. He reaches out, fingers threading through the hair at your scalp, tightening until your breath hitches. He yanks your head back just enough to expose the long line of your throat, thumb stroking once over your racing pulse.
āYou let him fuck you raw the second we left,ā Jay says, voice low and dangerously even. āWithout asking. Without waiting. Without even a text to let us know our pretty little slut was getting her cunt filled.ā
His free hand slides down your body, possessive, claiming, cupping your soaked pussy like it belongs to him. Two thick fingers push inside without warning, rough and deep, curling hard against that spot that makes white sparks burst behind your eyes. You cry out, hips jerking, walls fluttering greedily around the intrusion.
Sunghoon watches with a mean little smile, one hand lazily stroking his own thick cock. āThis pussy,ā Jay continues, voice dropping to a growl as he pumps his fingers faster, āis ours. All of ours. You donāt get to decide who fills it first when weāre not here. Understand?ā
You nod frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure already pricking your eyes. āY-yesāfuckāyes, itās yoursāā
Sunghoonās hand replaces Jayās on your throat, long fingers wrapping around the column, squeezing just enough to make the edges of your vision sparkle and your cunt gush around Jayās fingers. Not cutting off air. Just reminding you whoās in control.
āGood girl,ā Sunghoon breathes against your ear, leaning down to bite your earlobe. āNow prove it.ā
They move like theyāve choreographed this a hundred times in their heads.
Jay flips you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, face pressed into the sheets that already smell like sex, ass up high, back arched deep. He keeps one hand fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back until your spine bends in that perfect, aching curve. Sunghoon shoves your thighs wider apart, knees sinking into the mattress as he kneels behind you. His cock is flushed dark, angry, veins throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip as he lines up and slams in, deep, brutal, one single punishing thrust that punches the air straight out of your lungs.
You scream into the sheets, the stretch burning so good it borders on too much. Sunghoon doesnāt give you time to adjust. He sets a ruthless pace immediately, hips snapping forward, balls slapping wetly against your clit with every brutal drive, the wet squelch of your cum-filled pussy echoing obscenely. Jay releases your hair only to wrap his hand around your throat from the front instead, squeezing in perfect time with Sunghoonās thrusts, thumb pressing under your jaw so you feel every heartbeat.
āTake it,ā Jay growls, voice rough with arousal. āEvery fucking inch. You wanted cock so bad you couldnāt even wait for all of us? Then youāre gonna take everything we give you, princess. Gonna let us ruin this greedy little hole until you remember who it belongs to.ā
Sunghoon leans over your back, chest slick with sweat against your spine, one hand fisting your hair now while the other reaches around to slap your clit, sharp, stinging little taps that make you clench and sob. Jayās free hand comes down hard on your ass, once, twice, three times, each smack leaving a bright red handprint that blooms hot across your skin.
āWhose pussy is this?ā Jay demands, voice low and filthy.
āYoursāā you sob, voice cracking. āYoursāfuckāyoursāSunghoonāJayāpleaseāā
Sunghoon yanks your head back harder, lips brushing your ear as he pounds into you. āSay it louder. Let the whole fucking apartment hear who owns this cunt.ā
The rhythmic slap of skin on skin, your choked moans, Sunghoonās low possessive growlsāāThis tight little pussy is fucking mineāācarry clearly down the hallway.
In the living room, Heeseung has Jake pinned against the wall by the collar, fist raised, knuckles white with restraint. The first muffled scream from the bedroom makes them both freeze. Then another, higher, broken, needy. The unmistakable wet slap of Sunghoonās hips. Jayās dark chuckle. Your desperate, gagged whimpers around whatever theyāre doing to your mouth now.
Heeseungās fist slowly lowers. Jakeās eyes go wide, cock twitching visibly in his sweats.
Heeseung turns toward the bedroom door, expression unreadable but eyes burning.
Then theyāre both moving, fast.Ā
They burst through the door just as Sunghoon buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. Youāre a complete wreck: face down, ass up, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, tears streaking your cheeks, ass glowing red from Jayās handprints, cunt stretched obscenely around Sunghoonās thick cock, creamy cum from Jake and your own slick coating your thighs.
Heeseung stops at the foot of the bed, takes one long, possessive look at the scene, then climbs on without a word.Ā
āMove,ā he tells Sunghoon, voice low and lethal.
Sunghoon slows just enough to pull out with a wet, filthy pop, thick strings of cum and slick connecting his cock to your gaping hole. Heeseung grabs your hips, flips you onto your back like you weigh nothing, and hooks your legs over his arms, folding you in half until your knees are by your ears. He lines up and slams in, harder, deeper, angrier than Sunghoon, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that makes you scream his name.
Jay pulls back from where heād been feeding you his cock, letting you gasp for air, then moves behind you. Sunghoon shifts to your side, hand wrapping around your throat again, thumb stroking your pulse almost tenderly now.
Jay presses the blunt head of his cock against your ass, already slick from the mess dripping down, and pushes in slow, relentless, the burn intense and overwhelming as he stretches you open around him. Heeseung stays buried to the hilt in your pussy, holding perfectly still while Jay sinks deeper, until both of them are fully seated inside you, rubbing against each other through the thin wall, filling you so completely you can feel them in your throat.
Youāre sobbing, overwhelmed, stretched to your limit, pleasure so sharp it hurts, in the best possible way.
āBreathe, baby,ā Sunghoon murmurs, voice softer now, fingers loosening just enough on your throat. āYouāre taking us so fucking well. Such a good girl for us.ā
They start moving, slow at first, testing, letting you adjust to the impossible fullness. Then harder. Deeper. Alternating thrusts, Heeseung driving in while Jay pulls out, Jay slamming home while Heeseung retreats, until the rhythm syncs and theyāre both fucking into you at the same time, stretching you open on two thick cocks with every synchronized thrust.
Jake stands frozen by the door, cock rock-hard again, hand wrapped tight around it, stroking himself slow and desperate, eyes wide and glassy with guilt and raw arousal. Sunghoon notices. His voice cuts through the wet sounds of flesh. āWatch, Jake. You started this. Now you get to watch how we remind her exactly who she belongs to.ā
Jayās fingers find your swollen, oversensitive clit, rubbing fast, rough circles that make your vision spark white.
āCome,ā he orders, voice rough. āCome on both our cocks. Milk us. Show us who this perfect body belongs to.ā
You shatter harder than you ever have, screaming, back bowing, spasming violently around both cocks, gushing slick down Heeseungās shaft as your orgasm rips through you in endless waves. Heeseung comes first with a deep, broken growl of your name, flooding your pussy with hot, thick pulses. Jay follows seconds later, burying himself deep in your ass and filling you with rope after rope until it leaks out around his base. Sunghoon strokes himself twice, fast and rough, then spills across your stomach and tits in long, creamy stripes, marking you visibly.
They donāt pull out right away.
Just stay buried deep inside you, panting, sweating, chests heaving, holding you between them like something precious and thoroughly, beautifully ruined.
Heeseung leans down first, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your tear-streaked cheek. āMine,ā he whispers against your skin.
Jay echoes it against your shoulder, lips brushing the fresh bite mark Sunghoon left earlier. āMine.ā
Sunghoonās fingers loosen completely on your throat, turning into gentle strokes along your jaw. āMine too, princess. Always.ā
Youāre trembling, wrecked, full to overflowing, claimed in every possible way. And Jake, still standing by the door, cock leaking in his fist, eyes shiny with regret and desperate need, looks like heās never wanted forgiveness more in his life.
The entire room smells like sex and sweat and something deeper, something dangerously close to devotion. None of them move to let you go. Not yet.
The room is thick with the aftermath, sweat, sex, the faint metallic tang of overstimulation hanging in the air like smoke. Your body feels liquid and heavy, every muscle spent, every inch of skin marked in some way: fingerprints blooming on your hips, faint red lines from Sunghoonās grip on your throat, the slow leak of them all still inside you, warm and obscene between your thighs.
No one moves right away.
Heeseung is the first to shift. He eases out of you carefully, slow, deliberate, hissing softly at the drag. Jay follows, pulling out with the same measured gentleness, both of them watching your face for any flicker of pain. Sunghoonās hand leaves your throat last, fingers trailing down your sternum in a soothing path before he sits back on his heels.
Youāre trembling, small, involuntary shivers that ripple through you like aftershocks. Jay notices first. He reaches over the side of the bed, grabs the soft throw blanket thatās been kicked to the floor sometime in the last hour. Drapes it over your lower half, tucking it around your waist like heās wrapping something fragile.
āEasy,ā he murmurs. Voice low, rough from use. āWeāve got you.ā
Heeseung slides off the bed, still naked, still glistening, and disappears into the en-suite bathroom. Water runs. A minute later he returns with two warm, damp cloths. One for your face, one for between your legs.
He kneels beside you. Presses the cloth to your cheek first, gentle swipes over tear tracks, then your swollen lips. You lean into it without thinking. Heeseungās free hand cups the back of your head, thumb stroking the base of your skull in slow circles.
Sunghoon moves to your other side. Takes the second cloth from Heeseung when heās done with your face. Parts your thighs carefully, murmurs a soft āshhā when you flinch at the cool air, and cleans you with careful strokes. Between your folds, down your thighs, over the sticky mess on your stomach and chest. Heās thorough. Patient. Every pass of the cloth feels like an apology he doesnāt know how to say out loud.
Jake is still hovering near the door, shirtless now, sweats low on his hips, looking like heās not sure heās allowed to come closer. Heeseung glances at him once. Sharp. Then softer.
āWater,ā Heeseung says. Not an order. Just a word. Jake nods, quick, grateful, and bolts. Heeseung turns back to you.
āCan you sit up a little?ā You nod, weak, but willing. Jay helps, arm around your shoulders, easing you against the headboard. Pillows get rearranged behind your back until youāre propped comfortably. The blanket stays tucked around your waist; someone (Sunghoon) pulls the sheet up to cover your chest without smothering you.
Jake returns with a tall glass of water and, somehow, a small tray he must have grabbed from the kitchen. On it: a bowl of cut fruit (strawberries, mango, grapes, someoneās idea of ārecovery foodā), a few pieces of the chocolate they keep stashed in the fridge, a packet of electrolyte powder already stirred into a second glass.
He sets it on the nightstand. Doesnāt try to climb on the bed yet. Just stands there, hands in his pockets, looking at you like you might vanish if he blinks.
Jay picks up a strawberry first. Holds it to your lips.
āOpen.ā
You do. The fruit is cold, sweet, bursting on your tongue. Jay feeds you slowly, another strawberry, then a piece of mango. His fingers brush your bottom lip each time, wiping away juice with his thumb.
Sunghoon takes over with the chocolate. Breaks off a small square, places it on your tongue. Watches you melt it slowly, eyes dark but soft.
āYou did so good,ā he says quietly. Almost to himself. āTook everything we gave you.ā
Heeseung handles the water, holds the glass to your lips, tips it carefully so you can sip without spilling. When youāve had enough, he sets it aside and wipes your mouth with the edge of the sheet.
Jake finally moves closer, slow, like heās approaching something skittish. He perches on the very edge of the mattress.
āIām sorry,ā he says. Voice small. āFor earlier. For not waiting. Forāā Heeseung cuts him off with a look. Not angry. Tired.
āLater,ā Heeseung says. āShe needs rest now.ā Jake nods. Swallows hard. Jay reaches over, squeezes Jakeās shoulder once, firm, forgiving, then turns back to you.
āMore?ā he asks, nodding at the tray.
You shake your head. Full. Heavy-lidded. The ache between your legs has dulled to a low, satisfied throb; your limbs feel like warm honey.
Sunghoon takes the tray away. Sets it on the dresser.
Heeseung pulls the covers up higher, tucking them around your shoulders, smoothing the fabric over your chest. Jay adjusts the pillows again so youāre lying flat but elevated just enough. They surround you, four bodies, four sources of warmth, without crowding.
Heeseung lies on your left. Arm draped loosely over your waist. Not possessive. Protective. Jay on your right. Hand resting on your hip under the blanket. Thumb stroking idle arcs. Sunghoon stretches out at the foot of the bed, long legs hanging off the edge, head pillowed on your thigh like itās the most natural place in the world.
Jake curls up against your legs, face tucked into the crook of your knee, one arm thrown over your shins like heās anchoring himself there. No one speaks for a long minute. Just breathing. Slow. In sync.
Heeseungās fingers find yours under the blanket. Laces them together. Squeezes once. āSleep,ā he murmurs against your temple. āWeāre not going anywhere.ā
Jay presses a kiss to your shoulder, soft, lingering. Sunghoonās hand strokes down your calf, slow, soothing.
Jake mumbles something sleepy against your skin, too quiet to catch, but it feels like āthank you.ā Your eyes flutter closed. The room smells like them, all of them, mixed with clean sheets and the faint sweetness of fruit. Just warm bodies. Gentle hands. Quiet promises. And the steady rhythm of four heartbeats lulling you under.
The idea starts innocently enough.
Itās been three days since the jealousy the three had that they claimed was just āheat of the momentā but you knew better, and the apartment has settled into something dangerously close to domestic. Mornings are soft now, coffee passed hand-to-hand, lazy kisses traded over toast, rules quietly ignored unless someoneās feeling particularly mean. The fridge note is still taped up, but no oneās enforced them. Itās almostā¦ normal.
Almost. Jay is the one who brings it up first. Youāre sprawled across his lap on the sectional Sunday afternoon, legs tangled with Sunghoonās, Jakeās head pillowed on your stomach while Heeseung scrolls through takeout apps from the armchair. Jayās fingers are tracing idle patterns on your bare thigh, higher than friendly,lower than any action, when he says it.
āI want to take you out.ā
The room stills. You lift your head from Jakeās hair. āLikeā¦ a date?ā Jayās mouth quirks. āYeah. A date. Just you and me. Dinner. Somewhere nice. No roommates crashing.ā
Sunghoon snorts without looking up from his phone. āGood luck with that.ā
Heeseung glances over the top of his screen. āYouāre asking permission?ā
Jay shrugs. āIām telling you. Friday night. Sheās mine for the evening.ā
Jake sits up slowly, blinking sleep from his eyes. āWaitāsolo? Like, no sharing?ā
Jayās hand tightens on your thigh. āNo sharing. One night. My rules.ā
You feel the shift immediately, the air thickening with something possessive and unspoken. Heeseungās jaw ticks once. Sunghoon finally looks up, eyes narrowing. Jake just pouts. But no one argues. Friday comes fast.
Jay picks the restaurant himself, small, upscale Italian place downtown. Dim lighting, velvet booths, candles that cost more than your old rent. He texts you the address at 6:45 p.m. sharp.
Jay: Wear something pretty baby ;) preferably no panties sweetheart
You roll your eyes at the winky face and the last obligation, but you obey anyway.
The dress is black, silk, short enough to make you nervous when you sit. Heels that click satisfyingly on the pavement. Hair down, lips red. When Jay arrives to pick you up, he stops dead in the doorway.
āFuck,ā he breathes. Steps close. Cups your face with both hands and kisses you slow, deep, claiming, tasting like mint and want. āYouāre killing me.ā
The drive is quiet. His hand rests high on your thigh the whole way, thumb stroking the inside seam, never quite reaching where youāre already wet. He doesnāt speak. Just smiles every time you squirm.
The restaurant is perfect.
A corner booth. Wine list thicker than a novel. Jay orders for both of you, pasta, seared scallops, tiramisu for later. His knee presses against yours under the table. His fingers brush yours when he passes the bread. It feelsā¦ romantic. Normal. Like youāre a real couple on a real date.
Youāre laughing at some stupid story heās telling about Sunghoon trying to cook once when the first text comes through.
You snort. Show Jay. He rolls his eyes. āIgnore them.ā
Another buzz.
Sunghoon: timestamped selfie, him shirtless in the kitchen, knife in hand, looking boredĀ Ā
Sunghoon: hurry up. foodās getting cold here
Jay exhales through his nose. āTheyāre children.ā Heeseungās text is last.
Heeseung: Enjoy your date. Weāll behave.Ā Ā
Heeseung: ā¦mostly.
Your not sure what that means, youāre not sure if you want to find out. You laugh, soft, nervous, and slip your phone face-down. Jay reaches across the table. Takes your hand. Laces your fingers. āI meant it,ā he says quietly. āTonightās just us. No crashing. No rules. Just you and me.ā
You believe him. For about seven more minutes. The scallops arrive. Perfectly seared. Youāre mid-bite when the restaurant door opens. And four familiar silhouettes step inside. Jake first, grinning like he invented mischief. Sunghoon behind him, hands in pockets, expression unreadable. Heeseung last, calm, collected, scanning the room until his eyes land on you.
Jayās fork pauses halfway to his mouth.
āMotherfuckers,ā he mutters.
They donāt hesitate. Jake slides into the booth beside you first, arm slung casually over the backrest, fingers immediately finding the nape of your neck. āHey, princess. Fancy seeing you here.ā
Sunghoon takes the seat next to Jay, long legs stretching out, forcing Jay to shift. āNice place. Bit pretentious, though.ā
Heeseung pulls up a chair from a nearby table, unapologetic, sits at the end like he owns the booth. āWe were in the neighborhood.ā
Jayās jaw is so tight youāre worried itāll crack.
āYou said you would behave.ā
Heeseung shrugs. āWe are. Weāre not fucking her on the table. Yet.ā
Your face burns. Jake laughs, bright, delighted, leans in and kisses your cheek. Loud. Wet. āYou look so pretty. Red lipstickās a nice touch.ā
Sunghoon reaches across Jay to steal a scallop off your plate. āHeās right. You do look fuckable.ā Jay slams his fork down.
āThatās enough.ā The table goes quiet.
Jayās voice is low. Dangerous. āI said one night. Just me and her. You had your turns. Back off.ā
Heeseung leans forward. Elbows on the table. āWeāre not here to take her. Weāre here to watch you try to have her all to yourself.ā His gaze flicks to you, dark, heated. āAnd see how long it takes before sheās begging for the rest of us.ā
Jakeās fingers tighten on your neck. āCāmon, hyung. Donāt be dramatic. We can share the appetizer.ā
Sunghoon smirks. āOr the main course.ā
Youāre throbbing under the table. The silk dress feels too tight. The wine too warm in your veins. Jay looks at you, really looks. āAre you okay with this?ā
You swallow. Meet his eyes. Then glance at the others. Then back to him. āIām okay,ā you whisper. āButā¦ maybe we skip dessert here.ā
Jay exhales, half-laugh, half-snarl. āBathroom,ā he says. āNow.ā He stands. Pulls you up with him. The others donāt move. They just exchange knowing glances. Jake just grins. āWeāll keep watch.ā
Jay drags you through the restaurant, hand firm on your lower back, past the bar, down the narrow hallway, into the single-stall bathroom at the end.
He locks the door. Spins you around. Pushes you forward until your palms slap the sink. The mirror is huge. You watch your own reflection, lips parted, chest heaving, dress already rucked up to your hips.
Jayās behind you, fly open, cock hard and leaking. He doesnāt speak. Just yanks your dress higher, notches himself at your entrance, and thrusts in, hard. Deep. One brutal stroke that makes you cry out.
āQuiet,ā he growls against your ear. Hand clamps over your mouth. āThey can hear.ā He fucks you like heās proving a point. Fast. Rough. Hips snapping. The sink rattles. Your tits bounce with every thrust. His other hand fists your hair, yanks your head back so youāre watching yourself in the mirror.
āLook at you,ā he pants. āTaking it so good. Even when they crash. Even when I try to keep you to myself.ā
You moan into his palm, muffled, desperate.
He reaches around. Finds your clit. Pinches. Rolls. Hard.
āCome,ā he orders. āCome on my cock before they barge in.ā
You do, fast, violent, clenching around him so hard he swears. He follows seconds later, burying deep, spilling hot inside you with a choked groan.
He doesnāt pull out right away. Just holds you there, chest to your back,breathing ragged. Then he kisses your shoulder. Soft. Apologetic. āSorry,ā he murmurs. āCouldnāt help it.ā You laugh, shaky, wrecked.
He pulls out slowly. Fixes your dress. Wipes between your thighs with paper towels from the dispenser. When you open the door, Jakeās leaning against the opposite wall. Arms crossed. Smirking. āTook you long enough.ā
Jay glares. Jake pushes off the wall. Steps close. Kisses you, quick, filthy, tasting Jay on your tongue. āMy turn to watch the door,ā he says. āGo wait in the car. Round twoās on us.ā
Jay takes your hand. Leads you out, past the hostess who definitely knows what just happened, into the cool night air.
The car is parked in the back lot, tinted windows, engine already running. Sunghoonās in the driverās seat. Heeseung in the passenger. Both turn when you climb in the back. Sunghoonās eyes drop to the wet spot on your dress. Smiles, slow, predatory.
āMissed the show?ā Heeseung reaches back. Pulls you onto his lap. āPlenty of time for round two,ā he murmurs against your neck. Jay slides in beside you. Jake climbs in last, locks the doors. The engine starts. And the night? The night is far from over.
The black SUV idles in the shadowed back lot behind the restaurant, engine a low, steady rumble beneath the distant pulse of music leaking from the outdoor speakers. Tinted windows seal the interior into a private world, leather seats already radiating warmth, the air heavy with Jayās cologne, the sharp bite of expensive whiskey on their breath, and the unmistakable, intimate musk of sex that still clings to your skin.
Youāre straddling Heeseung in the center of the back seat, silk dress shoved up around your waist, thighs spread wide over his hips. His dark jeans are damp where your leaking cunt has pressed against him. Heeseung doesnāt flinch. His hands are beneath the fabric, broad palms cupping your bare ass, fingers spreading you open with deliberate care, holding you exposed and vulnerable in the dim glow filtering through the windows.
Jay sits to your left, shirt untucked, collarbones still flushed, lips swollen and red from the way heād fucked you against the marble sink in the bathroom minutes earlier. Sunghoon occupies the right side, long legs stretched out, one hand already working the thick outline of his cock through tailored slacks, eyes fixed on the sight between your thighs. Jake has twisted around in the front passenger seat, forearm braced on the headrest, gaze dark and unblinking.
For several long seconds, no one speaks.
Only the rhythm of heavy breathing, the soft creak of leather as bodies shift, the faint metallic tick of the cooling engine. Then Heeseungās voice, low, gravel-rough, breaks the silence against the shell of your ear.
āYouāre still dripping him,ā he murmurs, one hand sliding from your ass to slip between your legs from behind. Two fingers push into the slick, swollen heat of your cunt, gathering Jayās release and pressing it back inside with slow, unhurried strokes. The wet sound is obscene in the confined space. āCan feel it leaking out. Canāt let that go to waste.ā
Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, inner walls fluttering, a soft, helpless whimper slipping past your lips as your hips twitch forward. Jayās hand joins Heeseungās without hesitation. Four fingers now, stretching you wider, scooping the thick cum deeper, curling against the front wall until your breath hitches sharply.
āHeās right,ā Jay says, voice quiet but edged with something darker, more possessive. āWe should keep you full. All night. Every time one of us finishes, the next one pushes it right back in.ā
Sunghoon leans in closer, breath ghosting hot along the side of your neck. His voice is velvet and steel. āFull until it takes. Until youāre so thoroughly bred thereās no question who put it there.ā
The words hit like a physical blow, low in your belly, sharp and electric. Your cunt clenches hard around their fingers, a fresh gush of slick coating their knuckles.
Jakeās eyes widen in the front seat. āFuckādid you justāā
āI said,ā Sunghoon repeats, slower, darker, each syllable deliberate, āfull until it takes. Until this perfect little cunt is swollen and leaking and carrying exactly what we give it.ā
Heeseungās free hand slides up to cradle the front of your throat, not squeezing, simply holding, thumb resting over your racing pulse. āYou like that thought, donāt you?ā he asks softly, lips brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear. āAll four of us pumping you full, one right after the other. No pulling out. No wasting a single drop. Just letting it stay deep until your body has no choice but to keep it.ā
You nod, frantic, tears already gathering at the corners of your eyes because the fantasy is suddenly too vivid, too real, too close to everything your body has been silently begging for.
Jayās fingers crook harder, pressing ruthlessly against that spot that makes your vision blur. āUse your words.āĀ
āI want it,ā you gasp, voice cracking. āWant you to, to breed me. Fill me until I canāt take any more. Until itās all inside me. Pleaseāā
A chorus of low, guttural groans fills the car. Heeseung lifts you just high enough to shove his jeans and briefs down his thighs. His cock springs free, thick, flushed dark, already leaking at the tip. He doesnāt tease. He simply guides you down onto him in one long, controlled descent, stretching you open around his length until your ass meets his hips and heās buried to the hilt.
You cry out, head falling back against his shoulder, nails digging into his forearms.
āThatās it,ā he hisses through clenched teeth. āTake every inch. Take every fucking drop Iām about to give you.ā He begins to move, deep, rolling thrusts that grind the head of his cock against your cervix with punishing precision. Jayās hand stays between your legs, fingers circling your clit in tight, relentless loops while Heeseung fucks up into you with measured force.
Sunghoon has already freed himself completely, long, elegant fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly, eyes never leaving the place where Heeseung disappears inside you over and over. āMy turn comes next,ā he says, voice low and certain. āIām going to add to it. Make sure nothing escapes.ā
Jakeās hand is inside his own pants now, stroking himself in perfect time with Heeseungās rhythm, breath coming in short, ragged pants. āLook at her,ā he mutters, almost reverent. āSo fucking desperate to be filled. Greedy little thing.ā
Heeseungās pace builds, hips snapping up harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the car. āIām going to come inside you,ā he warns, voice strained. āGoing to flood this tight cunt until itās overflowing. You ready for it?ā
āYesāpleaseāHeeseungāā
He buries himself as deep as possible and comes with a long, broken groan, hot, thick pulses painting your walls, filling you so completely you feel the pressure build behind your navel. Even as you clench down hard, trying to keep it all in, the excess begins to leak out around his base, coating his balls and dripping onto the leather.
He doesnāt pull out. He simply holds you there, still hard, still buried deep, while Jay shifts.
Jay moves to kneel on the seat beside you, one knee braced against the cushion. He nudges Heeseungās softening length aside just enough to press his own cock against your already-stretched entrance. The stretch is immediate, two thick cocks forcing their way inside the same slick channel, rubbing against each other through the thin barrier of your walls. You scream, muffled against Heeseungās shoulder, body shaking violently.
Jay fucks into you with short, brutal thrusts, the friction almost unbearable. āThis pussy is going to take all of us tonight,ā he growls, voice rough with possession. āGoing to be so full of cum youāll feel it moving inside you every time you breathe.ā
Sunghoon reaches over, fingers finding your clit again, pinching, rolling, tugging, pushing you higher and higher while Jay pounds relentlessly.
The orgasm crashes through you without warning, sharp, blinding, walls spasming so violently around both cocks that Jay swears under his breath. His hips stutter, then slam forward one last time as he comes, hot spurts mixing with Heeseungās release until youāre overflowing, thick rivulets running down your thighs and soaking the seat beneath you.
Sunghoon doesnāt give you time to recover.
He yanks you off both of them, strong hands manhandling you onto all fours across the wide back seat, ass presented high, face pressed into Heeseungās lap. He lines up and drives in with one punishing thrust, burying himself to the hilt in a single motion that forces the air from your lungs.
āThis cunt is getting bred tonight,ā he snarls, voice low and dangerous. āIām going to pump you so full youāll be leaking for days. Every step you take tomorrow, youāll feel us still inside you.ā
He fucks like itās a claiming, like he needs to imprint himself deeper than the others. One hand fists your hair, yanking your head back until your spine arches sharply. The car rocks with the force of his thrusts.
Jake climbs over the center console into the back, kneeling in front of your face. He guides his cock to your lips. You open for him immediately, taking him deep, sucking with sloppy, desperate hunger while Sunghoon rails you from behind.
Sunghoon comes with a guttural sound, hips locked flush against your ass, flooding you with another hot load until it spills out around his base and runs in sticky trails down your inner thighs.
Jake pulls free from your mouth, strokes himself twice, and spills across your lower back in thick, warm ropes, marking your skin. They rotate again, Heeseung sliding back in, then Jay, then Sunghoon, each one adding more, fucking it deeper, pushing it against your cervix with every thrust until youāre trembling, sobbing, body overwhelmed and exquisitely full.
When the final round ends, Sunghoon pulling out with a wet, filthy sound, a fresh gush of cum following, your legs give out completely. You collapse forward onto Heeseungās chest, shaking, panting, utterly spent.
Jay reaches into the center console and withdraws a small black velvet pouch. Inside are three plugs, smooth black silicone, flared bases, graduated sizes. Heeseung selects the largest, coats it generously in the creamy mess still leaking from you, then presses the blunt tip against your swollen entrance.
āGonna keep every drop where it belongs,ā he murmurs, voice soft now, almost reverent. He works the plug in slowly, watching your face the entire time, until it pops past the rim and settles deep, the weight immediate and grounding.
Jay takes the smaller one, slicks it with the same care, and presses it gently but firmly into your ass. The dual fullness is overwhelming, possessive, complete.
Sunghoon cleans between your thighs with a packet of wipes from the glovebox, slow, careful strokes that feel almost tender after everything. Then he helps you sit up, smoothing your dress back down over your hips, fingers combing gently through your tangled hair. The car falls quiet again. They surround you, Heeseungās arms wrapped securely around your waist, Jayās hand resting warm and steady on your thigh, Sunghoonās fingers tracing idle patterns along your arm, Jake leaning over the seat to press close from the front. After a long stretch of silence, Jake speaks, voice quieter than youāve ever heard it. āWe donāt want anyone else,ā he says simply. āNot ever. Not like this.ā
Jay nods once. āYouāre not just something we fuck. Youāre ours. Completely. For everything.ā
Sunghoonās fingertips brush the line of your jaw, tilting your face toward him. āWe thought we could keep it light. Keep some distance. Pretend it didnāt matter.ā He exhales, the sound almost pained. āWe were wrong.ā
Heeseungās hold tightens, lips brushing your temple. āNo one else touches you. No one else fills you. No one else gets to love you the way we do.ā The word, love,lands soft and heavy, undeniable. You turn your face into the warm curve of Heeseungās neck, feel the first tear slip free, not from pain, not from overwhelm, but from the sudden, terrifying certainty that this is exactly where you want to be.
āI donāt want anyone else either,ā you whisper against his skin. They exhale as one, like theyāve been waiting weeks to hear it. Jake leans farther over the seat, presses a gentle kiss to your temple. āGood.ā Jay draws you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin.
Sunghoon drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders, still warm from his body, carrying his scent. Heeseung climbs over the console, settling in the driverās seat, he glances up at you through the rear view mirror, starts the engine, and pulls out of the lot with careful precision. The drive home is quiet. The plugs shift inside you with every turn, constant, heavy reminders. Their hands stay on you, gentle now, grounding.
When you reach the apartment they carry you inside, Heeseungās arms strong and sure, straight to the largest bed. They undress you slowly, silk peeled away, heels slipped off, every movement careful and deliberate. They clean you again, warm washcloths, soft touches that linger.
Then they slide into bed around you, skin on skin, bodies fitting together like they were made for it. Heeseung at your front, chest pressed to yours, one leg thrown possessively over your hip. Jay at your back, arm wrapped securely around your waist, lips brushing your shoulder. Sunghoon curled lower, head resting on your thigh, long fingers tracing soothing circles. Jake pressed to your side, fingers laced tightly with yours.
No words. Just the slow, even rhythm of their breathing syncing with yours. Until the plugs feel less like possession and more like quiet promise. Until sleep finally claims you, safe, full, irrevocably claimed. Your dreams arenāt about running. Theyāre about staying.
when your boyfriendās basketball team wins their championship game, of course theyāre expecting a grand celebration for itāa big, shiny prize. that prize comes in the shape of you, and you letting them do absolutely whatever they want to you. but, this isnāt the first time youāve been the prize, and it wonāt be the last either.
( š· )ćĀ Ā wrote this because i went into a lust-filled craze after i saw this video of the boys after their korea uni performanceā¦ itās so filthy iām sorry LMAOO (ć¤ Ļ ā¦ļ¼) the warnings are so long godā¦ i didnāt mean for it to be this long but yknow!! hehe enjoyyy!!~~ ā”ā”
You flew to your feet as the stadium erupted into cheers, your own screams falling from your lips. You didnāt think as you ran down the stairs, pushing past anyone who was in your way, you just had to make it to the team.
āThat was amazing!ā you yelled as you ran towards Taehyun, who just made the winning shot right at the buzzer. It was forty to forty-three, the home team taking the championship. You jumped into his arms and he spun you around, his hold on you tightening. He was dripping with sweat, but you didnāt care one bit. Taehyun put you back down on your feet and you took a step back to get a good look at him. āThat,ā you started, catching your breath a little, āwas amazing! You got it on the buzzer too!ā
Taehyun smiled at you as he looked over at his cheering teammates who were still on the basketball court. They caught sight of the two of you and he waved them over. āWasnāt it?ā Taehyun asked rhetorically. āI wasnāt even expecting itāI wasn't even thinking when I shot from halfway across the court, but it went in anyway!ā
You pulled his attention back down to where you stood next to him so you could kiss him. Taehyun smiled into the kiss, rocking you back and forth for a moment before the two of you parted just in time to be engulfed by the rest of the team.
Sweaty limbs were all over you and the air around you was filled with laughter. It was such an electrifying moment, that you couldnāt help but feel like you were part of the team. Taehyun liked to call you his āgood luck charm.ā He claimed that whenever you were at one of their basketball games, which most of them, that they always won. Youād like think that it was just their pure talent, but you bathed in how the team hoisted you up onto their shoulders and chanted, āGood luck charm! Good luck charm!ā Some even went as far to tell the opposing team to suck it.
You were laughing so hard that your stomach was hurting, but the night was far from over. The celebrations have only begun.
Taehyun pulled you to where him and his close friends on the team stood and away from the rest of the team who were now making their way to the locker room. Yeonjun pulled you into his sweaty side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. āSo, are you gonna reward us for winning the championship?ā Yeonjun asked with a flirty tone, looking down at your frame.
Taehyun made a face as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest. āWhat the fuck, man? Sheās my girlfriend!ā Taehyun said, disgusted. Yeonjun just laughed at him, the other four boys joining in. The smile grew on your face and you buried it into Taehyunās chest.
āThat didnāt seem to be a problem last game,ā Beomgyu replied. Taehyunās disgusted attitude dropped and he harshly nudged Beomgyu away. He fought the smirk on his face as he pushed away the boys and kept you at his side.
Yeonjun yanked you into his chest, his hands traveling down to cup your ass. āCome on,ā he dragged out, āIt was so much fun last time, wasnāt it?ā Yeonjun leaned down and whispered the latter half of his sentence in your ear as his hands traveled back up your body. āYou canāt even deny it, we were all there. We could start right nowāright in the locker room.ā
Beomgyu pulled you away from him, throwing a dirty look over his shoulder. āAt least treat her like a lady, Yeonjun!ā He hissed at him.
āShe wasnāt asking to be treated like a lady when we were all inside of her,ā Yeonjun threw back. The group laughed and heat rose to your face as you thought about what happened between the six of you at their last game. Flashes of a hotel room crossed your mind and you could almost feel the stickiness and the sweat all over your skin. You crossed your legs at it, laying your head on Beomgyuās shoulder to try and focus on the conversation that they were having.
āYou two are quiet, what are you thinking about, huh? Thinking about how youāll try to last longer than five minutes this time?ā Beomgyu asked Soobin and Kai, the vibration of his voice travelling down your side. The boys laughed and Soobin and Kai grew red. āOr maybe theyāre thinking about different positions to put her in when itās their turnā¦ā Beomgyu trailed mockingly, and Kai laughed.
It was a little embarrassing how they were talking about all of this so out in the open, like they werent even aware that there were others still around them. Fans of both teams were passing you by, staring with wide, lustful eyes at the teammates and they didnāt even give them a single look. They were completely tuned in to the conversation they were having about putting you into different positions and splitting you completely open like it was just another day, like they were talking about the weather.
They didnāt even mind that they were talking about you in front of you either. āYeah,ā Kai started a bit awkwardly, āMaybe this time Iāll just have her suck me off. Maybe deepthroat her?ā Soobin then hurriedly chimed in, āDude, youāll be missing out! Her pussy is heavenly, Iāve never felt anything like it before.ā While they talked, Beomgyuās hands trailed lower and lower until his thumb was playing with the hem of the skirt you wore. Occasionally he dipped it under and rubbed his thumb along the smooth skin there.
āAll that I know,ā Taehyun spoke over the others, his voice a bit louder than before and catching the attention of a group that walked past you all, āis that sheās my girlfriend, so I get to finish her off completely.ā You cringed a little at how the passing groupās eyebrows raised at the innuendo.
Yeonjun snorted at Taehyunās words, āNot that thereāll be much left when weāre done with her.ā
Taehyun glared at him. āFine, then weāll go oldest to youngest.ā The group groaned, but Yeonjun smirked at you, his eyes trailing you up and down and stopping at Beomgyuās thumb at the hem of your skirt. His nose twitched a bit before he looked away.
āHow is that any fair?ā Kai asked. Soobin quickly cut in, āYou said that you just wanted to deepthroat her! You donāt need her to be not fucked out for that, Kai.ā
Kai rolled his eyes at him, muttering under his breath. āLetās go then,ā Yeonjun spoke, walking up to you and pulling you from Beomgyuās grasp. āIām gonna make sure you donāt even realize that the others are there once Iām done with you. I hope you like me being rough.ā He looked back at you for a moment, his eyes trailing over your hand in his as you followed him like a waiting puppy. āWhat am I even saying? Of course you do. Letās hope your boyfriend doesnāt get too jealous.ā
The six of you walked back to the locker room, chuckles and muttered words leaving your lips at each twist and turn of the way there. The closer you got to it, the more your heart raced. For some reason, this time made you more nervous.
When they jokingly purposed the idea last timeāwhich was mainly Yeonjunās doingāit was all excited nerves and fiery skin. The thought of them all taking turns being inside you thrilled you, especially since you found them all attractive. That time was them just testing the waters, seeing how far you would let them push your buttons until you pushed them away. After all, you were still Taehyunās girlfriend. This time, however, all bets were on the table, all opportunities. And this wasnāt just any regular wināthis was the championship win. The big, golden shiny medal. And you were the celebration, the prize.
To say you were excited and nervous was an understatement, and the boys werenāt shy on voicing exactly what they wanted to do to you either.
Yeonjun pushed the locker room door open and that zealous feeling overwhelmed you. Thankfully, the rest of their teammates have already filed out, most likely doing interviews somewhere in the building. The room was completely emptyānot that you would have cared if you had a broader audience at this pointāand Yeonjun looked back at where you stood in the doorway and smirked. āLooks like I got you all to myself.ā
āWeāre all still here, dipshit,ā Taehyun scoffed, taking your hand and leading you further into the room. He walked you to the bench near the lockers and motioned for you to sit. āTake your clothes off,ā he then said, his voice soft, as he looked up at his teammates getting their stuff together around the room. You did as he said, shaky fingers excitedly tugging at the hem of your shirt. Taehyun pulled at the collar of his jersey behind his neck before taking it off all in one motion. He tossed it down onto the bench next to you before moving to grab his things from his locker.
You were wiggling the skirt you were wearing down your legs when Kai appeared in front of you. He trapped you against him with his arms at the sides of your body with a teasing smile. Kai was shirtless too, and you looked down at the way his abs tightened with his laugh. He leaned in closer to you, and in a low voice he said, āYouāre eager.ā
āWhat girl wouldnāt be?ā you responded, your lips brushing up against his with each word you spoke. Kai chuckled again, shaking his head a little, before he pressed his lips to yours. You leaned more into the kiss and your tits pressed up against his chest. Your arm wrapped around his torso to pull him closer as your lips parted to give him more access to your mouth.
Kai graciously accepted your invitation, groaning into your mouth like its been ages since heās kissed anyone. His hand moved to the top of your thigh and your back practically arched at the electrifying touch, at the hint of what was to come. āPlease,ā you muttered into his mouth, the sound coming out muffled, but Kai heard you anyway as his hand trailed to your inner thigh.
It was like the two of you were the only ones in the room. You didnāt care one bit that you were suppose to be with Yeonjun right now instead of Kai. The rules flew completely out of the window as soon as Kaiās lips were on yours. All you wanted to do was show him just how well you could use your mouth, and you were sure that Kai was wondering about the thought as well. The only person you sucked off besides your boyfriend was Beomgyu, and he made sure to show the rest of the group how deep your throat could take his big cock. āWow, Taehyunā¦ you really trained her to take dick well! I wasnāt expecting this,ā Beomgyu remarked as the sound of you gagging and the other boysā moans filled the hotel room as they got themselves off at the sight of it.
You remembered looking at Kai then, tears streaming down your hot face and saliva dripping down your chin. It mustāve stuck with him this whole time.
Before you and Kai could go any further, he was ripped away from you with a short gasp. Yeonjun had a tight grasp in Kaiās damp ashy blonde hair and his eyes held a fury unlike anything youāve seen from him before. He was completely naked, save for a towel haphazardly thrown over his shoulder, and you greedily took him in despite him not sparing you a single glance. His focus was completely on Kai.
āDo I have to teach you a lesson on waiting your turn?ā Yeonjun hissed in Kaiās ear, his grip tightening. Kai winced, but shook his head at the question, breathing out a quick āNo!ā Yeonjun pushed him to the side and away from where you still sat on the bench, half naked and panting with desire as you watched the scene unfold. Your cheeks were burning, but not because you were embarrassed at being caught. You wanted Yeonjun to turn his attention onto you next, to scold you too.
You quickly looked around the room. The rest of the boys were in various stages of being naked too, their items scattered as they put stuff away and got ready for their celebration. Taehyun caught your attention from across the room. His boxers were hanging low on his hips and his sweaty hair was pushed back off of his forehead to dry out of his eyes. He just shook his head at you, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Taehyun already knew what you were trying to do, it came as no shock to him. You smirked and hid it by biting your lips as you looked back to Yeonjun.
Yeonjun looked over his shoulder at your boyfriend, āI knew your girl was a slut, but I didnāt know it was to this extent. Canāt even get my hands on her before sheās flying to someone else.ā Finally, Yeonjun turned to look at you, and you inhaled sharply.
His brows were drawn together and his face was twisted into one of almost disgust along with the underlying anger from catching Kai with you before him. Yeonjunās lips were pulled back in a mocking smile that showed his teeth. It was almost embarrassing how hard you were breathing, how your chest rose and fell vigorously with how excited you were. You locked eyes with him, licking your lips as you wiggled to push down your soaked panties and let your skirt fall to the tile with it, and bared yourself to him completely.
Yeonjun just turned and walked away from you.
Your mouth fell open, and you hunched into yourself a bit. āWhere are you going?!ā Taehyun asked Yeonjun as he passed by him, annoyed on your behalf. Yeonjunās answer was short in response, āTo shower.ā
Taehyun looked back at you for a moment and you stared at him with wide eyes. āWhat about her? Itās your turn!ā Yeonjun walked back to where the showers were and threw his towel over the side of the wall. His other shower supplies were already sitting there. āTell her to come on,ā Yeonjun simply said and turned the water on.
Your gaze returned to Taehyun, hesitancy radiating off of you. He tilted his head back to where Yeonjun was showering and returned back to getting his stuff together. You sat on the bench for a moment before you stood on shaky legs.
The walk back to the showers seemed endless and the sound of the water only grew. You peeked around the wall to the shower Yeonjun was at to see his back was turned to you as the stream of water poured over him. āYeonjun?ā you called in a soft voice, stepping into the open shower. Your feet were met with warm water as you stepped closer.
Yeonjun turned at the sound of your voice, his eyes half closed so the water didnt drip into them. He ran his hands through his wet hair to get a better look at you and you lingered a couple feet from him. āWhy are you acting so shy now? Come here,ā he says while stepping out of the water a bit.
You donāt know why you were so shy either. Maybe it was the way Yeonjun turned from you like he didnāt want to fuck you, despite it all being his idea. Maybe it was because he was the only one who didnāt voice exactly what he wanted to do to you besides asking if you liked him being rough. The showers werenāt what you were imagining when he said ārough,ā and you struggled to picture how youād even manouver in here.
When you were right in front of him, Yeonjun didnāt hesitate to bring you closer. He hugged your naked body tight to his and roughly kissed you like he had a problem.
Yeonjun drowned out your gasp by sticking his tongue inside your mouth instead at the golden opportunity. His hand was on the back of your neck so you couldnāt move from his hold, his fingers tangled in the strands of your hair as your lips moved as one. You couldnāt help but moan, and that seemed to egg Yeonjun on even further as he pushed you up against the wall and away from the water completely.
He pulled away from you, just mere inches so your face was fully in his view. āNever do that again,ā he said lowly. That same anger from earlier lingered deep within it, but you decided to act clueless to it anyway. You look up at him with big eyes, glancing at how his lips were wet with your shared saliva and how it still connected the two of you. āDo what again?ā you asked innocently.
Yeonjunās eyes narrowed at you, not as amused as Taehyun would be if it was the two of you in this situation. āDonāt play dumb with me,ā Yeonjun said in response. āYouāll only piss me off more. You know what Iām talking about.ā
You just smiled at him, your hands running up his abs and towards his chest. āWhat if I like pissing you off, hm?ā You leaned in closer so your lips were just against his. āWhat if I think itās hot?ā
Yeonjunās hand at the back of your neck pulled at your hair just before your lips could fully connect. His gaze was dark, but the corners of his plush lips were raised ever so slightly at your confession. āI donāt like sharing,ā Yeonjun spoke, his voice still low. āEspecially not with them.ā
Your smile grew and you had to resist the urge to laugh. āYou donāt have much of a choice, now do you?ā
Yeonjun chuckled, āThatās what you think.ā He parted your legs with his knee. āThey all have to fuck you after I do, not the other way around. By then, youāre already used goods. Not even that boyfriend of yours gets to have you first. Youāre all mine.ā
He settled his knee in between your legs, right against your heat. You bit down on your bottom lip as you tried to hold in your moan and you adjusted the way you stood. Slowly, you began to roll your hips, your gaze never leaving Yeonjunās. You felt his cock twitch against your thigh and you smiled more. āWhat are you waiting for then?ā you asked him. āIām yours.ā
Before you could even fully finish your sentence Yeonjun was kissing you again, rough and sloppy like he just wanted to shut you up. You moved your hips faster, the water from his shower making it easier along with just how aroused you were, as a moan spilled past your lips. Yeonjun swallowed it whole.
His hands moved down to your hips and he moved them against his thigh for you. Yeonjun bit down on your bottom lip and you whined, pulling away from his lips a little.
Your moans were loud, even over the abandoned shower stream. You turned to look behind you at the boys, your gaze scanning them all. Taehyun leaned against the wall that divided the lockers from the showers, completely naked like you all now were, an unreadable expression on his face. His cock was in his hand and he lazily stroked the base of it.
Soobin was the one who seemed the most unraveled so far. His cock was leaking and red and he stroked it with quick movements. Soft pants emitted from his open mouth and every so often he threw his head back when you moaned a particular way. Soobinās hair stuck to his forehead with the effort he was exerting. He could barely stand up on his own two feet against the lockers.
Beomgyu was leaning against a locker a few feet away from him, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He was the only one without his cock in his hands, but it still stood tall anyway. His arms were crossed against his chest and he seemed almost bored. You could tell he was expecting more action like how the last time was instead of Yeonjun hiding you behind a wall. Beomgyu didnāt dare to open his mouth and say anything about it, though.
Kai sat at the bench you were previously at, ears red with his barely controlled lust. He had a tight hold on the tip of his leaking cock as he rubbed it slowly. It looked like he was trying to savor every moment, edge himself on until it was finally his turn and he could cum down your throat instead. When you looked at him, he nearly jerked in his spot and his face grew redder.
It all turned you on even more, made your moans louder and your hips move faster. Yeonjunās lips were on your neck, his teeth nipping at your unmarred skin before anyone else could. He was clearly staking his claim on you for the rest of themāand for everyone else once you were all doneāto see. Yeonjun trailed sloppy kisses back up and over his work, relishing in how your body jerked each time your clit dragged along his thigh and his teeth grazed over the sensitive hickeys he just left. But, he wouldnāt just let you cum that easily, not when you werenāt even looking at himāfocused on him.
Yeonjun pulled his knee out from under you and you wouldāve fallen to the wet tile had his hands not been at your hips. Your gaze flew to his and the look on his face alone couldāve made you cum. His head was slightly tilted and his face was a perfect mask of calmness and composure, but you could see the cracks. Yeonjunās jaw was tense as he worked it and his eyes were darker than ever. He didnāt even bother to move his black hair out of his eyes so you could really see how much you pissed him off.
Instead, Yeonjun dragged you back out to the lockers right in the center of all of the boys and pushed you down to the bench next to where Kai still sat. Kai hesitantly looked at the two of you before standing to his feet and moving to the other side of the wall where Taehyun stood. You ran your hands down your thighs, the skin still slightly wet from Yeonjunās. He threw a leg over the bench next to you and roughly angled you to the side. You understood his intention and got on your hands and knees on the bench.
āLittle slut is dripping,ā Yeonjun says loudly, enough for the rest of the boys to perk up and lean to get a look as he pushes his hand down your back. Thr same hand smacks your ass before heās spreading your pussy open more to get a better look. āNeedy little thing, arenāt you? Youāre so fucking desperate for cock that it has you clenching around nothing,ā Yeonjun continues, rubbing his thumb in your wetness. You wiggle your ass back at him, but he just tsks.
āStop teasing and just fuck me already,ā You murmur through gritted teeth against your arms. You were already annoyed that he stopped you from cumming once, you didnāt need him dragging his teasing out.
Yeonjun just ignored you and ran the tip of his cock between your folds. The sound your pussy made was obscene and you heard Soobin groan in front of you as he rounded the bench to stare at it. You moaned into your arm, not wanting to give Yeonjun the satisfaction anymore, but that only seemed to piss him off more. Without warning, he fully pushed himself inside of you, his thick cock stretching you out so deliciously. You cried out as you were pushed forward from the force. āFuck!ā you gritted out, biting down hard on your lip. It just reminded you of how Yeonjun did the same thing minutes before and you moaned again.
āThatās it, baby, let them all know how good my cock feels.ā Yeonjun didnāt miss a beat.
He didnāt start easy either, didnāt grant you with the slow drag of his cock that increased with each trust. Instead, Yeonjun was all rough edges and a quick pace. He held your hips in place and basically fucked you on his cock himself.
The sound of skin against skin and pleasurable moans bounced around the walls of the locker room. Not just from you and Yeonjun, but from all of you. If you were outside of the locker room right now you wouldāve thought that an orgy was happening inside, not just two people fucking and the rest crowded around to watch.
You didnāt realize there were tears in your eyes until your chin was being grabbed and your head was being lifted. Your blurry vision barely made out Taehyunās face, nor did you fully recognize that he was in front of you. You were too focused on Yeonjunās cock splitting you open and the pathetic mewls and moans that left your mouth. Each thrust of his sent you flying forward before his rough grip brought you right back down on his length. It made you dizzy, and it made your knees weak with each wave of pleasure that hit you when the tip of his cock kissed your sweet spot.
A loud mix between a moan and a gasp was ripped from your throat when you felt Yeonjunās fingers in your hair pulling you back towards his chest, still fucking you. His lips were near your ear and you heard his grunts clear as day. āWhy donāt you tell your boyfriend how much of a cock-hungry bitch you are?ā Yeonjunās voice filled your ear. āHow fucking pathetic you are on someone elseās cock? Go onāā Yeonjun gritted out each word with a perfectly timed thrust āātell him.ā
You shook your head as your nails dug into Yeonjunās thighs, causing him to curse when they broke the skin. He laughed in your ear.
Yeonjunās hand left your hair, and you almost whined at the loss. His grip against the strands hurt, but it hurt so good. It trailed along the side of your neck before sitting at the base of your throat. Yeonjun left it there for a moment, his other hand grabbing your hip so hard that you were sure itāll leave a bruise, as he fucked into you with a laugh.
You could tell he was laughing at the way your heart rate picked up, at how you clenched around him so hard he struggled to fuck you at the same pace. āSuch a dirty little slutā¦ā Yeonjun trailed lowly into your ear, nibbling at your lobe a bit. āYou like this, donāt you? Does it turn you on?ā
Before you could even respond, even think, Yeonjun was wrapping his bicep around your throat and halting the breath from your lungs from the pure shock. He didnāt hold backāhis arm around you was just tight enough to make you a little lightheaded and seeing stars. Your ears rang and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You didnāt even hear how much louder you suddenly got at the action, nor did you hear the orgasmic moans emitting from the other boys that you forgot were in the same room.
āTell your boyfriend how much of a whore you are. Tell him how he could never make you feel like this, how forgettable he is. Tell him how youāre mine.ā Yeonjunās headlock got a fraction tighter with each sentence, teetering you right along the edge before throwing you over completely. Your pussy fluttered wildly around Yeonjunās cock and his harsh thrusts that he refused to soften. You felt like putty in his arms, fully moldable for him, and he knew itāthat was the worst part. āTell him,ā Yeonjun whispered in your ear, and you could hear his wicked smirk.
You completely unraveled, melted right into Yeonjunās arms as your body shook and a moan that only could be heard in a cheap porno moved right through you. Cum spilled from out of you and around Yeonjunās hard cock, but he just used it as a way to slip deeper into you.
āIām a whore,ā you spoke in a cracked voice, barely heard through your breathless pants and shallow moans. Your eyes fluttered closed from the ripples of pleasure as Yeonjun fucked you through your orgasm, his bicep still tight around your throat and his pace fast that sent you further into a haze. āAnd-And everyoneās forgettable and Iām yours. Iām yoursā¦ā
More tears fell down your cheeks as you felt Yeonjunās cock throb inside of you. Your body moved on itās own, getting all that it could from him as you circled your hips. Thatās not what made Yeonjunās head fall into the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering and his grunts turning to almost pained moans, though. You sighed out another breathy moan, your eyes finally fluttering open as Yeonjun came inside of you.
Yeonjunās thrusts finally slowed as he kept fucking you through his own orgasm, pressing wet kisses to the side of your neck and sending shivers down your spine. When he was milked dry, his arm left your throat and you fell forward onto the bench, barely catching yourself in time.
āThat was so fucking hot,ā you heard Beomgyu moan out. Your surroundings clarified in an instant and hit you full force. Your body felt weak, and the feeling only got worse when Yeonjun pulled out of you and your mixed cum dripped down your inner thighs. How were you supposed to go four more rounds if Yeonjunās turn basically took you right out of the game?
You felt your ass being grabbed and being spread apart. Looking behind you on wobbly knees, you found Soobinās nose practically shoved into your messy cunt. A layer of sweat stuck to you, and you suddenly wished that the building had better A/C.
A hand guided your face forward again, and you looked up to see your boyfriend in front of you. Taehyun smashed his lips against yours, not even bothering to disguise how much he wanted you right now. Youād bet he was regretting going from oldest to youngest right now. āOkay, baby?ā he murmured against your lips, barely parting from you to speak. You nodded, too breathless to speak. Fingers gripped your chin and you were being pulled from Taehyunās lips. Soobinās face came into view, and he replaced Taehyunās lips with his own.
Soobinās big hand found your waist, steadying you up on your knees as you gained your strength back. You raised a hand to cup his cheek before running it through his hair to get it out of his face. Giggling as the two of you parted, you took in Soobinās appearanceāhow red and hard his cock is, and how messy it and his stomach were with his own cum.
āYouāre so messy already!ā You laughed at him, the smile lingering on your face. Soobinās smile was just as big, his sneaky hands coming to cup your breasts. āYou are too!ā he responded a bit awkwardly with a laugh. Soobinās turn shouldnāt be long, if his cum splattered all over himself and pink-tinged cheeks was anything to go by.
You bit your lip a little as you looked at him, the corner of your mouth raising. You then adjusted yourself on the bench. Sitting down on the bench, you leaned back onto your hands as you spread your legs to give Soobin a full view of yourself, your eyes never leaving his wide ones. With how he was practically drooling over you, you wouldāve thought that this was his first time seeing a naked womanālet alone the first time touching and being inside one.
It was surely a sight to see, cum messily smeared all over your folds and dripping down the insides of your thighs. The heat radiated off of your body and the thin sheen of sweat made you glisten, the fluorescent light of the locker room casted a spotlight onto you and made you glow. Soobinās eyes hungrily took in every part of you like this was his last meal on death row, and he wasnāt going to waste any of it.
Soobin stepped towards you in a trance. He stepped over the bench so his long legs hugged it and made his way to your waiting body, cock throbbing and already leaking his precum. When he got to you, he grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them to the sides of your body, mesmerized in the way your pussy spread open and your pretty entrance welcomed him in. Soobin grabbed his cock with one hand, giving it a couple rough tugs as he licked his dry lips.
āIām ready for you,ā you whispered, back arching a little despite not even being touched. āPlease, put your cock in me already.ā
Unlike Yeonjun, Soobin took his time with entering you. He let his fat cockhead stretch you out inch by inch, savoring the small whimpers you let out and how warm his cock gradually got from your heat. Soobin groaned, he could cum right then and there from the feeling, but he didnāt want to get teased again for cumming too fast.
Speaking of, Yeonjunās voice cut through the mirage, āWe all know you have five seconds in you, Soobin. Why donāt you hurry this along so the others can have their turn?ā
You glanced over at him, brows knitted together from the feeling of cock getting deeper inside of you and filling you up. Yeonjun was leaning back against a locker behind Soobin, his head tilted to watch his cock enter you. His hand absentmindedly trailed along the marks you left with your nails in his thighs, the wounds angry and bright red. If they hurt, Yeonjun didnāt show it. You held his gaze for a moment before Kai spoke up.
āMaybe heāll last longer this time,ā he said, still in his same spot from Yeonjunās turn. Taehyun was next to respond. āHeās already cum, like, twiceāand he hasnāt even been inside her yet.ā Beomgyu and Yeonjun laughed at that.
It was like Soobin didnāt hear them. He was too focused on the way he was buried so deep inside of you and still your pussy was sucking him in more. Slowly, he began to pull back out, groaning at his cock sliding against your walls. He pulled out until just the tip of him was still inside of you before slowly pushing back in. Soobin did this a few times, his speed gradually increasing until he found a steady rhythm to fuck you at.
The slowness of it all drove you crazy. It was such a change from your previous orgasm that your body needed more. You arched your back desperately for any sort of faster friction, wiggled and whined and moaned Soobinās name so he knew how badly you needed more of him to no avail. Soobin pinned you down beneath him, pants falling from his lips as he hovered above you. āStay still,ā he demanded.
To satiate you, he rubbed a thumb into your clit as he fucked deeply into you slow and steady. His thumb went at a different pace than his hips did, the pad of it rubbing quick circles into your bundle of nerves. It made you jolt, like lightning struck you and you had come alive.
You wrapped your arms around Soobinās neck to bring his lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy, the two of you too caught up in your moans of pleasure and catching your breaths to keep your lips together for too long. You felt the pressure build up in the pit of your stomach as it demanded to be unleashed.
Soobinās pace increased as he started to chase his own release. He threw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as his hold on the back of your thighs tightened, and his hips moved wildly.
You choked back a moan, still entirely too sensitive from your previous orgasm, as you began to tremble. Your chest pushed into Soobinās with the arching of your back. Before you could even get the words out you were cumming around Soobinās cock.
Soobin let out a string of curses as he looked down to where your two bodies metāthe both of you messy and painted white. āFuck, fuck, fuck,ā he cursed as he quickly pulled out of you.
You whined at the sudden loss, pussy clenching around air. Soobin just groaned as he fisted his wet cock above you, the wet sounds almost too much. A small wave of disappointment hit you at not being able to feel him cum inside of you.
With a loud moan, white spurts of Soobinās cum shot from his cock down onto your tits. He kept stroking himself until he was milked dry and you were even more of a mess and cum-covered. He sat back on his knees, his chest rising and falling roughly as he looked down at his work with a tinge of a smile.
He ran the tips of his fingers across your chest, smearing his cum along your perked nippes and down your stomach. His touch continued until he was dipping them between your folds and smiling when you started to squirm. āHer pussy is something else,ā he said, mainly to the other boysāwho were still recovering from their own highsāinstead of you. Soobin pushed his fingers inside of you and watched how more cum spilled out. āItās so addictive that I just want to keep fucking her no matter how spent I am.ā
You grabbed onto the sides of the bench as you raised your hips towards his fingers, a loud whimper passing through your lips when they pushed in deeper. Your head was completely clouded, the only thing that broke through the haze was complete lust.
āItās too bad your turn is over,ā Beomgyuās voice says before his face comes into view. Heās looking over you with a smirk before heās grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. You wobble, and his hands find their way to your hips and gives them a little squeeze.
Beomgyu looks over you, at how youāre a mess of sweat and cum, and tsks while shaking his head a bit, āWhat am I gonna do with you?ā
He almost played the question off as a worried one, like one finding a crying child with a scraped knee or something of the sort, but you knew his words had a different meaning. Beomgyu was wondering what position to put you ināone he hasnāt put you in before.
Beomgyu spun you around so your back is to his chest. His hands glide down your hips before heās nudging your feet apart with one of his own. The boys come around the two of you so theyāre all in front of you, red and eager cocks in their hands at the next portion of the show. Beomgyu wastes no time at prodding at your entrance with the tip of his leaking cock. He rubs it through your creamy folds before pushing himself inside of you with ease because of it. A small whine pushes through your lips and you stumble forward the slightest bit.
āNext time,ā Kai says while licking his lips, āwe should record this.ā
The thought of a next time and the prospect of it being recorded made you clench around Beomgyuās cock. He hummed at it, inhaling sharply as he started to chuckle. āYou like that, donāt you?ā he asks almost mockingly. His hands move to your elbows and brings them tight behind your back.
Beomgyu roughly thrusts into you, using your elbows to bring you back down onto his cock. āI can practically feel you heating up over it,ā he smirks.
He was right, your body was alight with the idea. Your cheeks seared and you had to close your eyes from the slight embarrassment of it all since the boys were all in front of you, smirking and laughing in your face. A string of moans rang from you with each thrust Beomgyu gave to your poor spent cunt, tits bouncing with each stroke.
āEyes open, baby,ā Taehyun said, a tight grip on your chin. You swallowed hard and opened your eyes to look at him, causing a wicked smile to spread across his face. āThatās my good girl, youāre halfway done.ā
Beomgyu wrapped an arm around your elbows, his other hand trailing down your thigh and leaving goosebumps before he lifted it in the air by your knee. You cried out at the sudden new angle and the boys let out various moans as the ducked down to see your pussy get fucked harder.
You were a loud, whimpering and moaning mess. The overstimulation was finally starting to kick in and tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you cried out Beomgyuās name over and over, too dumb on his cock to say anything else. It just urged Beomgyu to go faster and deeper, and you could hear the grin in his voice when he said, āYeah, just like that. Keep crying my name.ā
When your words turned to sputters and your pussy fluttered around Beomgyuās cock, his arm moved from where it was wrapped around your elbows and his hand ran along your breasts and up your throat to grab your chin in a vice grip. Beomgyu pulled your mouth open before sliding two fingers down your tongue slowly. Graciously, you sucked and licked them as they went further down your throat. You could taste Soobinās salty leftover cum from your tits.
Beomgyuās fingers were so far down your throat that when he fucked into you they would go deeper and make you gag a little. Each time a chorus of groans followed and you felt how hard Beomgyu throbbed inside of you. If he wasnāt holding you up right now you wouldāve collapsed to the tile below already. Your body shook so vigorously that it was almost too much, but it felt so good.
āBeomgyuā¦ā you cried around his fingers, vision becoming blurry. Your voice came out broken and muffled and through half a gag. You were seconds from breaking completely, stomach tight and legs wobbling.
The sound of sex penetrated the air. Creamy noises and whimpers filled your ears and you think this is the closest youād get to heaven. You could tell that everyone was lost in itāsweaty backs leaned against walls and lockers and red leaking cocks, parted mouths that sang symphonies, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. It was beautiful, a wonderful celebration for a grand achievement.
āFuck, you were right, Soobin. Her pussy is addictive, I canāt get enough of it. Taehyunās lucky he gets this whenever he wants,ā Beomgyu groaned as he spoke through gritted teeth.
By some miracle, you and Beomgyu came at the same time and your body went completely limp in his arms. That didnāt stop him from fucking through the rest of his orgasm, his fingers still in your mouth making you gag as his cum pushed out from around his cock and down your leg that wasnāt in the air.
When he filled you up completely, he called his teammates over to get a closer look at the way cum spilled out of your pussy when he pulled out. Beomgyu pulled his fingers from your mouth and you inhaled deeply, leaning back against his chest to look up at him with watery eyes.
āYouāre so pretty when you cry,ā Beomgyu says, placing a chaste kiss on your swollen lips.
He ran his cock through your folds a couple of times, thrusting against your clit and laughing at how your whole body jolted from the sensitivity. āYouāre lucky my turnās over or Iād have you crying all night,ā Beomgyu continued, pushing you from his chest.
You flew forward with a startled yelp before landing in Taehyunās toned arms. He gave Beomgyu a quick glare before pulling you closer to him, his thumbs rubbing comforting circles into your skin. He leaned back a little to get a good look at your face. āIsnāt she so pretty?ā Taehyun says, mostly to himself, as he wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb. It was no use for what he was about to do to you.
āAnd sheās all mine,ā Taehyun murmured, bringing his lips down to catch yours in a searing kiss.
āNot right now she isnāt,ā Yeonjun scoffed, laughing afterwards.
Taehyun just ignored him, moving you back over to the bench so you could catch your breath. He threw a leg over it before sitting down, keenly fisting his cock as he looked up at you. Taehyun helped you over the bench before sitting you right on his cock. You had to bite your lip to not whimper.
āAt the end of the day, she is my girlfriend. Weāre just being nice enough to let you guys join us sometimes because itās fun. Why are you trying to ruin that, Yeonjun?ā Taehyun finally responded, his attention entirely focused on you as he spoke. You stared lovingly at him, completely in a trance as he touched you.
āYeah, shut up before you ruin it for the rest of us,ā Beomgyu chimed in.
Taehyun smirked at you when you leaned back on your hand and started to roll your hips towards his, moaning softly. āBesides, nothing any of you could do to her compares to what I can do to her. I know her the best,ā Taehyun continued, grabbing your hips as his eyes fluttered shut.
Whatever comeback Yeonjun had died out when you placed your feet on Taehyunās thighs and began bouncing on his cock.
āOh my god,ā Soobin drawled, the locker behind him ringing from his head being thrown back. You were almost sure he had fucked his cock raw by now.
Taehyunās hips rose to meet yours and you nearly blacked out from how good it felt. You stopped bouncing, mewling at the feeling and already trembling. āKeep going,ā Taehyun demanded, āI didnāt tell you you could stop.ā
You lifted your hips until you were halfway up his cock slowly, body shaking the entire way. Taehyun thrusted upwards so he was fully inside you again. āFaster,ā he said.
The way his voice sounded, the firm demands but soft tone threw you over the edge. You picked up the pace as best as you could until your arousal was splattering over Taehyunās stomach with his strokes.
āJust like that, baby. Youāre such a good girl.ā
Your nails tried their best to dig into the polished wood of the locker room bench to no avail. If you were honest, it was a little embarrassing just how fast Taehyun could wrap you around his finger, especially in front of everyone else. He didnāt need to do these big displays or make you choke to show them how you belonged to himāthough, he wasnāt opposed to doing that either. It was simple in the way your body responded to him, pushing itself past its limit just to do what he says.
You think you understood now why he decided to go from oldest to youngest this timeābecause the decision was all his. If it were anyone else, if it wasnāt him waiting near the end for you, you wouldāve been passed out by now from exertion. Deep down, the others knew that. And from the last time the six of you did this, you knew deep down that Taehyun wanted to show that to Yeonjun.
Because you were his girlfriend, his to do whatever he pleased withāhis.
Your hips jolted towards Taehyunās and a whine left your lips. You thought that you were all stretched out already, but your boyfriend always managed to prove you wrong. His cock had you seeing stars and you knew that you wouldnāt be able to last much longer bouncing on it like this. Your body would completely give out once and for all from the intense euphoria.Ā
You began shaking your head but Taehyun just shushed you, his hand moving from your hip so he could rub circles in your swollen clit with his thumb. Your body reacted immediately and there was no warning you could give before you were shaking like a leaf and cumming with a vigor you havenāt felt thus far.
āTurn around for me,ā Taehyun spoke, still circling your clit with his thumb and sending lightning through your body.Ā
You tried to move from him, but the other hand he had on your hip moved to your back and held you in place firmly. You shook your head more, āI-I canātā¦ā
Taehyun pulled you to him so you were chest to chest. He leaned down so his lips were at your ear, his thumb at your clit not stopping its mission to help overstimulate you more. āDonāt you want to show them how good you are? Do you really want me to punish you in front of them all?ā Taehyun said in a low voice, pushing his cock in and out of you slowly. āYou can,ā he then said in a louder voice.
You bit your lip hard and pulled yourself off of his cock, knees almost giving out as you stood to turn around. Looking behind you, you watched Taehyun line himself up with your entrance before you sunk back down on him again, your lips parting in bliss. You sat back in his lap and placed your feet back on his thighs, shivering at the cold air on your cold and messy exposed cunt.
Leaning back against Taehyunās chest, you looked up and kissed along his jawline. You grabbed his hand that was inching towards your clit again and brought it to your tit with a cheeky smile. You moved your hips in a circle, still not having quite the energy to start bouncing again yet.
Taehyun kissed your cheek and down your neck where Yeonjunās marks had time to darken all while his hands moved to distract you. He started fucking into while one hand moved to play with your clit and the other came to wrap around your throat. Your heart rate picked up and immediately you were loud with the way your body felt. Taehyunās hand just got tighter around your throat, squeezing at just the right places that made you feel extra cloudy and like you were floating.
āYou think youāre funny?ā he joked, grunting in your ear while fucking you harder.
You were in such euphoria that all of the pleasure almost hurt. Your hips bucked wildly on their own towards Taehyunās hand and that motion nearly made you black out with his cock pistoning into you. But, you couldnāt stop, it all felt so good that you wouldnāt have it any other wayānot that Taehyun would let you anyway.
Taehyun moaned when your pussy tried its hardest to completely suck in his cock, his pace slowing and his fingers at your clit halting with the effort of trying not to cum right then and there and spoil the rest of his turn. āGreedy little pussy,ā he breathed, lips near your ear. āFeels so fucking good.ā
Your hips still bucked, trying to get as much stimulation as possible despite it already being entirely too much. You needed more of him, needed his cock pounding into you harder. Head falling back on Taehyunās shoulder, you gave him better access to your neck, which he didnāt take for granted. His hand moved further up throat, cupping around just the right spot to have you dizzy and squealing.
āS-Slowā¦ downā¦ā you managed to get out along with a string of broken curses. Your chest rose and fell heavily and your skin felt so hot that the two of you might start a fire right there. āFuck,ā you then loudly cried out, squirming.
Taehyun told you to stay still but you couldnāt. You were shaking so bad that had it not been for his cock inside you and the way you and Taehyun looked right now, it wouldāve caused concernment. Your ears rang and you could barely hear how loud you were being nor Taehyunās words. All you felt was his hands move and your body being shifted.
Taehyun wrapped his arms behind your knees before he brought them up next to your chest. His hands then sat at the back of your neck, locking you against him completely.
He didnāt slow, in fact, he fucked into you faster and harder. The sound of his cock fucking your pussy was pornographic, and it just spurred you forward and made you wetter. Your stomach tensed and untensed rapidly and you cried out Taehyunās name over and over when you realized what was about to happen.
āPlease, please, please, pleaseāā you begged him, not exactly sure if you were begging him to slow down again or to keep going.
Your begging was of no use. Seconds later you were squirting halfway across the room with a loud squeal, body limp and shaking and covered in sweat. You clenched down around Taehyunās cock so hard that he jolted, stilling inside you for a brief second at how tight you felt before fucking his cum inside of you nice and deep.
āGood fucking girl,ā Taehyun praised you, his hips finally slowing and his grip around you ceasing. He brought his fingers back down to your clit and rubbed circles into it, shushing you when you started to whine his name. He kissed along your jaw before grabbing your chin and turning your head to kiss your lips. āYou did so good for me, baby, Iām proud of you.ā
Taehyun didnāt pull out of you until you stopped shaking, helping ease you along with his fingers at your clit. Though, when he finally did it almost sent you spiraling again. He held you close to his chest and although you couldnāt see his face, you knew he was grinning widely.
āWhat the fuck?ā A voice spoke next to you, reeling you back to reality and sending the fact that thereās others still in the room back into your mind at full force. You had completely forgotten about Taehyunās teammates with their cocks in their hands. āWhy didnāt you tell us she could do that?!ā
Your eyes fluttered open and you looked over at Kaiās bewildered expression and then over to the wide eyed looks of the other boys. Their eyes nearly popped out of their skulls.
Taehyun just shrugged. He gently closed your legs and moved them to the side so you could sit more comfortably.
āI've never seen a girl squirt in person before,ā Soobin murmured, looking at you stunned. You just gave him a weak smile and chuckled a bit.
You heard Yeonjun scoff and without looking at him you could practically hear him rolling his eyes at Soobin. āYouāre acting like itās some rare commodity. Itās just squirting, itās not that hard to do.ā
Without missing a beat, Beomgyu asked him, āSo then why didnāt you do it?ā
As the boys argued around you, Taehyun made sure that you were alright. He had gotten one of the towels he brought and wet it so he could start cleaning you up so you didnāt have to finish the celebration with dried and sticky cum all over you making things uncomfortable. His hands were delicate, asking you if anything hurt every few seconds when he got between your legs. You shook your head and gave him a big kiss for being so sweet. If anything, besides feeling a little weak, you felt amazing.
You were standing, trying to stop the boys from a naked cat fight, when Taehyun pulled you over to him to stand between his legs. He brought his lips to yours roughly, sticking his tongue in your mouth, before turning you around and pushing you down to your knees. Taehyun called Kaiās name and beckoned him over to the two of you.
Taehyun grabbed your messy hair into his fist, angling your head back a bit. āSheās all yours,ā he told Kai, who visibly gulped.
You smiled up at him, licking your lips, before you grabbed onto his already throbbing and leaking cock. You used his precum, and already previous rounds, to stroke him with a firm grasp. When you got to the tip of his cock, you ran your thumb along the slit of it and Kai moaned while pushing his hips towards your hand.
Pumping Kaiās cock a little more, you brought your lips to the tip of it and circled your tongue around the fat cockhead. Slight saltiness hit your tastebuds, but you didnāt mind. In one swift motion, you took Kaiās length down your throat, bobbing your head as you sucked in your cheeks. The tension at your head from Taehyunās tight grip on your hair made you moan, and Kai nearly toppled over from the vibrations of it.
You pulled your mouth off of him inch by inch slowly, his cock leaving your mouth with a āpop!ā It hit against your lips and you smiled up at Kai.Ā
āHer mouth is nearly as good as her pussy,ā Kai breathed. His head was thrown back and his eyes were shut. You saw the way his chest rose with staggered breaths and the way his abs tightened each time you touched him. You couldnāt help but chuckle at his words, hands focusing at the base of his cock.
Flattening your tongue, you licked a stripe underneath Kaiās length from the base of it to his tip before taking him in your mouth fully again. You liked seeing him squirm.
This time you were rough and sloppy sucking his cock. You took Kai as far down your throat as you could, but Taehyun pushed your head down farther until you gagged. He would pull you back up by your hair just a little before doing the same thing over again.
Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth and down your chin, but you kept your stare up at Kai. He was too flustered to look down at you for longer than a minute. His ears were bright red and his cheeks were flushed a soft pink to match. You dug your fingers into his toned thighs and bobbed your head faster.
āAh, my god,ā Kai groaned. He brought his hands to the top of your head and his hips pushed into your face. āYour mouth feels so good, so warm.ā
Each time your mouth moved up Kaiās cock, he thrusted into your mouth to bring it back down, making you gag without Taehyunās assistance. Slowly, Kai started to fuck himself with your mouth without you having to move. His hands dug down to your scalp and he moved your head back and forth for you.
Kai hummed, brows knitted together before his hips jerked and he stopped. You gagged at the sudden movement and he squeezed his eyes shut. You felt him twitch inside your mouth and behind you Taehyun laughed at him.
āGod, I hate you guys,ā Kai gritted out, trying his best not to cum down your throat yet. His words just got him teased by the rest of the group.
You gagged again loudly when Kai started to fuck your throat, his strokes fast and sloppy as he pushed his cock down halfway your throat and held your head in place with his hands.
Moaning around his cock, you shifted on your knees and dug your nails in his thighs as arousal dripped down your pussy and onto the tile.
āWhy are you acting like youāve never fucked someoneās throat before?ā Taehyun asked Kai incredulously. Kai didnāt answer for a moment, pure bliss and your wet mouth drowning out the words. āI-I donāt want to hurt herā¦ā he trailed.
Taehyun laughed, āYou wonāt. Fuck her face harder.ā
Kai didnāt hesitate, he grabbed your head and roughly brought it down his cock fully, his balls slapping against your chin and his abs tensing more at the way you gagged around him.Ā
Kaiās cock barely left your mouth and you did nothing but gag around his length, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing. Kai was sent into pure euphoria as he used your mouth as his own personal fleshlight, and with Taehyunās permission he didnāt hold back.
You breathed hard through your nose all while Kaiās cock throbbed in your throat. He looked down at you, at the way you looked up at him with big, watery eyes and tears streaming down your face, at how drool dripped from the corners of your mouth and down your chin and onto your pressed together thighs, it made him completely unravel and moan like he hasnāt done since the first time he fucked you. Kai threw his head back again, sloppy thrusts quickening.
Moments later, he was holding your head down and spilling his cum down your throat. He relished in the way you choke on his cock and the pain in his thighs from your nails digging in it. āShit,ā Kai sighed, shoulders dropping in relief.
He pulled his cock out your mouth slowly, breath hitching at the way your cheeks hollowed more with every inch. You swallowed thickly, the salty taste of his cum lingering behind. Taehyun tilted your head towards him and you stuck out your tongue to show him you swallowed it all, then turned back to Kai to show him too.
āJesus, where did you find this girl, Taehyun?ā Beomgyu asked, running a hand through his hair before him and the rest of the boys came near you.
Taehyun stood to his feet, the corner of his mouth raised as he looked down at you.
They all came close to your face, their throbbing cocks in their hands and they began fisting them rawer than before above your face. You shut your eyes, tongue still hanging out of your mouth and waited patiently, mouth lifted into a smile. There was a chorus of groans and whimpers above you and it made you want to start the whole celebration over again. It made you a little sad that it was over now, and so was the basketball season.
Just as spurts of cum splattered across your face and onto your tongue, the locker room door flung open loudly and startled you all. Your eyes opened and the boys turned to the door to see who was walking in. You caught the tail end of their sentence.
āāright? Honestly, Iām just glad I donāt have to do anymore interviews until next season,ā came Heeseungās voice, the boys basketball captain. There was a big smile on his face that immediately dropped when his head turned and he looked to see what you all were doing in the locker room.
There was silence in the room for a long moment as Heeseung took in each and every one of you. The sound of the abandoned shower still running pierced your ears. You licked the cum off of your lips. āWhatā¦ the actual fuck are you guys doing?!ā Heeseung asked.
The boys all smiled awkwardly at him, cocks in their hands still aimed at your face. āHey, captainā¦ā Yeonjun drew out, his smile growing along with the awkward tension in the room.
āļøĀ Ā Ā ā¦Ā Ā Ā me, yeonjun, and taehyun can settle this subtle fighting in bed hehehe,, sorry if the ending was a bit rushed (>w< ;) i realized that this fic was already like 10k and started to panic LMAOOā¦ i legit blacked out while writing this, gangbangs and sixsomes hard
the four times tubatu didn't realise their maknae had a real girlfriend and the one unfortunate time that they did
pairing : hueningkai x fem!reader
word count : 10.7k
warnings : hueningkai is referred to as kai, freaky moments but like its not freaky cause they just kiss ??? but the members thnk they did sm freaky and kai doesn't correc them becuase theyre kinda dumb , dumb but loving txt , reader is describe to be shorter than kai (sorry!) doesnt have to be super short jsut enough to look slightly up at him
playlist : blue by yung kai, echoes by enhypen, honeymoon avenue by kasper, roller coster by tomorrow x together , dance with you by tomorrow x together , i love u by yuni
author's note: we need to normalize calling men pet names cause wtf am i supposoed to address them as but its okay i love hueningkai hes so cutesy + wrote this instead of studying for my math exam tomorrow ćā½ć
Kai Kamal Huening wasnāt good at hiding secrets.
It was something his sisters never let him forgetāespecially when he accidentally let it slip that a boy had been talking to them, right in the middle of family dinner.
Kai would only shrug in response, because it always ended the same way anyway: with him being rewarded with extra gummies for dessert.
It was a trait he had kept into adulthood, mostly because he found lying to be far too much effort.
But times had changed.
Kai had changed.
He was no longer the little boy who played the recorder while his sisters ātradedā his plushies for one of their uglier ones.
He was a man nowāone who still played the recorder, but who also got to keep all his plushies to himself. And somehow, impossibly, he had something no one in his life ever thought he would have: a girlfriend.
Him having a girlfriend wasnāt entirely out of this world, but it was something everyone around him seemed convinced he couldnāt manage.
Maybe it was his lack of social activity.
Maybe it was his tendency to stay in his room.
Maybe it was his complete disregard for ātrendy clothing.ā
Regardless of all these very real factors, Kai had managed to get a girlfriendāyou, to be specific.
He had met you on one of the rare occasions he decided to go on a solo trip around Seoul. Everyone else had a schedule that day: Yeonjun was busy working on his solo, Taehyun and Beomgyu were at the gymāmostly because Beomgyu was tired of being thrown around by the membersāand Soobin was probably getting lectured about his lack of media training. After all, who publicly admits they can eat a watermelon in three seconds and expects the internet to forget about it?
Which left Kai all aloneāand, for once, ready to go outside.
Kai messaged his manager, put on his mask, and embarked on his journey.
The walk there was about as nice as a walk could get. The weather was good, his playlist was playing every song he wanted it to, andāmost importantlyāhe hadnāt stepped in dog shit yet.
He sighed as he checked the time on his phone. It was 3:24 in the afternoon, which meant that if he made the fourteen-minute walk back to HYBE now, heād be stuck doing workāsomething he very much did not want to be doing.
He figured he should probably find something to do before ordering a drinkāhe didnāt want to risk juggling one hand holding a drink while the other flipped through manga, something he had learned inevitably ended with at least one item hitting the floor.
Which left him wandering into one of the aisles lined with manga. He soon found himself scanning for Gintama, a familiar favorite.
Kai walked up and down the aisle, hoping to see the familiar spine.
Kai was so focused on finding his manga that he didnāt notice he wasnāt the only one in the aisle. He didnāt realize you were only four steps awayāuntil he walked right into you and sent your drink spilling all over his hoodie.
He looked down at his comfiest blue hoodie, now soaked in iced coffee.
āOhāoh my gosh!ā you exclaimed. āIām so sorry!ā
Kai froze, trying to understand what was happening. He watched you pull your purse forward and dig for napkins, a small smile of relief appearing once you found some. He hesitated, unsure if he should say anything as you raised the napkins toward him, silently asking if it was okay to touch his hoodie.
You were pretty, really pretty.
Which made him want to curl up in a ball and never leave his room again because the one time he did he made an absolute fool of himself in front of the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
You cleared your throat, shaking the tissues as a reminder of the situation, snapping Kai back to reality. He quickly grabbed them from your hands and started dabbing at his hoodie, employing the method Yeonjun had once taught him when he was sixteen and utterly incapable of doing laundry.
āAre you okay?ā you asked.
Kai could only nod.
You nodded back.
Kai decided he was finished trying to salvage the hoodie. If the stain survived the wash, it would simply be downgraded to a pyjama hoodie rather than an outdoor one.
You held out your hand, silently gesturing for him to give the tissues back, which he did without a word.
It was then that he truly saw your face for the first time.
His heart skipped. Your mouth slowly formed an āo,ā and a spark of recognition lit up your eyes.
Kai couldnāt help but tense. He remembered practicing scenarios like this during media training seminars: if a fan recognizes you in public, you simply say hi, maybe sign somethingābut never give personal information or take pictures. Stay calm. Stay calm.
And yet, you didnāt react with excitement or demand anything. You simply closed your mouth, quietly took the tissues from him, and held them with that calm, easy grace.
āIām sorry,ā he said.
āItās okay,ā you replied.
Kai decided then and there that you were preciousābecause your voice sounded just as charming as you were.
The two of you stood in that aisle, quiet, each trying to think of something to say.
It was then that he noticed the orange keychain hanging from your purseāa Charmander, to be exact.
He noticed your small frown, as if you were a little disappointed he hadnāt gotten one.
Then, carefully, you unclipped the keychain from your purse. āHere,ā you said, holding it out toward him.
Kaiās eyes widened. āOhā¦ I couldnāt take thisāā
āItās okay,ā you said with a small smile. āConsider it an apology for spilling my drink on you. I mean, itās not every day you spill something on a famous idol.ā
Kai nodded, bringing his hands forward to accept the precious gift. āAre you sure?ā he found himself asking.
He found himself fumbling with the keychain, looking up to see if you had seen that.
āTake it,ā you insisted. āSeriously, just take it.ā
He placed it in his pocket, already imagining where he would put it in his room.
Then his eyes drifted to the manga you had been holding before the incident, and he froze at the familiar spine of Gintama.
āWaitā¦ is that Gintama?ā he asked, a spark of excitement cutting through his embarrassment. āYou like Gintama?ā
You nodded, and just like that, the conversation fell into easy territory. The two of you traded favorite arcs and characters, Kai gesturing animatedly, completely forgetting the wet patch on his hoodie, the spilled drink, and even the passing time.
Then his phone rang, and the name on the screen made him groan: Soobin.
āWhere the hell have you been?ā the voice demanded, half-angry, half-panicked.
Kai shot you a glance. āUhā¦ just a sec,ā he said, still distracted. You smiled and scribbled something on a piece of paper.
āHere,ā you said, handing it to him. āYouāll probably need it forā¦ you know, emergencies.ā
He looked down. Your number. And even though his stomach did that weird fluttery thing, he couldnāt stop the grin spreading across his face.
āRight. Got it,ā he said softly, tucking the paper into his pocket. āIāllā¦ uh, text you.ā
His girlfriend, who would listen patiently while he ranted about whatever he was watching at the moment.
His girlfriend, who would sit prettily on her couch as he came over to show her something he helped create.
His girlfriend, who, over time, grew bold enough to tease him relentlessly, because in your words, āYou're too pretty to not be appreciated.ā
Because of you, Kai finally got to do all the ācouple thingsā he had watched Lea gush about on the phone with her friends.
He could hug you whenever he wanted.
He could formally āadoptā plushies together with you.
He could talk about anything he wanted, knowing youād always listen and respond.
He loved having a girlfriend.
In factā¦ he loved you.
He told you on your three-month anniversary.
You responded by showing him matching figurines of Plusle and Minun holding hands in a heart-shaped box youād painted.
Was it quick? Probably.
Did the two of you care? Absolutely not.
It was on your four-month anniversary that you asked the question that made his stomach flip:
āDo your members know about us?ā
He watched as you slowly lifted yourself off his chest, the two of you still sprawled on the bed, watching Team Rocket get absolutely destroyed by ten-year-olds.
He hated to admit it, but he always missed youāeven if you were only ten centimetres away.
He shook his head, silently saying āNoā.
āWhy not?ā you asked.
Kai opened his mouth, then closed it again. The only answer he could come up with wasā¦ weird. How do you tell the people who had practically raised you since the age of thirteen that youāre dating at twenty-three? How do you explain to the four people who had traveled the world with you, who had suffered with you, that you were no longer the kid with plushies that they had to take care of? That the kid remained a loser with plushiesā¦ but also now made out with the prettiest girl in the world every other weekend?
How do you even begin to explain that?
So all he could manage was, āIt justā¦ hasnāt come up in conversation.ā
You raised an eyebrow. āAnd how exactly do you expect it to come up in conversation?ā
Kai groaned and let his head fall back. āI donāt know!ā he exclaimed dramatically, which made you giggle.
He turned to look at you, voice exasperated, āHow do you tell people whoāve taken care of youāand shared diarrhea with youāthat youāre suddenly dating someone?ā
You made a face. āToo much information,ā you muttered.
Kai shrugged. āBesides, what if they donāt like it? Itās not like I can run away from themāIām legally required to spend the next seven years with them!ā
You hummed, weighing his words. Then you moved back to your spot on his chest. āFine,ā you said, ādonāt tell themābut donāt hide it from them either.ā
Kai nodded.
āTheyāre important people in your life,ā you continued, smiling down at him. āThey deserve to know that weāre together.ā
Kai nodded again.
You leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his lipsāa kiss he gladly returned.
Regardless of his members, Kai simply loved his girlfriend.
THE FIRST TIME: WHY DO YOU HAVE HADILAO ON SPEED DIAL?
Yeonjun loved eating.
When it came to deciding the groupās archetypes, he had claimed the āfoodieā title immediatelyāand no one argued. He would eat anything. Everything.
But he knew his limits. After three consecutive days of takeout, a hand-made meal became necessaryāeven if it meant risking death by Taehyunās glare. And he knew every other member shared this belief.
Which was why he was utterly confused when he saw the maknae frantically searching for the fastest route to Haidilao from their photoshoot location.
It was a photoshoot for somethingāhe wasnāt exactly sure whatābut all Yeonjun had to do was pose and post it on Instagram. Simple enough.
And yet, there was the maknae, plotting a route to hotpot like his life depended on it.
There was nothing wrong with it. It was justā¦ peculiar. Yeonjun could have sworn Kai had gone to Haidilao three days ago. And wasnāt he supposed to be dieting?
He narrowed his eyes at the maknae, trying to decipher the master plan.
āHyung?ā Kaiās voice broke him out of his trance.
Yeonjun blinked, looking up. āWhat?ā
Kai shook his head, smirking. āWhy are you looking at me like I drew three-dot YJ again?ā
Yeonjun squinted at him. āYouāre a brat, you know that, right?ā
Kai simply smiled and nodded, as if this accusation was an everyday occurrence. (It was.)
Unsatisfied, Yeonjun glanced around, searching for backup.
Soobin was being debriefed by the photoshoot director about the promotion plan.
Taehyun was getting his outfit refittedāhis arms having somehow grown overnight.
Beomgyu was in the makeup chair, half asleep and fully unhelpful.
Which left Yeonjun alone, forced to interrogate the maknaeās sudden devotion to hotpot by himself.
The plan commenced with a subtle shiftāmoving from standing in front of Kai to sitting beside him. Then leaning in, peeking over the maknaeās increasingly broad shoulder, and glancing at his phone screen.
Kai was scrolling through the Haidilao menu. Specifically, the soup bases.
āWhatācha doing?ā Yeonjun asked casually.
Kai flinched and immediately locked his phone.
āNothing,ā he stammered.
Yeonjun froze.
Now this was interesting. He had never seen Kai this shaken before.
āAre you sure?ā he asked again.
Kai noddedābut it was far too frantic to be convincing.
āBecause it looked like you were searching how to get to Haidilao from here.ā
Yeonjun watched as Kai visibly slumped, like a man caught red-handed.
āI promised someone Iād eat with them there today,ā Kai admitted.
Yeonjunās curiosity sharpened immediately. Kai never mentioned meeting new peopleāever.
āWho,ā Yeonjun pressed, āare you planning to meet there?ā
Kai muttered something under his breath and turned his head away.
Yeonjun bit back the urge to roll his eyes. Why was he suddenly this difficult?
āIām sorry,ā Yeonjun said sweetly, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, āI couldnāt hear you.ā
Kai straightened, as if bracing himself, and forced eye contact with his hyung.
āMy girlfriend.ā
Yeonjun stared at him.
āIām sorryāwhat?ā
Kai sighed, turning fully toward him now, resignation written all over his face. āMy girlfriend. I was trying to figure out the quickest way to get to Haidilao because I promised my girlfriend weād eat there together.ā
Yeonjun blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Did the word girlfriend just come out of Kaiās mouth?
No. It couldnāt have.
It had to be something else. A misunderstanding. A joke. A lie. A very elaborate excuse involving hotpot.
The sheer absurdity of the idea hit him all at once, and Yeonjun burst out laughingāloud enough that Beomgyu jolted awake in his makeup chair.
āWhatāwhatās happening?ā Beomgyu croaked.
Kai remained entirely unimpressed, staring at Yeonjun like this reaction was deeply offensive.
āIf you wanted to go to Haidilao,ā Yeonjun wheezed between laughs, āyou donāt have to make up some fake girlfriend just to do it.ā
Kai blinked at him.
Once.
Slowly.
And thenā
āSheās not fake.ā
āSure,ā Yeonjun said, very close to ruining his eye makeup from how hard he was laughing.
Kai only sighed and went back to scrolling on his phone.
It took three full minutesāand two increasingly concerned side-eyes from nearby staffāfor Yeonjun to finally calm down.
āIām so happy that the idea of me dating someone makes you want to pee your pants,ā Kai said dryly, already tired of bowing apologetically to staff members who looked genuinely worried about the two of them.
Yeonjun snorted. āYou know you donāt have to make up a whole fake girlfriend just to go eat hotpot.ā
He pushed himself upright, having nearly folded in half during his laughing fit. āItās okay if you donāt want to eat Taehyunās cooking today,ā he continued, reaching out to pinch his maknaeās cheeks. āIāll tell him you got called away by the producers or something. Itās not like heās going to murder you for skipping one healthy meal.ā
Kai nodded along, deadpan, wondering if the concept of him having a girlfriend was truly that unbelievable that his membersā most logical conclusion was that he was lying just to avoid eating clean.
āYep,ā Kai said quietly. āThatās exactly whatās happening.ā
Satisfied with the maknaeās answer, Yeonjun turned around and went to his phone.
Kai has a girlfriend?
Yeah right!
When Kai finally spotted you waiting in a booth, scrolling on your phone, he felt the weight of the day melt off his shoulders.
You were sitting there in one of the hoodies that existed in joint custody between the two of you, your bag resting on your lap. A Plusle keychain dangled from itāperfectly matching the Minun clipped to the belt loop of his pants.
He couldnāt help but stand there for a moment, silently debating whether he should wait for you to notice him or poke you into acknowledging his presence.
The decision was made for him the moment you realised there was a 183-centimetre shadow looming in front of you, prompting you to look up.
āYou know, if you keep standing there, someone might think youāre haunting me,ā you said, trying to get him to sit down.
Kai let himself slide into the seatānot across from you, but beside you.
He couldnāt help it. You were comfort personified, and why would he want a table between the two of you when he could sit right here?
He wrapped an arm around you, slowly letting himself melt into your side.
Photoshoots werenāt new to Kai, but they were always just exhausting enough to make him want to curl up into a ball afterward.
Now, he could curl up with you beside himāand that made everything better.
āAre you ready to eat?ā you asked, leaning into him just as easily.
As his head slowly drooped to rest against your shoulder, Kai briefly thought that this must be what people meant when they complained about couples being disgustingly affectionate in public. Still, he couldnāt find it in himself to care if anyone was watching.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small nudge. He followed your finger to the tablet displaying the menu.
He straightened up and ordered with you, making sure both of your cravings were met. He listened as you talked about your dayāabout the new anime you were watching, about your friendās upcoming birthdayāand he realised he felt full in a way food had nothing to do with.
He really loved you.
When the food arrived, he made sure you ate first, even though this was the first proper meal heād had all day.
It was halfway through feeding you your seventh bite that you asked, āSoā¦ how was the photoshoot?ā
Kai made sure the chopsticks were perfectly loaded with everything you liked. āIt was okay,ā he said. āWe filmed some TikToksāyouād probably like them. The outfits were fine.ā
He lifted the chopsticks again, waiting patiently for you to open your mouth. āThe only weird thing was that Yeonjun laughed at me when I told him I was meeting you here.ā
You immediately choked on your food.
Kai rushed to grab a glass of water, holding it up to your lips and steadying it as you drank.
Once you finally signalled that you were okay, he set the glass down and watched you try to compose yourself.
āHeāā you started. āYou told him?ā
Kai nodded. āYeah. I said I was meeting my girlfriend here, and then he laughed like the Joker for twenty minutes.ā
You snorted.
Then you started giggling.
Was he secretly a comedian? Why did everyone keep laughing at him?
āWell,ā you said between laughs, āI guess they wouldnāt believe it even if you told them you had a girlfriend.ā
He narrowed his eyes at you. āAre you saying that, in my membersā eyes, I am eternally bitchless?ā
You nodded, still laughing.
āItās okay,ā you said, finally calming down. āIāll still be with youāeven if the entire world thinks you canāt pull.ā
Kai couldnāt help but smile, because he knew the same thing.
No matter what anyone said, heād choose you every single time.
THE SECOND TIME : SINCE WHEN WERE YOU INTO SHOUJO ANIME?
Soobin practically knew everything about Kai.
He knew his likes and his dislikes. He knew which of Kaiās many plushies was his favourite. He knew the small, subconscious habits Kai carried without realisingāthings Soobin had memorised over years of shared dorms and overlapping schedules.
Which was why this felt wrong.
Maybe it was because theyād been busy latelyāthe new comeback, the sudden surge of solo schedules, or simply the lack of proper one-on-one timeābut Soobin never imagined walking into the living room to find Kai willingly watching Kimi no Todoke.
For fun.
Not ironically. Not because someone else had it on. Not because heād lost a bet.
NoāKai was curled up on the couch, eyes glued to the screen, fully immersed as Sawako awkwardly fumbled through her feelings.
Soobin stopped walking.
He stared.
Since when was Huening Kai into shoujo anime?
Soobin knew Kai had been trying to get more into anime latelyābut he distinctly remembered nineteen-year-old Kai declaring that he would rather get abs than watch shoujo.
Soobin blinked, needing to confirm whether what he was witnessing was real or simply the result of his horrible sleeping habits finally catching up to him.
He closed his eyes.
He opened them again.
Kai was still there. Still watching Kimi no Todoke. Still wearing an expression of genuine focus that couldnāt possibly be faked.
Soobin couldnāt help himself.
āWhat the hell are you watching?ā
Kai flinched, whipping his head around to find Soobin standing behind him.
Soobin slowly raised a hand and pointed at the TV. āWant to explain this?ā
Kai tilted his head, genuinely confused. āHyung, youāve known I watch anime. Why is this weird?ā
Soobin did a double take.
Why was this weird?
Oh. Right.
āAre we looking at the same thing right now?ā
Kai turned back to the screen and paused the episode, then patted the space beside him, gesturing for Soobin to sit. āDo you want some water?ā he added seriously. āMaybe all those media training lectures messed with your head.ā
Soobin gaped at the maknaeāyet somehow still found himself sitting down moments later, a newly acquired glass of water resting in his hand.
Kai turned to face his leader, a blanket draped over his lap and his comfiest hoodie pulled on, looking painfully at ease.
āWhatās the matter?ā he asked.
Soobin searched for the right words. āWhy?ā
Kai tilted his head. āWhy what?ā
āWhy are you watchingāā Soobin gestured vaguely toward the TV, fingers flailing, āthis.ā
Soobin nodded slowly, as if that explanation made sense.
It didnāt.
āBut you said youād rather get abs than watch a school romance,ā Soobin shot back.
Kai chuckled at the reminder. āI did,ā he said, then gestured vaguely to his body. āBut, uhālook at what happened to me.ā
Soobin stared.
Abs were one thing. This? This was slander.
His brain began to whir. Loudly.
This wasnāt the Kai he knew. The Kai he raised. The Kai who once abandoned a drama five minutes in because āwhy are they staring at each other for so long?ā
He looked at the screen again. Sawako was blushing.
Kai was smiling.
Oh no.
Heās changed, Soobin thought, dread curling in his stomach. Someone did this to him.
Slowly, carefullyālike he was approaching a wild animalāSoobin leaned forward.
āKai,ā he said quietly. Dangerously calm.
Kai hummed, eyes still fixed on the paused screen.
āWho,ā Soobin continued, pointing once at the TV, then very deliberately at Kai, āmade you do this?ā
Kai finally looked at him. Blinked. āā¦Hyung?ā
āCāmon,ā Soobin said. āYou mean to tell me that all of a sudden, youāre changing your personality.ā
āPersonality?ā Kai shot back. āIām watching one anime and now youāre saying my entire DNA has changed?ā
Soobin nodded. āExactly. So whatās happening?ā
Kai sighed, already knowing his hyung wouldnāt let this go. āYou want the truth?ā
Soobin nodded.
Kai exhaled. āMy girlfriend told me it was good, so I decided to watch it.ā
Soobin stared at his maknae.
Kai stared back at his leader.
āGirlfriend?ā Soobin echoed.
Kai nodded, like this was the most normal sentence heād ever said.
Soobin stared at the boy heād known since he was fifteenāthe kid heād practically raised. He lifted a hand and pointed straight at him. āGirlfriend?ā
Kai nodded again. Still calm. Still normal.
Too normal.
Which could only mean one thing.
Kai was lying.
A big, fat liar.
Soobin blinked. āYou know,ā he said carefully, āitās okay to admit your tastes have evolved.ā
Kai frowned. āWhat?ā
āYou donāt have to make up a girlfriend for it.ā
Soobin watched as Kai closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a long sigh.
āYouāre telling me,ā Kai said, locking eyes with him, āthat just because I said I have a girlfriend, you think Iām making up an excuse to watch a romance anime?ā
Soobin noddedācompletely serious.
Kai pursed his lips. āYouāre right,ā he surrendered. āYouāre absolutely right.ā
Soobin nodded, satisfied with the explanation heād decided on for Kai.
āGo on,ā he said, leaning back with his arms crossed. āHave fun watching Kimi no Todoke.ā
Kai opened his mouth to retort, then thought better of it, allowing Soobin his moment of victory.
Soobin settled back into the couch, proud of the conclusion heād reached.
Kai canāt have a girlfriend, he decided firmly. Heās just getting introduced to girls.
Kaiās favourite part of the days when he couldnāt see you was when he got to call you.
It was always late at night, after heād settled into his room and made sure heād said goodnight to all the members. He would send you a simple messageāsomething like iām free ~ āand then go about his nighttime routine, already anticipating the sound of your voice.
The thing that made long, exhausting days at the company feel worth it.
And he knew that for you, they were a break tooāa pause from daily stress, from everything that weighed on you.
Maybe that was why he cherished these calls just as much as he cherished seeing you in person. Because when the two of you were talking through a screen, it felt like your own small worldā one that couldnāt be disturbed in the slightest.
Tonightās call came while he was finishing his skincare. Heād already said goodnight to the members after eating Taehyunās homemade foodāthe same food heād missed earlier when heād gone to Haidilao to meet you.
He accepted the call and smiled immediately when your face appeared on the screen. It looked like you were just starting your own nighttime routine.
The conversation began the way it always did: small, simple questions.
How was your day? Did you eat? Are you tired?
But they were never small between the two of you.
Kai genuinely wanted to know everything youād done, and he knew you loved hearing about the tiny moments that made his day special.
Tonightās main story?
Soobin questioning him over watching Kimi no Todokeāand then outright refusing to believe him when he told the truth.
It sounded ridiculous when Kai said it out loud. But the way you reacted, laughing softly into your hand, made it worth it.
As much as he loved the sound, Kai couldnāt stop the pout that formed on his lips.
āWhy do all the members think thereās no possible way for me to get a girlfriend?ā he complained.
Your laughter slowly faded.
āMaybe,ā you said gently, āitās because youāre always their baby who hates romance?ā
Kai let out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a sulk. āBut itās not funny anymore.ā
You triedāand failedāto contain another quiet laugh.
āImagine if you give them our wedding invitations and they still donāt believe you.ā
Kai looked horrified at the thought.
āNo!ā he exclaimed, face-palming as he pulled his blankets up and over himself like they could shield him from the idea.
That finally set you off, but when the laughter faded, Kai found himself just watching youāyour smile warm and fond in a way that made his chest ache.
āItās okay,ā you said softly. āThat just means when they finally do figure it out, itāll be even funnier.ā
That was something Kai could agree on.
It went quiet for a moment. Comfortable. Unrushed.
And before he could stop himself, he said, āI miss you.ā
You shifted in bed, getting more comfortable before smiling back at him.
āI miss you too, bubba.ā
Kai wrinkled his nose. āBubba?ā
You nodded. āItās cute.ā You leaned your head against your hand. āLike you.ā
As much as Kai wanted to argue that you were much cuter, his cheeks were already turning pink.
āShut up,ā he mumbled weakly.
Your small laugh echoed through his headphones.
Ā āI love you.ā
Kai muttered the words back, quieterābut no less certain.
He really wouldnāt mind being married to you.
THE THIRD TIME: DID THE GHOST OF SHAKESPHERE POSSESS YOU?
Beomgyu had always admired Kai.
From the moment he learned that the groupās maknae had originally come to the company to produceānot sing, not danceāBeomgyu found himself genuinely impressed by the thirteen-year-old trainee. It wasnāt just talent. It was instinct. Kai heard music differently.
Whenever it came time to write lyrics or build a track, Beomgyu gravitated toward him without thinking. Beats, melodies, second opinionsāKai was always the one he trusted. The one who listened carefully before speaking. The one whose feedback actually made things better.
So when the producers suggested that the two in-house producers of the group sit together to brainstorm for the new album, Beomgyu didnāt hesitate.
He already had expectations.
Kai would write about friendship.
Or youth.
Or chasing dreams with that soft sincerity he was known for.
What Beomgyu did not expectā
Was a romance song.
And not even the safe kind. Not a vague, abstract I like you from afar track that could be brushed off as fanservice or metaphor.
No.
Kai wanted to write about wanting to dance with someone.
The lyrics he showed Beomgyu made him think Kai might want to do more than just dance.
Beomgyu stared at the lyric sheet in silence.
Then, slowly, he looked up.
āā¦Who possessed you?ā
He stared at the maknaeāwho stared back at him with wide eyes.
āWhat do you mean?ā Kai asked.
Beomgyu looked back down at the paper, skimming over lines like this long, sweet dance that canāt be done alone.
He blinked.
āWhen did the ghost of Shakespeare possess you?ā
Kai frowned. āI donāt follow.ā
Beomgyu gestured at the lyric sheet.
āWhat made you writeāā he paused, repressing both a shiver and a gag, āāsensual stuff?ā
His face twisted. āSensual stuff?ā he repeated, like the word physically hurt.
Kai frownedānot offended. Justā¦ confused. Genuinely so.
āWhatās wrong with it?ā he asked.
Beomgyu froze.
That was worse than denial. Worse than embarrassment.
That was indifference.
The maknae was absolutely indifferent to the fact that he had written something meant to be sung to someone.
āKai,ā Beomgyu said carefully, āyou donāt just accidentally write lines like this long, sweet dance that canāt be done alone.ā
Kai shrugged, rolling his chair a little closer to the desk. āItās just honest.ā
Beomgyuās eye twitched.
āHonest.ā
āYeah,ā Kai said, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. āDancing isnāt just moving. Itās timing. Trust. You have to listen to the other person. You canāt rush itāand you canāt do it by yourself.ā
He spoke gently. Thoughtfully.
Like heād rehearsed this explanation long before Beomgyu ever asked.
Beomgyu stared.
This wasnāt poetic nonsense.
This was a thesis.
āSo,ā Kai continued, eyes flicking briefly back to the lyric sheet, āI wanted it to feel close. Like youāre aware of every step the other person takes.ā
Silence.
Beomgyuās brain began to short-circuit.
āā¦Youāre aware,ā he said slowly, āthat this is a love song.ā
Kai nodded. āYeah.ā
Immediate. No hesitation.
Beomgyu swallowed.
āAnd youāre aware,ā he pressed, āthat this is supposed to be hypothetical.ā
Kai tilted his head. āBut itās not?ā
Oh.
Beomgyu looked at him againāreally looked this time. The calm posture. The steady tone. The lack of deflection. No jokes. No embarrassment.
āā¦Who,ā Beomgyu asked quietly, āare you dancing with?ā
Kai blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then his ears turned red.
Something in Beomgyuās soul cracked.
āKai,ā he whispered, pointing accusingly, ādonāt you dare tell me this is about a real person.ā
Kai shrugged, turning back to the soundboard and fiddling with a beat.
āGod forbid a man wants to write a song about dancing with his girlfriend.ā
Beomgyu blinked at him.
Girlfriend?
āā¦And by girlfriend, you mean a really hot actress, right?ā
Kai turned around, eyes wide.
āWhy would I lie about having a girlfriend?ā
Beomgyu scoffed. āWhen would you ever leave your room long enough to get a girlfriend?ā
Kai nodded slowlyāless in agreement and more because he was still processing the audacity of that statement.
Beomgyu, meanwhile, seemed perfectly satisfied with his conclusion. He leaned forward and grabbed Kai by the shoulders.
āSo,ā he said teasingly, eyes sparkling, ācare to tell me which actress made you want to finally become a man?ā
Kai grimaced. āThatās gross, hyung.ā
Beomgyu gasped, recoiling like heād been personally offended.
āYouāre disgusting! I didnāt mean it like that,ā he protested, then pointed accusingly at Kai. āI just wanted to know what made you want to be all sensual,ā he sang, dragging the word out obnoxiously.
āSheās not an actress!ā Kai exclaimed.
Beomgyu clutched his chest and gasped once more.
āIs it one of our sunbaes?ā
Kai opened his mouth to defend himselfābut nothing came out.
āIs that why you want to dance with them?ā Beomgyu giggled, a new theory forming mid-sentence. āIs it because you want a collaboration?ā
Kai sighed and nodded along.
āSure,ā he said, patting Beomgyu as the older boy laughed himself silly. āWhatever floats your boat, hyung.ā
Beomgyu continued to giggle.
The maknae having a girlfriend before him?
As if.
No matter how many times TXT released new music, it never stopped being nerve-wracking for Kai.
Questions always raced through his headāwhat if the fans didnāt like it? What if the directors butchered the music video? What if the company uploaded the wrong file and the wrong video went live?
Release day always left his stomach twisted into knots.
Today was no different.
If anything, it was worse.
Today was the day you would watchāand listen toāDance With You for the first time.
Kai paced back and forth across your apartment, hands running through his hair, stopping only to glance at your laptop every few seconds as you refreshed the page again and again. Meanwhile, you just watched him with quiet amusement, unfazed by his spiraling energy.
āItās okay,ā you called out gently.
And the practical part of his brain agreed. It was fine. Totally fine.
Itās not like heād written a song about you.
Not like it was basically dedicated to you.
And itās not like this was your first time hearing it, considering the song had been out for weeksāweeks youād spent waiting only because heād begged you not to listen until the music video dropped.
Really. No big deal at all.
Then he heard you gasp.
Kai snapped his head toward you just in time to see you click on the thumbnailāhim, mid-dance, holding a mop.
He physically cringed.
What if you hated it?
What if you hated seeing him like thisāmore grown, more intentional, more romantic?
Oh my godā¦ what if you broke up with him because you thought he was getting too close with a mop?
The thought was ridiculous. Completely irrational.
And yet Kai suddenly became very afraid that, in some distant future, heād be remembered only as the ex who danced with cleaning suppliesāa cautionary tale youād tell on dates because you hated the music video that much.
Kai was so consumed by his panic that he completely missed watching your reactions. It wasnāt until your voice cut through his thoughts with a weary, āKai?ā that he snapped back into reality.
āYes?ā he answered too quickly, silently begging his stomach to keep down the egg and toast heād forced himself to eat that morning.
You were looking at himānot at the screen, not at the paused video, but at him. There was something in your expression that made his chest tighten, something Kai could only describe as awe.
He swallowed hard, pushing down the lump forming in his throat.
āā¦Did you like it?ā he asked quietly, almost meekly.
You held your hands out to him, and when he placed his in yours, you gently tugged him down until he was sitting beside you.
āLike it?ā you echoed, disbelief woven into your voice. āSweetheart, I loved it.ā
Kai felt his body finally relax, like everything snapping back into its proper place. āReally?ā
You nodded without hesitation. āWhatās not to like?ā
You reached for the laptop, replaying the music video as you continued, āMy boyfriend looking all pretty and handsome on screen, showing the whole world that heās capable of incredible things.ā
A small giggle slipped out of Kai before he could stop it, warmth blooming in his chest as he let himself soak in the praise.
He shifted closer, eventually settling into your lap, eyes fluttering shut as your hand instinctively moved to run through his hair.
āDid you read the lyrics yet?ā he asked softly.
You shook your head. āConsidering I heard the song for the first time, like, seven minutes ago? I donāt think Iāve had time to properly digest the lyrics you wrote.ā
āWell, you should,ā he said, almost sheepishly. āThey made Beomgyu think Iām crushing on a sunbae.ā
You snorted. āWhat?ā
He nodded seriously. āHe read the lyrics and straight-up refused to believe Iām capable of writing about girls.ā
You laughed, already following his logic. āAnother girlfriend reveal gone wrong?ā
Kai hummed in agreement. āItās obvious too. Iām not even hiding you from them anymore, and they still donāt believe me when I tell them.ā
He glanced up at you as you tried to think of a solution.
āMaybe theyād believe it if they saw it?ā you offered.
Kai considered that. You werenāt wrongābut a small, anxious part of him worried theyād just ask if heād hired you as an actress.
āIāll think about it,ā he said instead.
Which, in Kai-speak, really meant: I donāt want to think about this right now, but Iāll file it away as a potential Plan B.
You resumed playing with his hair, fingers gentle and familiar. āHey, Bubba?ā you asked softly.
He looked up, expecting a question.
Instead, you kissed him.
He melted into it immediately, relaxing as he pressed his lips back against yours. When you pulled away moments later, you stayed close, your words barely a whisper against his mouth.
āI would love to dance with you.ā
Kai kissed you again without hesitation, heart swelling in his chest.
And as he held you there, he couldnāt help but think that heād dance with you every dayāevery lifetimeāif he could.
THE FOURTH TIME : IS YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE ABS?
Taehyun knew he was very different from Kai.
Taehyun hated being called cute.
Kai embraced it.
Taehyun hated watching romance.
Kai wasāapparentlyāgetting into it.
Taehyun didnāt mind showing skin.
Kai avoided it as much as he possibly could.
But Kai had been Taehyunās first friend on the team.
One of the people closest to him.
Taehyun listened. He always did. He would sit beside Kai and let him talkāabout his day, about melodies stuck in his head, about ideas for projects that never quite left his thoughts. Taehyun didnāt interrupt. He didnāt rush him. He just stayed.
Which led to another realisation, another difference between them.
Taehyun loved working out.
Kai would rather do just about anything else than step into a gym.
Which was why Taehyun found himself surprisedā and, admittedly, a little scaredā when Kai asked if he could help him get abs.
Taehyun had agreed.
That decision led to a two-hour session at the HYBE gym, where Taehyun spotted the maknae and discoveredāmuch to his disbeliefāthat Kai was putting in a full, unwavering one hundred percent effort. No complaints. No excuses. Just stubborn focus and slightly shaky arms.
That alone was alarming.
It wasnāt until after the workout that Taehyun decided he needed answers.
As if that single scoop made all the difference in the world.
Taehyun cleared his throat.
āSo,ā he began carefully, āwhat exactly made you want to getāā he paused, searching for the least awkward word possible, āāabs?ā
Across from him, Kai slurped his mango concoction thoughtfully, eyes unfocused as he considered the question.
Taehyun waited.
This better be good.
Kai blinked. āWellā¦ we had them for Love Language, so I thought I should keep them.ā
Taehyun nodded slowly, not fully buying it.
āIf I remember correctly,ā he said, āyou were always the first person to leave the gym the second the trainer said you were good to go.ā
Kai hummed in response, leaning forward to take a bite of the egg tart heād grabbed.
āSo?ā Taehyun pressed, crossing his arms.
Kai finished chewing and let out a sigh.
A deep sigh.
That immediately worried Taehyun.
āIs everything okay?ā he asked.
āYou wouldnāt believe me if I told you,ā Kai said quietly.
Taehyunās mind started racing.
What does he mean I wouldnāt understand?
He ran through every possibilityāevery reason Kai might suddenly change one of his most fundamental habits.
āā¦Are you getting hate comments about your body again?ā
Kaiās eyes widened. āWhat? No.ā
Taehyun raised an eyebrow. āAre you sure?ā
Kai nodded. āI mean, I probably am. But Iām not reading them anymore.ā
Taehyun looked down at the table and let out a small, relieved sigh.
Okay. Not that.
So what else?
He cleared his throat again. āThen what is it that I wonāt believe?ā
Kai took another sip of his drink.
Taehyun watched closely, silently praying that two hours at the gym hadnāt just gone to waste on a mango drink with a conscience.
Kai cleared his throat. āWell,ā he trailed off, āmy girlfriend really liked my abs during Love Language, so I thought I should try to keep them.ā
Taehyun blinked.
Then rubbed his ear, just to be sure.
āIām sorry,ā he said, rubbing it again, ācan you repeat that?ā
Kai looked like he was used to this. He slumped further into his seat.
āIām trying to keep my abs because my girlfriend likes them.ā
Taehyun stared straight into Kaiās eyes, searching desperately for a hint of humor.
There was none.
Which meant this had to be something else.
āYou donāt have to use a girlfriend as an excuse to better yourself,ā Taehyun said gently.
That had to be it. He must be embarrassedāstarting now, when everyone else had been working out for years.
Kai looked exasperated. āWhat exactly are you talking about?ā
Taehyun continued, āI understand that everyone around us has always pushed us to be fit, and you never listenedāwhich was completely fine, because you looked great without the muscle.ā He paused, meeting Kaiās eyes. āBut you donāt have to be embarrassed to admit you want to improve yourself now.ā
Kai stared at him.
Then leaned forward, rested his arms on the table, and took another sip of his drink.
āSure, hyung,ā he said dryly. āYou caught me. Iām using a fake girlfriend as an excuse to get abs so I can keep watching anime and gaming in my roomābut with abs.ā
Taehyun nodded, satisfied.
āThat makes sense,ā he said. āI meanāwhose love language is abs?ā
Kai stared at him blankly. āYeah,ā he said flatly. āSo weird.ā
Taehyun opened his mouth to comment on the tone when his phone rangāa reminder for an interview he had to film alongside Yeonjun.
He stood, holding the phone up to Kai, who waved him off casually.
Taehyun walked down the hallway toward the makeup room, already shaking his head.
The maknae having a girlfriend?
There was absolutely no way.
When Kai was training, he always kept a small emotional-support plushie with him.
It wasnāt separation anxietyāhe swapped them out often.
It wasnāt to stand out or earn points with the producers during training sessions, like some of the other trainees tried to do.
He simply liked having something small and soft nearby. A reminder that even when things felt overwhelming or bleak, there were still gentle, cute things in the world.
People teased him for it.
His sisters teased him.
His members teased him too.
But he always knew it came from a place of fondness, so he never took it to heart. It became just another thing about himāsomething he accepted with a shrug and a smile.
Which was why his heart had started beating faster when, during a video call, you noticed the plushies in the background.
And instead of commenting on how many there were, you asked if they all had names.
And stories.
You were the first person in his life who didnāt treat his plushies like something to laugh atābut like something that mattered.
What made it even better was that you had your own collection. A stash of stuffed animals you clearly adored just as much.
At the time, it felt like a small detail. Cute. Insignificant.
Later, it became something else entirely.
Something affectionately referred to as ā the co-parenting practiceā.
This happened every two to three weeks.
The two of you would meetāusually at your placeāand spend a few quiet hours together before exchanging plushies, so that you each left with a small piece of the other.
This week was no different.
In Kaiās hands was a Tuxedo Sam plushie you had given him, tucked carefully alongside the strawberry Molang plushie he planned to give you in return.
But that wasnāt all he was carrying.
In his bag were three of his comfiest hoodiesāchosen specifically because, just the other day, you had complained about how the womenās section never stocked properly oversized fits.
Kai wasnāt stupid. He had watched enough dramas to know that this was a thingāsomething you were supposed to do. Give someone your hoodies. Let them steal your warmth.
So he had spent a full ninety minutes standing in front of his closet, narrowing it down to his top three. He picked his favourite cologne, sprayed each hoodie lightly, then folded them neatly into the bag, placing the plushies on top like they were guarding them.
And somewhere between zipping the bag shut and slinging it over his shoulder, it hit him.
Thisāthisāwas what love meant.
Because he knew, without a doubt, that he would never do this for anyone else.
He quickly unlocked the door to his apartment and let himself in, immediately kicking off his shoes and hanging his jacket and mask on the designated hook you kept just for him.
He set his bag at the foot of the couch before heading to the kitchen to find you. Instead of greeting you properly, he opted to surprise you with a hug.
He couldnāt hide his smile when you flinched at the sudden contact.
āYou know I couldāve kicked you,ā you said, even as you melted into his embrace.
āYeah,ā Kai agreed easily, ābut then you wouldnāt be able to hug me, and youād feel bad.ā
You stopped stirring the pasta and turned to face him. āWell, that would be too bad, wouldnāt it.ā
He smiled down at you. āHi,ā he whispered.
āHi,ā you smiled back.
āAre you ready for the exchange?ā he asked, already looking forward to carrying another piece of you with him.
You nodded, placing a lid on the pot.
āSmells delicious, by the way,ā Kai added as he followed you into the living room.
The exchange went on as it always didāsoft smiles, familiar movements, comforting habits. In return for his Squirtle plushie, he received a bread plush with a tiny bow tie, accompanied by your quiet remark that it reminded you of him.
He, in turn, excitedly handed you the Molang plushie, which you immediately cooed over, praising how cute it was.
You were just as overjoyed with his hoodie selection, admitting that youād been eyeing his closet for a long time. Kai felt his heart warm as he helped you pull them on, one by one.
The meal that followed was delicious. Because of you, he had learned how amazing it was to eat something homemadeāsomething not packaged or ordered. He would happily eat your cooking no matter the consequences.
It was only when it came time to say goodbye that Kai found himself truly grateful for the arrangement the two of you had started. He couldnāt imagine not doing this with you.
He lingered in your doorway, procrastinating putting his jacket and shoes back on.
āOne more hug,ā he pleaded, making small grabby hands in your direction.
You smiled. āIāve been hugging you all day.ā
āThatās different,ā he argued. āThis is my goodbye hug.ā
You played along. āYouāre right. It would be unjust to let you go without one.ā
He opened his arms, already accepting you the moment you stepped into his space.
You shifted slightly in his embrace. He didnāt think much of itāuntil your voice came out muffled against his sweatshirt.
āHave you been working out?ā
He nodded, arms still wrapped around you. āYou said you liked my abs, and I figuredā¦ if you liked them, I might as well try to keep them a little longer.ā
You looked up at him. āYou know you donāt have to.ā
He hummed in agreement. āI know. But itās for youāand itās not a big deal either.ā
āAre you sure?ā you asked.
He smiled and nodded, pulling you even closer.
āIt even let me tell Taehyun about you,ā he added after a moment, loosening his hold just enough to let you breathe.
āDid he believe you?ā you asked.
āNo,ā Kai said, a little dejected.
You giggled. āYouād think heād be the one to figure it out.ā
āYouād think,ā Kai sighed, finally moving to put his shoes on.
āItās okay,ā you said, handing him his jacket. āWeāll tell them together?ā
He nodded, slipping it on and grabbing the bag that held his childrenāread: plushies.
He paused, looking at you. āOne more hug before I leave?ā
You smiled and indulged him.
Kai decided he wouldnāt mind staying in your embrace forever.
THE ONE TIME : WHY WERE YOUR LIPS MOVING LIKE THAT ?
Kai decided that everyone around him was, frankly, dumb.
There was no other explanation. No universe in which four grown men could repeatedly fail to comprehend the very simple fact that he had a girlfriendāespecially when he had spelled it out for them. Slowly. Clearly. Multiple times.
And yet.
They accused him of having everything but a girlfriend and moved on as if it never happened.
Which was why Kai decided it was time to test their cognitive skills.
By inviting you to the dorm.
The plan was simple. Heād call you over, the two of you would hang out in his room, and that would be that. Undeniable proof. Visual confirmation. Case closed.
It started well enough. Despite everyone having the day off, the dormās common areas were eerily empty, which made it easy for Kai to sneak you inside and coax you down the hallway to his room without running into anyone.
Heād planned the afternoon meticulously. Snacks were arranged neatly on his desk. His laptop was fully charged. His bed had been transformed into the coziest possible setupāplushies piled high, hoodies layered over the mattress for extra comfort. He was nothing if not prepared.
And honestly? The day went well.
It was a little awkward at firstāKai adjusting to the reality of having a girl in his room, you adjusting to the fact that you were in your boyfriendās roomābut somewhere between the soft giggles, the easy conversation, and eventually curling up together on his bed, the nerves melted away.
Two hours slipped by without either of you noticing.
You talked. You scrolled on your phones in companionable silence. Eventually, you settled in properly, choosing My Neighbour Totoroāa mutual favoriteāand letting the movie play as you cozied closer together.
At some point during the film, Kai realized he had stopped paying attention entirely.
Totoro moved across the screen, the gentle music swelling and fading, but Kai couldnāt tell you what was happening anymore. His attention had driftedāquietly, naturallyāaway from the movie and onto you.
You were tucked into his side, knees drawn up slightly, your head resting against his shoulder like it belonged there. One of his hoodies swallowed you whole, sleeves covering your hands, fabric bunching up around your neck. Every now and then, you shifted closer without thinking, chasing warmth.
Kai swallowed.
He told himself to look back at the screen. He really did. But then you laughed softly at somethingābarely louder than a breathāand the sound settled right into his chest.
He glanced down.
Bad idea.
Your face was relaxed, eyes reflecting the soft glow of the screen, lips slightly parted in concentration. Kai felt something twist low in his stomach, unfamiliar and dizzying. He adjusted his arm around you, intending only to get comfortable.
Instead, you leaned into the touch.
Your head tipped just enough for your cheek to brush his collarbone, and Kai froze. His heart began to race, loud enough that he was convinced you could hear it. He held his breath, waiting to see if youād pull away.
You didnāt.
Minutes passed. Or seconds. Kai wasnāt sure anymore. The space between your faces felt suddenly noticeableācharged in a way that made his palms sweat. He could feel your breathing, slow and steady, syncing with his own despite his best efforts to stay calm.
You tilted your head up slightly, eyes flicking from the screen to his face.
āKai?ā you murmured, barely audible over the movie.
āYeah?ā His voice came out softer than he intended.
āI think you stopped watching,ā you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.
He huffed out a quiet, nervous laugh. āI think I did.ā
Your gaze lingered. Too long to be accidental. The air between you felt heavy, expectant, like it was waiting for something to happen.
Kai leaned in before he could overthink it.
Slowly. Carefully. Giving you time to pull away.
You didnāt.
Instead, you met him halfway.
The kiss was gentleāsoft and hesitant, like the two of you were still figuring out how to exist in this moment. Your lips fit against his in a way that made his thoughts scatter completely, warmth blooming through his chest.
Someone on-screen said something profound.
Neither of you noticed.
The kiss lingered.
At first, neither of you movedālike you were both waiting to see if the moment would disappear if you shifted even slightly. Kaiās lips stayed against yours, warm and careful, his breath shallow. He could feel the way your hands tightened just a little in the fabric of his hoodie, like you were anchoring yourself there.
Then you leaned in again.
Just a fraction closer. Just enough.
Kai followed instinctively this time, his hand sliding from where it rested awkwardly at your side to your waist, fingers curling into the oversized hoodie. The movement was slow, almost shy, like he was asking permission with every inch.
Your lips parted slightly, and his heart stuttered.
The kiss deepenedānot suddenly, not dramaticallyābut naturally, like it had always been meant to get here. It was still gentle, still sweet, but warmer now. More intentional. Kai tilted his head, kissing you again, softer this time, slower, like he was trying to memorize the feeling.
He pulled back just enough for his forehead to rest against yours.
You were close enough that he could feel your breath, hear the tiny sound you made when you inhaled.
āSorry,ā he whispered instinctively, even though he didnāt know what he was apologizing for.
You smiled, brushing your nose against his. āDonāt be.ā
That was all it took.
Kai kissed you again, a little more confident now, his thumb moving absentmindedly at your waist. The world outside his roomāpractice, schedules, his members, the whole ridiculous planāfelt impossibly far away.
Right now, it was just this.
You. Him. The quiet glow of the movie still playing, completely forgotten.
And for the first time since inviting you over, Kai thought distantly:
Yeah. This was a really good idea.
ā¦Which was, unfortunately, exactly what happened.
Somewhere between kissing you and getting completely lost in it, Kai failed to register the footsteps outside his door. He didnāt notice the handle turning. Didnāt hear the door creak open. Didnāt even process Beomgyuās voice starting to say something about practice being moved to today.
Not until the scream.
It was loud. Sharp. Horrified.
Kai froze.
Time stalled in the worst way possibleāhis lips still barely parted, his hand still at your waist, the world crashing back into place all at once.
Kai broke the kiss and looked down at you, trying to make sure you were okay. He was about to ask when another scream tore from Beomgyu.
āCan you stop screaming, hyung?ā Kai said, annoyance creeping into his voice.
Beomgyu just stared, eyes wide. āYouāā He pointed a trembling finger at Kai. āWhat the hell were your lips doing?ā
Kai opened his mouth to retortābut was interrupted as Yeonjun appeared, dragging a half-asleep Soobin behind him.
āWhat happened?ā Yeonjun asked, out of breath.
His gaze followed Beomgyuās finger, landing on Kaiā¦ and youā¦ in his bed. His eyes widened, and he dragged Soobin closer to see for himself.
The two eldest gulped, then simultaneously turned to Kai. āSheās real,ā they said at the exact same time.
Eerie, Kai thought.
Then Taehyun appeared, peeked insideāand Kai watched the most unfazed member of the groupās jaw drop.
He was about to speak, but Soobin cleared his throat before he could.
āGroup meetingā¦ in the living room. Now.ā His leader's tone made it clear this was going to be serious.
Soobin then turned to you. āYouā¦ should also come,ā he stammered, clearly untrained in handling the concept of a girl in the maknaeās room.
Soobin quickly dragged the members to the living room, muttering something about āletting the youngest get a decentāā The words sounded pained as they left his mouth.
Kai wanted to yell back that nothing inappropriate was happening, but he quickly realized that wouldnāt mean anything to them.
He turned to face you, bracing for shock or awkwardnessāemotions he knew heād beat himself up for causing. Instead, he found your face carefully composed, tryingāand failingāto suppress a laugh.
You let out a small burst of laughter. āWell, I guess they know now.ā
Kai relaxed slightly. āI guess they do.ā
You turned to him, smiling. āShall we go?ā
Kai nodded, helping you out of the cozy nest of his bed and holding your hand as you stood.
He led you to the living room, where his four older members were whispering and pointing at each other, clearly in the middle of a heated debate.
Kai cleared his throat, catching everyoneās attention. āHello,ā he said, bowing slightly as if this were some formal interview. He held up your joined hands. āThis is my girlfriend.ā
You smiled, raising your free hand to wave. āItās so nice to meet you! Iāve heard so many things about you.ā
The four boys stared at you as if you were a unicorn.
āYou're real?ā Beomgyu asked.
You nodded, āI would hope so,ā
Soobin snapped back into reality.
āSit,ā he gestured to the couple that he could barely make eye contact with.
Kai let you sit down and settle first before sitting beside you.
Yeonjun cleared his throat, āYou werenāt lying when you said you were going to Hadilao to see your girlfriend?āĀ
Kai nodded.
Soobin chimed in, āAnd you were watching Kimi No Todoke because she wanted you to watch it?ā
Kai nodded again.
Beomgyu looked Kai in the eye, āTo be clear, you wrote Dance with You for her?ā
Kai pursed his lips and nodded, remembering all the glances Beomfyu would give him any time they would pass a female sunbae.
Taehyun stared at him, āYou were training to get abs because of her?ā
Kai let out a hum of agreement.
A collective āohā let out by the group.
Beomgyu turned back to you, eyes wide. āSoā¦ sheās real. And heāsā¦ yours?ā His voice trembled slightly, as if this revelation were too big to process.
Kai, unfazed, simply nodded and gave your hand a small squeeze. āYep. All hers.ā
The room went silent for a moment, each member letting the information sink in. Then, almost simultaneously, Yeonjun and Beomgyu groaned in unison.
āThis is so embarrassing for him,ā Beomgyu muttered.
āAnd for us!ā Yeonjun added, throwing his head back dramatically.
Soobin finally broke the silence, sighing heavily. āAlright. New rule: no more accidental walk-ins. And Kaiā¦ maybe give us a heads-up before your āromance escapadesā escalate again.ā
Kaiās ears turned red. āThatās not what was happening!ā
Beomgyu shook his head, pointing a finger at him. āNo, that was exactly what was happening. Iām the one who had the misfortune of watching.ā
Kai opened his mouth to argue, but was interrupted by Taehyun, who leaned forward with an unexpectedly serious expression. āAre youā¦ happy with each other?ā
You blinked, taken off guard by the sudden shift in mood. Clearing your throat, you smiled softly. āYeahā¦ I think Iām the happiest Iāve ever been when Iām with Kai.ā
Kaiās chest fluttered. He leaned forward and pressed a small, tender kiss onto your intertwined hands.
Then came the gagging noises.
Kai didnāt care.
Because no matter what the worldāor his membersāthought, he was very much in love with his (very much real!) girlfriend.
Beomgyu and you have been together for six monthsāand there
is still so much to discover about each othersā bodies. So when you suggest spending New Yearās Eve pretending to be the victim of a home invasion and him a dangerous intruder eager to defile you, Beomgyu immediately agrees. The problem is that the man between your legs does not sound like Beomgyu, does not touch you like Beomgyu, and does not fuck you like him either.
You are in great trouble.
ā Ż genre: smut, yandere.
ā Ż word count: 10.6k
ā ŻMDNI
ā Ż warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ā dom!hueningkai x reader - yandere!hk - ghostface!hk - lightsub!bg - major character death (or not?...) - light mxm (v. end of the story and less than a line) - choking - overstimulation - sadism - cnc - unconventional!voyeurism! - blood - knife play - slapping - loser!kai - some lightsub!kai - kai is kinda gross at the end - fear play - no safeword - kai and bg are in a rock band! - nothing is what it seems.
ā Ż additional notes: thereās a part where mc bashes communicating clearly their sexual needs to their partner. DO NOT EVER DO THIS!!! ALWAYS communicate what you want and make sure to engage in sexual relationships not only with people who can consent and want you, but also make sure to tell them what you want!!! thatās hot!! i do not endorse engaging in cnc irl with no good boundaries or safewords. this is all fiction. alsooo it's is my first tagging sth in tumblr so if im missing a warning plz let me know. finally english is not my native language. lmk about any errors and plz be kind!
In all of your years dating, nobody has made you feel the way Beomgyu does.Ā
He unleashes in you an easygoingness and silliness that you deemed long forgotten. Ever since he walked you to your house after a night drinking with friends, you started sensing your barriers faltering. You used to walk a good distance away from people, always so adamant about your personal space; with Beomgyu, your fingers were gracing his as you walked. You used to nod and give advice to your friends, keeping your worries clumped inside your heart so as to not overwhelm them; with Beomgyu you talked about all that stress in your work and your relationships, finding the glint in his eyes safe and your mouth eager to talk and talk and talk. You used to maintain a calm and neutral expression no matter the situation; with Beomgyu you cackled until tears filled your eyes and you doubled over yourself while he clapped and laughed in unison, somehow being louder than you. And when the multiple attempts at goodbye that ended prolonging into silly talks (Did you get to see Soobinās LOL shirt? Yes! Wasnāt it hideous? You literally have a matching one, Beomgyu.) became a shortening distance that led to your mouths watering at the prospect of kissing each other, you knew you were helpless. Ever since that kiss, youāve lived a most perfect relationship. Well, almost perfect. You were terrible at sex, always so awkward and stiff whenever he touched you. Always pushing him away or blocking his entry every time he tried to explore a new crook and cranny of your body. You have sighed in his presence multiple times, claiming he should leave you. Instead he kissed your face until you relaxed, later asking for permission to continue. He usually proceeds to dissolve you into giggles as he leaves open mouthed kisses from your jaw to your navel, reassuring you that it did not have to go any further than kissing. And each time he says it with such detainment, with such patience in his doe brown eyes, that it softens any anxiety you had about yourself, his pleasure or yours. There is still so much to discover about your bodies and you canāt think of a better person than your boyfriend to spend all those magical moments with: all the times you actually have soft and mushy and sweet penetrative sex and all the times you are left craving something different.
Which is why you decide to trust him with something as messed up as this.Ā
The creeping anxiety you feel every time you have sex with Beomgyu came after a big realization that you are into cnc. It started as a simple thought when you were about to head to your bathroom to do your night routine and you heard a weird noise outside your door. Your hyperactive mind made you imagine the worst scenarios. An intruder. A serial killer. An intruder serial killer. Shakily, you opened the door, your thumb lingering over the call button to emergency services. All the lights were on, exactly as you liked them. Your bathroom was empty and with the door open, exactly as you had left it before entering your bedroom. Your living room, which was on the floor beneath, was as quiet and as solitary as you had originally last seen it. The only thing that was different was that your Corgi, Sputnik, was in front of your door, having dragged its bed from the window at the end of your hallway. You left out a huff. That dog was always giving you heart attacks. But as you went through your night routine you kept thinking about the possibility of a stranger jumping out of your shower or seizing you in the middle of the hallway, just before you entered the room. It wasnāt until you were lying down in your bed, glad that you had not been murdered, that you realized how much you liked the fantasy of being grabbed and taken by surprise. Say, when you were making some tea in the kitchen or maybe when you just finished brushing your teeth. It didnāt matter as long as you were touched with no serious warningā¦ It took a lot of reading (filth) and soul searching to accept your desire from what it was. So when you shared your desire to Beomgyu the next time you tensed at his touch, you found nothing but the same patience in his doe brown eyes and the reassurance that there was nothing broken within you.Ā
After multiple conversations and thorough research, you both decided to make your fantasy come true on New Yearās Eve. Beomgyu would make noises in the living room. You would go downstairs, faking caution. Everything would be in disarray but you would pretend it was exactly as you left it. You would go to the kitchen to make some tea to ease your nerves and at the most minimal sound you would whip your head back, expecting to find a stranger only to find your living room as empty as before. He would wait until you finished your tea and the moment you set it on the sink he would wrap his arm around your neck and hold you against his body. You would try to scratch his hand away from you, your nails getting deeper into his flesh but he would still find a way to get his hand inside your pants and force you to welcome him. The idea was so thrilling that the week leading up to the scene all you needed was to close your eyes and you felt as if you were already there: his fingers as he entered you, finding you so warm and slippery, dripping all over his palm and moaning at the slightest touch; Beomgyu pulling out a plastic knife, looking down at you with that evil glint and that condescending tone reserved for his friends, Greedy little creature. Couldnāt wait to give me a cozy welcome, huh? You would try to get the knife out of his grasp only to be subdued. And as he stripped you and manhandled you, he would force you to take it, pliant girl in his arms, eager to be fucked out of her shame.Ā
But first you needed to prepare. And you are exhaustive. On New Year's Eve you clean the house from top to bottom, you hit up all your friends and family making a bullshit excuse about needing some detox from your phone and asking them to refrain from calling you once the clock hits twelve. Meanwhile you are texting Beomgyu the silliest updates such as I was deep cleaning the couch and I found your avocado socks. I think its been there for like longer weve been dating bro and Can you bring strawberries and mangoes and boiled chestnuts and melonas so we can stuff ourselves after fucking as well as Bro what if u end up throwing sth off from the balcony. To which he replied, baby why tf would we fuck on the balcony?Ā
Idk, u r kinda random
And u arenāt. dw. the balcony is not one of our main locations unless u wanna get fucked half leaning on the railing and half on the air
bro u are not strong enough to carry my handbag w/o breaking a sweat, my beautiful princess.
BROOOOOOOOOO
Once you park in front of the apartment complex, you smile at Beomgyuās mini crashout: multiple memes and emojis and even some reels he dmād you where he goes from admitting heās a princess to categorically denying it. He even sent you a picture of his biceps as proof that a princess wouldnāt be this jacked. iām the real work out zzzzang to which you reply with a picture of yourself and Sputnik, in the passenger seat. Dropping her off to your bestie.Ā Beomgyu hearts it and like your perfect boyfriend who is never able to let anything go, he texts one last time sputnik is the real princess.Ā
That last bit is very true, and in fact, the reason why you hesitate bringing her to Kai. He is Beomgyuās best friend, bandmate (Beomgyu is the lead guitarist and Kai plays the drums), and the only one with the availability to take care of Sputnik that night. The last thing you want is Sputnik barking your ears off as you and Beomgyu fucked or worst, confuse Beomgyu for an assailant and ruin your sexy fun with a very non-sexy bite. Also, it helps that Kai is just ten minutes driving, which you had no idea until that very moment. Your neighbor right across from you is the only person close in at least 16 kilometers but surprisingly Kaiās even closer than the second person closest to you, your very annoying but lovely best friend, Yeonjun. As Kai buzzes you in, at least you have the reassurance that Sputnik loves him. You bumped into him a week ago in the park closest to your house while babysitting your nieces. Sputnik spent the whole time licking him and nuzzling against his leg while your nieces kept asking him to play prince, especially when they saw squirrels, pigeons and even butterflies approaching him. You have to agree with them that Kai seems like a prince right out of one of their fairytalesāface, height, body, kindness, uncanny ability to pull animals. Even down to his character flaws.Ā
When Kai opens the door to his apartment, you are pushing that thought to the furthest corner of your mind.
āThanks for agreeing to take care of Sputnik!ā You take an egg tart out of your purse. When Kai sees you trying to juggle your dog and the dessert in your very busy hands, he gently tugs Sputnik out of your grasp and then the bag with your dogās food and toys. āFor you. Beomgyu told me you wouldnāt take any money so.ā
He looks at it for a second before he puts Sputnikās bag on the floor. He takes the egg tart with his two hands. God, what a cutie patootie. āItās really no problem noona. Dogs are my favorite pets.ā You let that sit for a second. Thatās off. You couldāve sworn Beomgyu told you he prefers cats all the way. āI am just staying home so I have the time to do this.āĀ
You nod, finally getting a good look at him. Heās in a white hoodie and gray joggers, cozy and youthful, especially with his silky platinum hair. Just looking at his face you are brought back to that afternoon he spent with your nieces where he stayed up to an hour playing with them and an extra hour helping you calm them down when they couldnāt find their toys. He didn't have to do it then just like he doesnāt have to do this now. You donāt mean to be insistent but you feel bad his New Yearās Eve plans are taking care of your dog because you want to fulfill your dirtiest fantasy. āItās no issue if you canāt take care of Sputnik. With the fireworks and all, it could be a real hassle. Also feel free to say no even later if plans also come up. I wonāt be mad.āĀ
He chuckles. An airy and light sound. It instantly dazzles you.Ā
āItās ok noona. My sisters are here so theyāll help me take care of Sputnik. They always wanted to take care of a Corgi.ā He pets Sputnik between her ears, right on the spot that makes her move her back leg in absolute joy. Thatās impressive. Not even you reach her favorite spot that quickly. Well, maybe dogs are his favorite pets after all. āI never mind helping you so if you need anything, just let me know.āĀ
āSame, Hyuka. If you need something, just let noona know.ā You are about to turn around. You should probably turn around but your mouth has always reasoned faster than your brain. āItās no good to keep things bottled up.āĀ
You try to ignore the awkwardness in your voice and repress a shudder from your attempts at being nicer and more communicative. Thankfully, you donāt fully notice his reaction because your alarm goes off, telling you itās time to get ready. Shit. Shit. Shit. You are so behind.Ā
āThank you noona.āĀ
āOf course!āĀ
You say goodbye to him and Sputnik, who barely even looks at you. She is fascinated with Kai, wagging her tail and trying to jump into his arms. That dog would die for you any given day but apparently not if prince Kai is around.Ā
Before you reach the elevator, you hear. āNoona?ā
āYes?ā
āHappy New Year!āĀ
āHappy New Year to you too!ā The elevator rings open and you wave one last time at Sputnik, who still is not looking at you, and at Kai, who is leaning against the threshold, calm eyes and a toothless grin. āSee you next year!ā
Once you are in the elevator, you groan and cringe at your leisure. What a lame joke to make, especially to your boyfriendās best friend. He probably wonāt remember it in five minutes but you are still trying to shake the bits of awkwardness off your body as you look in the rearview mirror. Somewhere between your furrowed eyebrows and your stiff cheeks there is a semblance of a semi functional human capable of acting in the parameters of normalcy. Sure. Yeah. Of course there is.Ā Ā
You repeat that to yourself until the rest of the afternoon is gone in a wink. Next thing you know you are stepping out of the shower and into your bedroom to get ready. Despite assuming that Beomgyu would prefer you in a lacy bodycon, he admitted liking you better in shorts and a see through t-shirt way too small for your body. No bra. No panties. Last time he texted you, he gave in to your questioning and admitted heās coming dressed in all black, though he refused to share what items exactly heās wearing. His outfit is one of the things you have not meticulously planned as Beomgyu begged to surprise you. You agreed, fighting the urge to send him links to outfits that best matched your fantasy but unable to stop your restlessness. You trust him enough to know you like him with his hair pushed back, with his arms showing, with gloves but his fingers bare, so you could feel the calluses that make it easier to play guitar and now to play you, with you, in this lonely house, where nobody suspects what he will be putting you through. You are forced to take a sharp inhale. Oh Beomgyuā¦Ā
And then you hear him, pushing and shuffling the furniture in your living room.Ā
Your heart stammers against your ribcage as you finish up. You look at your phone and find a text from Beomgyu from an hour ago, saying did u meet lea and bahiyyih? arenāt they copies of each other? did u like their place? To which you frown, isn't that kaiās place? But when you hear the buzz of Beomgyuās phone and a table being dragged, you are pushing down the increasing worriedness of having dropped off Sputnik not at Kaiās apartment, but at Kaiās sistersā apartment, so you could get fucked. Itās ok. Youāll get them something nice in return. You need this so bad.
You open the door of your bedroom, sweaty palms against the cool of the doorknob.Ā
āHello?ā
Through the closed doors of your balcony, you hear a lonely cricket chirp instead.
You gulp the lump in your throat, the stairs creaking as you go down. The darkness in your living room makes you dizzy. You can make out the things Beomgyu has moved. He has dragged your couch and put it in front of your shelf and shifted your room divider from separating your entrance and your living room to blocking your view of an armchair and partially of your desk. You clutch to the rail, trying to contain your giggles as your eyes pace through the room and back to the room divider, trying to find what shape in the dark was your boyfriend. When you fail you are left with no other choice but to sigh. āGuess I must be hearing things.ā
You think you hear him snort but it might as well be a noise from outside.Ā
You head to the kitchen, grab a mug, drop your favorite tea bag in it and pour some hot water you left boiling as you showered. All of this you do with a forced patience. Inside you are a ball of excitement, the mug almost slipping from your fingers multiple times. What is Beomgyu thinking as he hears the clack of your mug against the kitchen counter? What if he isnāt hiding behind the room divider but behind your desk? What if heās gripping his own clothes so tight he is scratching himself, so tight his fingers are going numb, so tight heās deluding his frantic brain he is touching you instead?Ā
You gulp the first sip of your tea. Then, something in the air feels different behind you; Beomgyu has gotten closer to you. The force with which your blood travels through your veins dizzies you. You clutch to the mug.Ā
āWhoās in there?ā
Ā But you donāt turn around. You are not sure if that is the line you both wrote in the script but you feel crazy with expectation as you sense the heat coming from his body and see his shadow on the counter, engulfing yours.Ā
Itās time.Ā
You grab the mug to put it in the sink but right before you get to place it, Beomgyuās biceps are against your throat, pressing you against his body. You barely register the clack the ceramic makes against the sink or your exhale which he cuts short. The pressure makes youĀ lightheaded and you bite your lip to repress a moan. Fuck yes.Ā
He holds you there for a couple seconds and as you stay in his arms you notice he seems to be wearing a sort ofā¦ black robe?Ā
Your heart jumps to your throat and stammers against his grip when you feel the coldness of a mask against your ear. No. No, he didnāt.Ā
āIs this your favorite horror movie?ā
You tense at hearing the Ghostface voice. How committed is Beomgyu he even got a voice changer? Meanwhile, his hands are getting inside your panties and you feel this cold and perfectly smooth texture tracing your foldsāit is nothing like his lukewarm and hard but real hands.Ā
So he must be wearing gloves. Latex gloves.Ā
Itās not what you wanted but itās perfect.Ā
āGreedy little creature. Couldnāt wait to give me a cozy welcome, huh?āĀ
You nod enthusiastically until you remember the next line in the script. Who are you? What do you want from me? You thrash against him, shaking your head in the best no you can muster despite all that enthusiasm. āWho are you? What do you want from me?āĀ
āI am a guest.ā His hand starts rubbing your clit, the full pad of his index pressing in fully only so a second later he is barely touching it, the pressure so light and fast you are digging your nails into his thighs. When you melt into his rhythm he is gone, tracing the shape of your navel instead. āWhoās been waiting patiently to be invited but had to do something about this when you just kept forgetting.āĀ
āI would neverāahā I would never invite a perā¦ a per-pervert like you.āĀ
He chuckles, a little airy, a little high pitched. It is not a sound you are used to from Beomgyu. You fucking love this is unlocking a new side of himself. āIs that so?āĀ
And right in cue, he pulls out the knife.Ā
It is this plastic prop you got from a website that specializes in these types of fantasies. Beomgyu teased you mercilessly when he saw you had the page saved in your favorites. You wonder now, as he presses the dull edge against your thin shirt and his right hand slightly shakes, if he would dare to tease you now.Ā
āCat got your tongue?ā He asks.
āPlease donāt hurt me.āĀ
āThen you better make me feel at home here, right, sweetheart?āĀ
You pull the knife out of his clutch, a flash of pain when the edge scratches your palm. You take advantage of the room he is giving you to āescapeā his grasp but at the end of the day you are bypassing your door in favor of the couch. Beomgyu is pushing you down immediately, his hands pining your wrists with one gloved hand while the other lifts your shirt up to your chin, too eager to take it off. You move against him and his hold is loose enough you can shake him out if you want to. You look up at him and find the ghost face mask staring at you in mocking desperation (you still canāt believe he actually went it, he is fucking insane). And though your face may show you mortified, you dig your wristbones deeper against the couch. You will either die or kill him if he dares to stop.Ā
Instead Beomgyu is all over you. Flicking your nipples over and over again until you are wincing; pressing his palm against your throat enough so you are not freaking out but enough you are wheezing; grinding against you so ruthlessly your shorts are getting wet and his robe is bunching up around his hips. It feels so good to make the shape of his dick through all of those layers, so good you are digging your nails into his thighs again and stretching your head backwards, the shelf filled with photos as well as all his gifts coming and disappearing behind your fluttering eyelids. He is smiling so sweetly at you in all of those pictures. He spent hours choosing every plushy and book and CD. Who would believe he is capable of giving you so much pain?Ā
When his fingers enter your mouth, you smile, sucking on them eagerly and then letting him make you choke on them. Your own gagging gets you wetter and wetter and it makes you move more desperately against him. Fuck. You hope he will call you something soon. Bad girl. Slut. Whore. Cum bucket. You grab at his wrist, picturing down to the slight slur he will use to call youāyou are so lost in all the pleasure from your body and your mind that you donāt notice youāve been biting him enough to make a hole in one of the fingers. And in your jest, you donāt realize you are pulling the glove off with your teeth, eager to taste his skin.Ā
Your own savagery seems to turn him on because he gets rid of his other glove and he is squeezing your sides, almost as if he believed you were dough he could condense, twist and pull at his leisure. It is amazing. It feels amazing. But his hands are cold and something about how he touches you is so new you are squirming, especially when he touches your navel. You donāt pin what exactly it is until you notice that neither the tips of his right index, middle or pinky have a callus; his right thumb does. And when he touches your upper thigh, nearing your core, you notice his left thumb is suddenly callused too.
When he starts rubbing fast and light circles in your clit you are aching with the certainty that those are not your boyfriendās hands.Ā
āBeomgyu?ā As if you have punched him with that name, he flinches away. āOh my god, oh my god, oh myāāĀ
You donāt finish your own sentence before you are pulling down your shirt and pulling up your shorts, sprinting towards the door and grabbing your car keys. Of course your only neighbor has to be throwing a party tonight. No matter. You can get to Kaiās in seven minutes if you press the accelerator all the way to him. But just as you crack your door open, the stranger pushes it close. You push past him, past your coat rack and your room divider planning to grab the Cupid and Psyche statue on the coffee table to break the window open. You are just grasping it when you turn back, unsettled you donāt hear the stranger behind you. Instead you find your knocked out room divider on the floor and a shape on a chair that immediately catches your eye.Ā
All the while the stranger is leaning against the door. āKinda cold to not even spare a look at him.āĀ
Hands behind his back, ankles against the chair legs, a gag in his mouth and his head sagging between his shoulders. It doesnāt even compute to you who you are seeing until you see the sweet curve of his puffy cheeks, his short black bangs over his nose and his white short sleeve shirt soaked in his blood.Ā
The stranger adds, āHe has never looked better.āĀ
Your body starts shaking uncontrollably as you soak in Beomgyu, the only man you believed his promises of unconditional love and companionship, on that chair.Ā
You kneel by his side, facing the intruder and immediately looking for the pulse point in Beomgyuās neck, and then in his wrist. No. No. Your fingers dig into his skin. You think you feel a throb. Your tears start falling on the arm chair, on his jeans. You try it all again. From the corner of your eye, you see the intruder shifting closer to you. You take a step back, clutching Beomgyu's wrist.Ā
āThe only thing you are doing is feeling your own pulse, sweetie. Or is it his?āĀ
āWhat did you do to him?āĀ
The mask stares at you right back.Ā
āWhat did you do?ā You scream, your voice cracking and getting hoarse because of the tears. Your anger only grows as you clasp the statue.Ā Ā
āI made him perfect for you.āĀ
You arenāt thinking about how he will hit you when you launch at him. You arenāt thinking about how your screams will be muffled by the music from your neighborās party.Ā You arenāt even thinking about where you will hit him and if you actually manage it to land where you want it. You hear him groan and then you hear a thud. You are shaking, a crazy unadulterated ball of energy in his arms he fails to contain until he grabs you by your forearms. The only thing you are thinking is that if he doesnāt let you go then you wonāt let him go unscarred. Thus, you grab his hood and pull it off.Ā
First you make the end of a pointy nose, then you notice the outline of a sharp jaw, finally you notice the flat bangs of platinum hair covering his eyes.Ā
When he straightens his posture, meeting your stare, you are sure at any point youāll start heaving.Ā
āKai?āĀ
Nothing is behind the eyes of Beomgyuās best friend if maybe not boredom. Perhaps some apathy.Ā
āHello.āĀ
āIs he dead?āĀ
He chuckles, passing a hand through his face. You hate the casualty of that gesture. You did not tell him a joke. You have not just finished playfighting with him.Ā
āIs he?ā You press and you sound so soft it disgusts you. Even in the midst of this you canāt help but try to talk to him with the same sweetness you had for him this afternoon when you gave him Sputnik. Fuck, did he do anything to her too? āHow could you do this to him?āĀ
āIād say I have gone easy on him.ā
āW-what?ā
āHe was so easy to attack. Didnāt put up too much of a fight.ā He goes past you and circles around Beomgyu, caressing from his left to his right shoulder and playing with the ends of his hair. āTook my knife so well too.āĀ
You double over yourself, holding onto the wall. When did he attack him? How come you didnāt hear a thing?
āKai, what have you done?ā
His voice lacks the teasing edge of Beomgyuās. Rather, he speaks matter-of-factly, standing in the living room in alarming stillness. āShow you how much I like you. I always loved that hateful look in your eyes. It was the first thing that attracted me to you.ā He passes a hand through Beomgyuās hair and his head is so pliant to the touch that it easily falls back against the headrest. Oh, he is dead, isnāt he? āYou have no idea how much I hated to see it go away by this clown. I loved the way you would talk to people as if they were beneath you. The way you would sit and listen to them as if they were wasting your time. I took care of every single one who was not grateful for it.āĀ
You are immediately brought back to Kai sitting with you at the park with your two nieces. He had sat with you on the bench, claiming he was in the area because of his sisters. And he had watched with a smile while your nieces dragged you to filth, one of them calling you ugly just to get a rise out of you.Ā
Your heart sinks to your belly.Ā
āHow many people have you hurt?āĀ
āDonāt worry. Your nieces are fine.ā Your temperature drops. You canāt keep a straight face to save your life. āI punish them according to how much they hurt you. I made sure to hide your niecesā toys behind a bush after calling you ugly and I did this to Beomgyu for ruining you. Ever since he introduced us I wanted to be the one to erase the hate in your eyes but every time he just had to get in the way. So I did the only thing that could bring that hate back. First I tried entering your house but your dog made it so much harder. Though I must say, I am glad it put us on the same page.ā You arenāt sure you are breathing for a full second. Kaiātrying to enter your house, your dog, the beginning of realizing your desires. He is lying. He must be. But then how does he know about it when you didnāt even say this to even Beomgyu himself? āNow Iāll be able to erase it and once I am done with you, youāll be filled with my love.ā
Ha. Fucking weirdo. He could keep on dreaming. Not even in your next life would you let him breathe in your general direction.Ā
Determined, you twist the doorknob and pull but as you are crossing the threshold, he is kicking you behind your knee, making you wobble and ultimately fall. He wraps his arm around your belly, pressing your back against his chest and effectively dragging you out of the way as he closes the door, locks it and throws your car keys somewhere you donāt see. He coos at your expressionāat your deep scowl and the tears that you still refuse to let go. āIām sorry noona. I donāt like hitting you but I like you so much I canāt let you ruin this for us.āĀ
And as if he canāt get any grosser, any more pathetic, he buries his head on the gap between your face and your shoulder, sniffling your pulse point as he rubs against your ass.Ā
You cringe the moment he starts and it only gets worse when he is panting against your ear, a desperate sound that startles you. His hands knead your hips, and the more strength he puts into his touch, the harder he is humping you. Every time he exhales you expect the wet trace of his tongue, his saliva sticking to your skin, but it is just his warm breath against your skin and the certainty that he is going to leave you all sticky any second now. You want nothing more than to wretch.Ā
āNoona,ā he moans, āNoona, do you hate me?āĀ
āWhat do you think?ā
The moment you finish your sentence he is tensing against you, and he lets out a high pitch sound that makes you groan out of disgust. He lays his cheek against your back.Ā
āI think Iām having my favorite noona back.ā
Ā He keeps thrusting at leisure and the more you crawl away from him the tighter his hold gets. It isnāt until you pant, feeling crazy this is where your night is taking you, crazy that the man you trusted is going cold in a chair behind you and crazy that the man your boyfriend trusted is using you with this desperation, that Kai is trembling, bunching your shirt in his fist and scratching your belly with his dull nails.Ā
āNoona,ā he moans, āNoona, noona, noona, noona.āĀ
You go from feeling his dick twitching to feeling it still and leak into your shorts.Ā
Even if you end up dying, you have to at least try to leave.Ā
The moment his grip loosens, you elbow his stomach. The strike knocks him backwards and you try your best to jump over him, avoiding his hands. You think you may have landed over his arm at the way he winces but you donāt stop. In fact, the only time you hesitate is when you get close to Beomgyuās chair, and you go back and forth between untying him or grabbing one of the picture frames; you end up choosing the latter. If he is unconscious then it is better for you to run for your life and try to get help for the both of you. You throw the picture frame against the window and you try to stop yourself from shaking when you see it bounce back. It is a tampered laminated glass, preferring an extra strong one because you were exhausted that the kids in your neighborhood always broke your previous single-plane windows with their flying soccer balls or baseballs. You throw other stuff at it: an ashtray, a flower vase, a mug, and then a plate. Everything shatters or bounces back. You turn on your feet, finding Kai on the same spot though heās tipping his head back, looking at you upside down. All you perceive is his long lashes and a sweet smileālingering, almost breathless. The moment you drop your gaze you find he is caressing a spot right below his shoulder though not with particular soothingness.Ā
āI want to feel the pain you give me, noona. I like whatever you give me.ā You cut yourself mid shudder. You canāt let him get to your brain. You canāt let him get away with it. You sprint towards the stairs to which he chuckles in delight. āSo this is how we are doing this? Oh, you run very fast!āĀ
āFuck you, bastard!āĀ
To your horror, he immediately incorporates and even in your daze you see how immersed and fast his gait is as he gets to the bottom of the stairs in a matter of seconds. You look at the string leading to the attic, wondering if youāll be fast enough to pull it and if he wonāt seize you as you do so or worse, drag you at the moment you start climbing its stairs. āYou are heading to the attic? Ok!ā When you take a sharp left instead, he gasps, taking his last stride to get to you. Thankfully, you manage to lock yourself in your room when you hear him: sugary sweet, mocking, and completely wrong. āAw, why did you lie to me~?āĀ
He throws his body against your door, rattling it. If he bursts in then you canāt hide in the closet or under the bed. Heāll find you immediately. You open the door to your balcony, trying to keep the curtains as undisturbed as possible and making sure to close the door with a soft click. There is nothing on the balcony except a couple dead plants and dust. You put your hands on the railing, looking at your neighborās house but the curtains are drawn close. They and their guests are nothing but dancing shadowy figures under the multicolor lights, unaware of your panting, your bloodshot eyes, your wrinkled clothes. You sigh, looking down at the perfectly cut grass of your yard. How much will a fall from the second floor hurt and does that even matter when compared with the prospect of what Kai has in store for you? You can still hear the rattling of his body against your door, the way the hinges are ready to give in once he nudges it just right. When the railing moves from side to side at the pressure of your weight, you think you are getting a sign. And you might, because at that very moment, your door gives in. But you donāt jump.Ā
Instead you lean against the right wall adjacent to the balcony entry, trying to repress any sound. You know you have to jump. You know thereās no other option and yet your nails keep digging into the wall behind you, scraping the flaky paint off and jumping at the slightest noise.
Kai, on the other hand, seems ecstatic. His steps are muffled by your fluffy white carpet but you hear nothing for a couple seconds except those steps. Then there is a giggle and the flicker of his hand swatting up your bed cover. āAre you here?ā Your heart clatters in your ribcage and you canāt help your hands from peeling the paint. When you hear your closet door banging open, and Kaiās animated, āOr are you here?ā Your mind goes back to the white fluffy carpet Kaiās stepping on now. It had left you speechless when Beomgyu gave it to you as a gift for your third month anniversary, so adorable and unexpected but so utterly Beomgyu you could not stop yourself from jumping onto his arms, kissing all over his face and then biting him once your cuteness-aggression got the best of you. What kind of person did he turn you into? Just with the simple act of pressing you against his chest, touching your hair in a way that he also touched your ear, the side of your face, your neck. And now he is in that chair. And you canāt even bring yourself to jump.Ā
You stand up in front of the railing with the comfort that this has never been a matter of choice anyway.Ā
You put your dominant leg past the railing, holding to it with all your might. You look at your neighborās house, hoping somebody comes out and sees you. Hoping youāll soon be in your yard and have enough strength to incorporate before Kai has a chance to get to you.Ā
When your other leg joins the opposite side of the railing, you think gravity is taking too long to get you down. There is a pressure in your stomach and you donāt realize you are screaming until your back hits your mattress and Kaiās face is hovering yours with a look in his eyes that if you dare to name youāll have to tear yourself off from your own skin. āYou should have jumped way sooner, noona.āĀ
Next thing you know heās putting you over his shoulder and carrying you downstairs.Ā
The stairs are zooming in and out of your eyes and you are hitting his back with your fists and you are sure you have kicked him in the face a couple of times. Despite his grip on you faltering for seconds, he doesnāt put you down until he carefully places you on the couch as if you were brittle glass, perhaps a doll that will give in if he is too rough. You hate every second of it so it is no surprise that at no point do you stop scratching and kicking him. He even takes a few steps back when you kick him in the stomach but when you try to escape the couch he is grabbing you by your shoulders, putting all of his weight to keep you down. āYou wanted this noona!ā He screams. You shake your head side to side in a frenzy. No. Not like this. Never like this. āWhat is the difference between doing this with Beomgyu and doing this with me?āĀ
āItās my fantasy!ā You scream back, a wild animal at night with the EDM music from your neighbor muffled by your windows. Kai is breathing hard, cheeks flushed, and you think you see the beginning of a bruise on the underside of his cheek. Good. He canāt do all of this to you and walk away unscarred. āI am the one who decides how far I go, how I want it, and who I want it with!āĀ
āThen use me.ā He whispers, voice broken and a tinge hopeful. He is almost the Kai Beomgyu introduced you to after the first concert you attended to: shy, reserved, a bit aloof but extremely playful and invested in othersā wellbeing once you knew him better. You thought you knew him better but he proves you wrong once again when he whispers in your ear. āUse me and Iāll make sure Beomgyu walks out of here alive.āĀ
It is horrendous when he says it. Itās even more horrendous that your chest is pressed against his and his lips graze yours as he speaks every word. Use me. It is horrendous because his heavy-lidded eyes are sparkling at the prospect of your response and because despite all the fear and disgust in your body his words bump against the confinements of your head, shaking them to their very foundations. Since the moment Kai hurt Beomgyu, since the moment he entered your house, did you even have a choice? You have escaped Kaiās grasp only to finish on the same couch he had you merely an hour ago. Only to finish in front of Beomgyuās body, tied to that chair, a witness to your tragedy or a warning of what awaits you. You are disgusted by considering it but when Kai kisses you as if you had created and destroyed his world, you realize it is a simple equation: either total surrender or take this fleeting chance, this mere illusion, that thereās a way out of harm. A way into agency.
You kiss him back.Ā
And it may be worse than being flushed against a wall or worse than being dragged and kept under the pressure of waves or worse than being buried alive. This ruthless force that creeps up your body, that comes and grows from your body itself, and holds you down until you give it everything youāve got. He kisses you so fast and with such desperation you mostly let him kiss you but every time your mouth meets a part of his lips he is groaning against you in shameless glee.Ā
āYou know what a pain it was to hack Beomgyuās phone to know what he texted you?ā Kai asks, licking his lips as he pulls out the knife to slide on the sides of your neck, in a touch that is supposed to show you the possibility of its edge. A sudden heat rises in your skin and you look down to see he has cut your shirt right in the center. He passes the knife between your breasts, a thin trail of blood appearing. Maybe he wants to crack you wide open, leech off the warmth of your guts. āHow fucked up my back ended after sleeping on my car, trying to get a glimpse of you through your window?āĀ
āKaiā you mumble, terrified when it dawns on you this is a real knife. You pass your hands through his hair, petting his head, hoping your warmth will satiate him. āKai, shhh.āĀ
āDonāt shush me, noona. I have so much love to give you. How can you be so cruel?ā You want to scoff. How have you ever been cruel to him? But you say nothing as he holds you by the back of your head, lifting you from the couch and forcing you to look at him. āI read all you texted Beomgyu. I read all the notes he had to make this night happen. I spent nights wrecking my brain what you liked about this. Is it the element of surprise? Is it how helpless and small it makes you feel?āĀ
āYes,ā you say, ready to get in the way between you and your shame. The more you think about what this night couldāve been, what this night isnāt, you wonāt be able to keep on going. Kai must see it in your eyes because his fingers go to your clit, barely pressing in, but it is the light and precise contact that makes you outright moan. It is so fast it only gives you time to pant and clench your teeth, shame bouncing off the walls of your body. You feel like the wild animal of the night that Kai has turned you into, a wild animal of the night that canāt help but flock to him. No better than Sputnik.Ā
āDonāt lie to me noona. Lies of omission are still lies. If it was up to me I wouldāve serenaded you, I wouldāve brought you flowers, I wouldāve taken you on a proper date, but I wanted to give you exactly what you wanted.āĀ
You try to imagine what it would have been, what maybe is, in another world. If you close your eyes you can conjure the honey-like tenderness of his voice outside your window, pulling you out of the webs of your dreams to find him under the moonlight like an apparition or a new found and small longing. Would he have sung of love or would he have sung of obsession? If you had never come down from your balcony, would he have walked away alright with the rejection or would he have climbed up to your window to take you to where you are both now?
Kai gets close to your face, so close you see the mole on the tip of his nose, which you have never seen in real life. When you gasp again you donāt do it because two of his fingers are entering you but because you remember when he joined you in the park he showed you his baby pictures, and you had chastised him for covering his moles. It makes you look so adorable. Especially the one on your nose. You drop your gaze to his cheek, to his lips, to his jaw. All there. And when you look up, the mole right up his left eye, like a last finishing touch, meets your surprised and slightly terrified stare. āWhat you like is the devotion, right? The time it takes to make you happy, to satiate you. Donāt you think I delivered on all of this?āĀ
You groan partly out of frustration but also partly out of the sweet ache heās causing between your legs, two fingers deep and hitting your G-spot with such precision that makes you moan with absolute and horrid joy. Perhaps the most disturbing part of it all is that Kaiās right. You wanted someone to please your most debauched fantasies without having to ask. It had been a pain to trust Beomgyu enough to tell him what you wanted. Hundreds of sleepless nights and dozens of afternoons rehearsing in the mirror what you would answer once he rejected you. You had been proud of yourself for daring to be that liberated. And now here is Kai, giving you the real thing and you donāt want it.Ā
You shake your head back and forth. No. You canāt let his words get to you but it is impossible when his eyes are frantically trailing back and forth from your furrowed eyebrows to your fluttering eyelashes, down to your open and awaiting mouth. When he curls his fingers, increasing his speed, a jolt goes through your body and you finally realize how much of your own wetness is dripping through the sides of his palm. You close your eyes and squirm back and forth, so fucking ashamed. Maybe if you refuse to see him it would feel like he is not even there.
But that would be too easy.Ā
He leans down to your ear, whispering, āTsk, tsk, tsk.ā You close your eyes tighter. It doesnāt matter how hard you close them, or how much you try to put a mental distance between him and your body, you can sense the way his eyes are going through you, like another sharp knife. āCat got your tongue?āĀ
Your line rolls off so easily it almost aches. āPlease donāt hurt me.āĀ
And his smile. Oh. His smileā¦ āThen you better make me feel at home here, right, sweetheart?ā
He doesnāt wait for an answer. Instead, he goes all the way between your legs and starts sucking on your clit. It is so sudden you are burying your nails in his shoulders, your eyes snapping wide shut to Beomgyu on that terrible chair. You donāt know what you are afraid of more, either Beomgyu finding you in the throes of pleasure or the picture of filth and betrayal Kai and you must make in that soiled couch. Kai sucks, licks, and teases the head of your clit in a cycle that has your head spinning and burying your nails deeper and deeper into his shoulders. When he licks a clean stripe from your clit to your entrance tracing its shape, you are kicking him, the pleasure wrecking your body to the point you are terrified of coming, terrified of how you taste and smell, terrified down to being too wet. But he cups your asscheeks, dragging you back to his mouth, eager to devour you wholeāand that he does. He keeps you in that position as if you are nothing but another meal he lifts off his table. The way his nose rubs against your clit and how his tongue enters you in one swipe, drinking all you have to give him, all that is not his, makes you close your thighs around his head while his fingers knead your ass. By the time your ears are ringing, you feel something gushing out and Kaiās lifting his face from your legs, flushed, soaked and with a thousand stars in his eyes, all for you.Ā
You canāt stand to watch him. It feels unfair for such a horrible and devious creature to be that pretty. A part of you wants to throw a tantrum to whoever made this worldāwhy did they have to make things that were so heinous that beautiful? Why put so much thought and time in a face like that one, if unlike all the beautiful things on Earth, this one lacks a drop of goodness?Ā
You donāt know and it burns you that you might never know. It is all so pointless. So utterly pointless.Ā
Kai nuzzles his cheek against yours as he takes off the robe and then his shirt. When he unbuttons his pants, heās all efficiency and anticipation. āI swear itās not pointless, noona.āĀ
Each of his huge palms goes to your thighs to keep you folded in half. For a while there is nothing but his breathing and the constant thrumming of your neighborās party. You donāt perceive Kai is scanning you up and down until you lift your head, finding his slightly gaped mouth and his fingers collecting your wetness. He has you squirmingāa pathetic, dissected and pinned down worm at the mercy of his obsession.Ā
āBeen wanting to write my name in your juices ever since I saw you.ā You try to resist a moan and push back the memory of Beomgyu and you writing that on the script. I want you to write your name with both of our cums. Kaiās index is soft against your belly as he writes the entirety of his name. Huening Kai Kamal. āShow all the world you are mine.ā Mine. And he punctuates that by inserting the tip of his dick into you, just like you had told Beomgyu one cozy Saturday night you like it. For how long has Kai been planning this? āAll mine.āĀ
Kai has a tight hold of his dick and he puts the head in and out of you until you taste the blood of your bottom lip. You are subjected to every twitch and the warmth of his precum leaking into your pussy, finding its way to your ass crack, soiling the sofa. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Ā
Next time Kai speaks again, heās all breathless. āGonna make sure I keep being invited to this house.āĀ
And then he starts pushing in.Ā
Heās of similar size and girth as Beomgyu but something about how he bucks into you makes you shiver. The flicker of a cap comes into your hearing, then something cold is nestling between your folds and engulfing the rest of his dick. āHoly fuck.āĀ
More than hurt or ache, it burns, the friction between your clamped walls and his veins. Tears well into your eyes, your entrance itching and relieved that something is entering you despite all the pain. God. How are you ever going to explain this to Beomgyu?
Once half of his dick is in, you are groaning, feeling like you are about to burst. And when Kai slaps you, cheek scalding, heās finally sinking deeper into you. āGotta do what I gotta do to fuck you open.āĀ
And so he does.Ā
He thrusts in so violently it should hurt. It would be so much better if it hurt. You would take it over the current torture of his hips snapping up, determined on hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You would take screams of pain and pleads of mercy over your humiliating gulps and sobs and mewls that increase when Kai hits you with a āDumb bitch, canāt help to want me this bad. Gonna have you barking any second now.ā It terrifies you that you like this degradation as much as you like it, that even when heās speeding his thrusts you are accelerating not towards fear but to a perfect state of mindlessness your always loud mind has never been able to achieve on its own.Ā
Even then, once Kai puts his weight on you, you keep staring at Beomgyu through Kaiās shoulder, swearing you are seeing Beomgyuās fingers twitch. Itās enough to make Kai break character. āNoona, look at me.ā Are you crazy? Is the frenzy of Kaiās thrusts making you think everything is moving and twitching with you? āLook.āĀ
As you continue to ignore him, he grabs you by your cheeks causing you to wince. That sweet, attractive smile is back on his lip and it only grows when he harshly presses against the bulge in your navel, resting part of his weight enough so it cuts your breathing. āYeah. The more pissed you are the better noona. So much better.āĀ
And even though he proceeds to grab you by your shoulders, giving it to you so hard the couch is rattling against your case, making the frames, the books, and the CDs give in after each of Kaiās thrusts, you have the gall, the crazy audacity, to put your hand around his neck and squeeze.Ā
His eyes widen but he doesnāt stop. Instead the harder you squeeze the harder he hammers against your cervix, your pussy making such loud noises it will probably wake up Beomgyu any minute now. āIām gonna fucking come,ā Kai wheezes, his eyes barely open, all of that silver hair over his face, the sharp line of his jaw in and out of your vision, his skin golden under the lamp post from outside your house. But he doesnāt come. Instead, he does something much worse.Ā
He flips you over, putting you face down on the couch. You are twitching non stop, leaking his juices and yours, as your body craves to continue being fucked into that other world he has started to help you glimpse. You think he is going to but then he is putting a hand under your chin, raising it until you are facing Beomgyu.Ā
When you try to look away, he grabs a fist of your hair, and pulls.Ā
āBeen fisting my dick to you every night since I met you. I could never get my hands on your panties so I jacked off at the smell of your dirty napkins. I would drink your unfinished water bottles and get hard thinking about your lips anywhere in me. I even masturbated in Beomgyuās room and sniffed his pillows trying to catch a whiff of you. I collected some of your hairs that way.ā You are shuddering when you hear that and you think you are going to throw up. Plus, his grip in your hair is so tight you donāt know if tears are prickling your eyes because of it or because of Beomgyuās blank face. āNow all I need to do is to prove a point.āĀ
And just like that, he slides back into you.Ā
The sounds heās pulling out of you are absolutely debouched and filthy. Kaiās going with the same precision as before, but this time heās so fast his balls are snapping against you in a frenzy that has you even wetter and tighter. He must love this position because heās moaning even louder and twitching non stop. āDo you think weāll wake him up?āĀ
āF--fuck Kai.ā And when he starts rubbing your clit even faster, you are howling, āKai. Kai!ā
āWant him to see me mounting you noona. Fucking you pliant and happy.ā And heās getting what he wants because your extremities are shaking, your tears are going past your chin, and right next to your panic, all you can think about is there, there, there, keep fucking me there. Beomgyu is going to wake up any minute now and what the fuck are you going to do then. What? What? What? Well, for sure you are not going to reach an answer because Kai is now rubbing your clit in tight and fast circles you are sure his wrist must be aching. Oh you are long gone now. Maybe for a long time. Maybe since forever. And Kai is in no better taste because with a breathy and high pitch voice, he moans. āComing noona, coming!āĀ
You choke on a sound while he pulls on your hair, keeping your head up. It has a domino effect: you are coming so hard you coax it out of him, so hard he fills you with his seed your knees give out. But just as that happens, just as you are shaking beneath Kai, squirting all over him, you see Beomgyu blinking up confusedly and his brown eyes settle in on you.Ā
It makes you groan and squeeze Kai harder as he sobs out of the overstimulation but his hips keep snapping, relishing on the painful pleasure you give him. When your third mini orgasm stops, Kai falls on top of you, as if heās completely giving up in life itself.Ā
Your and his panting are the only thing in your ears as well as the constant hammering of the music. Until it isnāt. āGod, can I cum now?āĀ
You move away from Kai to find Beomgyu shuffling against his constraints, tears in those huge brown eyes and a trembling bottom lip that has you clenching and Kai twitching inside you.Ā
You throw your head back, absolutely exhausted. āIt was your idea to be tied up during the scene.āĀ
Beomgyu whines. Fuck. You should have not chosen to roleplay a scene that included your actual identities and relationships to each other but Beomgyu had sweettalked you with how great it would be to go meta with it. Some real nerd shit, he had assured you. And so you did: you roleplayed since the moment you dropped off Sputnik, knowing damn well that was not Kaiās house, that his sisters had agreed to take care of your dog (and that you in fact knew them since high school) and that Kai had never met your nieces since you didnāt have any. All just background work to make him look like a prince and then absolutely unhinged. You were so committed, in fact, you brought props that would not damage your window and even wrote a fake script on top of a real one to feel more immersed in your character. Sadly for you, Beomgyu, Kai and you are massive nerds.Ā
āI know. I just didnāt expect to play dead while you guys fucked would get me so horny.āĀ
Kai lifts himself off you and there you see it: Beomgyuās dick out of his zipper and a puddle of his pre-cum leaking into the floor.Ā
Despite your exhaustion, you untie Beomgyuās arms and Kai unties his legs. In less than an instant, Beomgyu is all over you both, kissing you everywhere his mouth and eagerness takes him. A slick sound is followed by āthank you thank you thank youā when Kai takes out the anal plug (your idea!) and cries of relief when you slide the cock ring (Kaiās idea!) out of Beomgyu. It is torture. Total torture. But as the three of you wrestle to the floor, you hovering over Beomgyuās face as Kai starts lining up to take him, Beomgyu is sure he actually died and went to heaven. If this is torture then he hopes his life is full of all types of pains and struggles next year, and the following year, and the year after that.Ā
I CAN'T BELIEVE I AM POSTING THIS! i'm not sure if I'll be a permanent tubatu writer but I do have a sub!soobin (my weakness...) in the works ill hopefully get ready before break. if someone wants to engage/know my position about cnc and similar fantasies, i recommend watching Contrapointsā video on Twilight, specially the part where she talks about the role of fantasy and kink on releasing people from guilt and shame. and for those curious, no, im not her fan or endorse her views on palestine. free palestine and don't let zionism rot your mind. thx u for reading and stay safe out there!
āā virgin!sub!mingi x experienced!softdom!fem!reader
When your roommate Mingi bursts through the door with that question, you probably shouldāve said no. But one impulsive āyesā later, youāre giving hands-on lessons neither of you saw comingāand learning that some cravings donāt come with a delivery option.
Genre: smut, roommates to friends with benefits
Trigger Warnings: guided first time, active consent/check-ins (traffic-light system), cunnilingus, penetrative sex (p in v), protected sex (condom), fingering, multiple orgasms, submissive-leaning dirty talk, praise kink (repeated use of āgood boyā), a lot of guidance, permission-based touch
WC: 8.7k
Monās Note: yes, I knew what I was doing. Domi (@m1ntyoongi) this oneās for you š«¶š»
āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāā āāāāYouāre sprawled on your bed, winter light striping the floor through the blinds, scrolling a food delivery app instead of getting ready for the dinner you swore youād leave the apartment for. Your hairās a mess, your shirt is halfātwisted, and youāre debating whether paying that much for delivery is worth not moving. The comforter smells faintly of cotton and your roommateās citrus detergent.
The door flies open.
You donāt look up at first. āEver heard of knocking?ā you callāthen your gaze lands on Mingi.
Heās got the expression that means he either broke something, bought something stupid, or is about to say something he should not.
āCan I eat you out?ā he blurts.
Your phone slips, thuds onto your stomach, bounces onto the bed.
āā¦What?ā
You stare. He stares back. You consider smacking him with a pillow.
His mouth opens, closes, opensāwords stalling. āYou heard me,ā he says, far too casual for what just came out of his mouth.
Heat floods your face. āMingi, that is the single dumbest thing youāve ever asked me.ā
āIām serious.ā
You blink. Then you laugh because what else do you do with a sentence like that at 5:43 p.m. on a Friday.
āWhy donāt you go on Tinder like a normal person?ā
He makes a face like youāve suggested he lick a subway pole. āTinder is like shopping for people. You have to take pictures with plants and pretend you hike. I donāt even own a straw water bottle.ā
āWhat does hydration have to do with dating apps?ā
āEverything? I donāt know!ā He swipes the air as if rejecting oxygen. āAnd people say āno ONSā and I donāt know if I do want that or donāt, andāā He gulps, hands flattening on his thighs. āBecause Iāveā¦ never done this before.ā
The room seems to hold its breath with you.
āNever done what?ā you ask, though your pulse already knows.
āAny of it. Not like this. Notā¦ wanting to.ā He inhales, shaky. āI want to try. With someone who wonāt make me feel like an idiot for asking.ā
āSo you picked me,ā you deadpan.
Immediate nod. āYouāre extremely qualified at telling me when Iām being stupid.ā Beat. āLovingly.ā
You snort. āGreat. Thatās going on my resume. Professional Idiot Translator.ā
Mingi edges in, sneakers squeaking. āI donāt want a stranger who smells like laundry pods. I wantāā His eyes flick to your mouth, away, back. āI want it to be you. If youād consider it. If not, Iāll buy a straw and learn to hike.ā
āOh,ā you say, a trapdoor opening under you. āYou canāt just burst in and say that.ā
āI tried knocking,ā he protests, weakly.
āYou tried existing loudly in the hallway and then detonating in my doorway.ā
He winces, then manages a smile thatās eighty percent terrified, twenty percent Mingi. āIs that a no?ā
You take in the pink ears, the fidgeting hands, the way this doesnāt feel like a joke even though you wish it was, because jokes are safe and this isnāt.
āItās aāsit down before your knees give out.ā
Mingi folds onto the bed careful and too big, hands planted on either side. He doesnāt look at you, like heās giving you an out.
āOkay,ā you say, softer. āGround rules. If this is a joke, I will kill you with a throw pillow.ā
āNot a joke.ā
āIf either of us feels weird, we stop.ā
āDeal.ā
You glance at your phone. The burger on the app glares like youāre betraying lunch. Back to Mingi, who looks like he sprinted here.
āSo you never had?ā you add after a whole stretch of silence, contemplating if you should even ask.
Mingi freezes, hands still hovering near your thighs. His eyes flick up to yours, wide and uncertain.
āHad...?ā he prompts, voice careful.
āSex,ā you clarify, gentler now. āYou said you havenāt done āany of it.ā I just want to know where we are. No judgment.ā
He exhales, shoulders dropping. āNo. I havenāt.ā The admission comes quiet, almost defiant, like heās bracing for you to laugh. āIs that... weird?ā
āItās not weird,ā you say firmly. āItās just you. And Iām glad you told me.ā
His throat works. āI thought about it sometimes. With people I didnāt really like. But it never felt right. And then I thought about you, andāā He cuts himself off, ears blazing.
āAnd?ā you coax.
āAnd it felt rightā, he finishes, barely above a whisper. āToo right. Scared me a little.ā
Your chest does something complicated. You reach down, fingers curling around his wrist, grounding. āWe go at your pace. If anything feels like too much, we stop. Okay?ā
āOkay.ā He leans into your touch, some of the tension bleeding out. āThank you.ā
āDonāt thank me yet,ā you say, smiling. āIām about to be very bossy.ā
Mingi laughs, breathless and relieved. āIām counting on it.ā
āOne more thing,ā you say.
āYeah?ā
āYou are, in fact, stupid.ā
āHeyāā
āLovingly,ā you add. The corner of his mouth betrays him.
Silence hums. You shift closer. He doesnāt move, but his breath hitches like you tugged a string.
āWe talk first,ā you say. āNo heroics. No speedrunning. What do you mean by ātryā?ā
He swallows. āI mean... I want to learn how to make a girl feel good. With my mouth. And my hands but that is if you want.ā
Your chest does a funny, traitorous ache. āOkay. Boundaries.ā You shift to face him knee to knee. āKissing is okay?ā
He nods, then falters. āI... um. I havenāt done much kissing before.ā His hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck, sheepish. His ears are going pinker by the second.
āThatās fine,ā you say, gentle. āWe go slow. Iāll show you. You just follow.ā You tip your chin toward him. āRule one: breathe. Rule two: less thinking. Rule three: ask when you need to.ā
Mingi huffs a nervous laugh. āI can do those. Maybe. Probably.ā
āYou already are.ā You nudge his knee with yours. āCome closer.ā
You lean in. Mingi does too. The world narrows to the clean line of his mouth and the ridiculous flutter under your ribs. His gaze keeps dropping to your mouth and darting away.
āHey,ā you murmur. āYou can look.ā
He does, and itās like standing in warm light.
āStart simple,ā you say. āJust your lips. No pressure to be perfect. If I want more, Iāll take it.ā
āOkay.ā He swallows, steadies. āCan I...?ā
āYes.ā
He kisses you like heās testing water with his toes-light, almost reverent. He pulls back half an inch, checking your face.
āGood start,ā you tell him, smiling. āAgain. This time, stay.ā
He obeys. The second kiss lingers, and when you angle, he mirrors. You feel him relax by degrees, shoulders dropping, you smooth your thumb over the edge of his ear and the heat there jumps under your touch.
āPink looks good on you,ā you tease softly against his lips.
He makes a wounded noise. āDonāt- Iām trying to be serious.ā
āYou are. And youāre cute.ā You brush another kiss to the corner of his mouth. āOpen a little. Just a little.ā
Mingi follows, and when your tongue grazes his, he jerks-then exhales, cheeks scorching. He looks like he might yeet himself out the window if you asked nicely.
āSorry. Surprised. Notā not bad.ā
āGood,ā you say, and kiss him again, longer this time. He makes a sound caught somewhere between a sigh and a whimper, and his hand comes up to hover near your waist like heās afraid to commit.
āYou can touch me,ā you murmur against his mouth.
His palm settles warm on your hip, fingers spreading like heās memorizing the shape. āThis isāI mean, I didnāt thinkālike, obviously I hoped, but I wasnāt sure ifāā
āMingi.ā
āYeah?ā
āShut up for a second.ā
He laughs, breathless and a little manic. āRight. Sorry. Iām justānervous? But good nervous. Like when youāre about to go on a rollercoaster and youāre already strapped in so thereās no backing out andāā
You press your finger to his lips. His eyes go wide.
āBreathe,ā you remind him.
He nods against your finger, and when you pull it away, he inhales like heās been underwater.
āOkay,ā you whisper. āOne more. Nice and easy.ā
You meet him halfway. This time it lands just rightāno rush, no second-guessing, just the warm press of his mouth fitting to yours. He follows the angle you give him, pressure steady, breath syncing to yours until the world quiets. The kiss is soft and sure, the kind that hums in your chest instead of sparking wild.
When you ease back a fraction, he stays close, eyes still closed like heās listening for the echo. A slow smile tugs at his lips.
āThatāā he whispers, opening his eyes. āThat wasā¦ nice.ā
āYeah,ā you murmur, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. āThat was nice.ā
Mingiās hand at your hip settles with new confidence, not gripping, just there. He leans in to place one more quick, perfect peck like a punctuation mark, and you laugh, light and a little breathless.
When you part, he stays close, breath mingling with yours, eyes bright. āFor the record,ā he says quietly, āTinder could never.ā
āFlatterer,ā you say, and tug lightly at the drawstrings of his hoodie until he dips closer. āCareful. Compliments might get you places.ā
He swallows. āLikeā¦ the kitchen?ā
You huff a laugh. āAdorable. Also, no. Different places.ā You tip your head, letting your breath skate over his mouth without giving him the kiss heās already leaning for. āBut youāre going to have to earn it.ā
His eyes flicker, equal parts panic and fascination. āH-How?ā
āListening test.ā You trail your finger from the shell of his pink ear down the strong line of his jaw, slow enough to watch him shiver. āHands behind your back.ā
He blinks, startled, but obediently folds his wrists there. The shift makes his chest broaden, makes the hoodie stretch over him. He looks very large and very sweet and very, very pliant.
āGood boy,ā you murmur, and his throat works. āRule for the next minute: you donāt chase. I come to you.ā
āO-Okay.ā
You hover, letting your lips ghost his without landing. The not-quite of it draws a tiny sound out of him, helpless and soft.
āSensitive,ā you note, amused, and pass your mouth from corner to corner, barely there. āTell me where you want it.ā
āEverywhere,ā Mingi says, scandalised by his own honesty.
āPick one.ā
He squeezes his eyes shut like heās bracing for impact. āM-mouth.ā
āSpecific,ā you coax. āTop lip? Bottom? Here?ā You brush the bow of his top lip with a feather-light kiss and he inhales sharply. āOr here?ā You nip the plush of his bottom lip, not enough to hurt, just enough to make him gasp.
āBottom,ā he whispers, dazed. āPlease.ā
āSee? You do know how to ask.ā You give him what he asked for, a slow, deliberate kiss to his lower lip, drawing it into your mouth and releasing it with a soft pop. His fingers flex behind his back, impulse straining against instruction.
āHands stay,ā you remind, smiling against him.
āStaying,ā he manages, voice rough with effort.
āGood.ā You kiss him once more, then pause so he can breathe. āJust so you knowāwhen I ask for a colour, itās ourā¦ cheat code. Green is yes, yellow is pause, red is stop. You can use any of them any time.ā
You kiss him properly, deepening by degrees, then break just to breathe against his cheek. āColour?ā
āGreen,ā he says, nodding like itās a test he studied for. āGreen. Likeā¦ neon.āā
āGood.ā You slide your mouth to his jaw and place a single, smug kiss there. āI like you like this.ā
He lets out a shaky laugh. āMe too? I think?ā
āYou think,ā you echo, teasing. You nose along to the hinge of his jaw where you can feel his pulse flutter. āStill hands?ā
He swallows. āStill hands.ā
āReward then.ā You finally press your mouth to the spot and stay, a warm seal. He goes very still, breath stuttering. When you suck lightly, just once, a stunned, wrecked noise escapes him.
āLanguage lesson,ā you murmur, smiling at the ceiling. āThat sound means youāre doing amazing.ā
He laughs, helpless and a little dizzy. āIāokay. I want to be amazing.ā
āAnd you are,ā you say, generous for once. You brush your thumb over Mingiās lower lip again. āNow you can use your hands.ā
He exhales like a held note and brings them forwardāslow, careful, like youāre a gift heās unwrapping.
āStart where I left you,ā you prompt, tipping your chin to offer the line of your jaw. āRemember: jaw, then neck, slow.ā
āJaw, then neck,ā he echoes, gathering himself. His hands bracket your hips, warm and steady, and he leans in to press one shy kiss to the angle of your jaw. Another, surer. He follows the curve like heās tracing a map he actually wants to memorize.
āThatās it,ā you breathe. āLinger.ā
He does, mouth melting from kiss to kiss. When he reaches the hinge where your pulse flutters, he pauses, looks up for your read.
āGo on,ā you whisper. āGentle.ā
He kisses there, barely pressure, then a second, a third, patience embodied. The heat of his breath blooms against your skin; the careful way he holds himself makes your stomach dip.
āTry a little more pressure,ā you say, and his mouth seals warmer. When he sucks, soft and brief, your fingers catch in his hair.
āOkay?ā he asks, voice roughened.
āGreen,ā you tell him, smile audible. āVery green.ā
He exhales, relieved and a little proud, and trails lower by a fraction, then back up like heās learning what āteaseā tastes like. You can feel him smiling when you shiver.
āShow-off,ā you murmur.
āListening,ā he counters, and you can hear the grin in it.
You tilt his chin with two fingers so he meets your mouth again. The kiss slots in perfectly nowāpractice made easy. When you part, you scrape your nails lightly along the nape of his neck and his eyes flutter like you flipped a switch.
āGood,ā you say again, softer. āYouāre catching on fast.ā
āTeacherās very motivating,ā he mumbles, dazed.
āThen hereās extra credit.ā You guide one of his hands to your waist and the other to your ribcage, over your shirt. āHold me while you kiss. Same pace.ā
His fingers spread, anchoring you. He returns to your jaw, kisses a slow path to that pulseāpoint and back, settling into a rhythm that lets both of you breathe.
āColor?ā you ask, voice low.
āGreen,ā he says, sure. āPromise.ā
āThen we escalate,ā you murmur, and catch his hoodie string to tug him closer. āTake this off?ā
Mingi nods, scrambles adorably, and peels it over his head, hair mussed, tee clinging to the line of his shoulders. He looks at you like heās waiting to be graded.
āA+,ā you say, amused. āMy turn.ā You gather the hem of your shirt an inch. āEyes on me. Hands help, but only where I put them.ā
āOkay.ā His palms hover until you guide them, one steady at your waist, one warm at your ribs again. The shirt lifts just enough to bare a stripe of skin to winter air.
āStart here,ā you tell him, tapping just below the curve of your throat. āThen follow.ā
He bends, mouth obedient and soft at the spot you chose. He maps down the slope of your neck, kisses stitched with patience, breath shaky but intent even as your fingers toy with his hair. At your collarbone you hum and Mingi lingers, tries a careful nip, pulls back for your read.
āMore pressure there, less here.ā You nudge him a fraction, he adjusts like he was built to.
When he reaches the place where fabric meets skin, he hesitates, eyes flicking up. āHere?ā
āAsk me,ā you remind.
āCan Iā¦ kiss lower?ā The question is careful, earnest, heat threaded through it.
āYou can,ā you say, and lift the hem another inch.
He exhales, relieved, and kisses the new skin like itās a secret. Your stomach jumps under the warm spread of his mouth; he laughs, breath fogging your skin. āSensitive?ā
āDonāt get cocky,ā you warn, amused and a little undone.
āListening,ā he says again, and proves itāslow kisses, firmer now, a reverent pass of his lips along the edge of your waistband that makes your breath catch.
āGood,ā you tell him, hand tightening in his hair. āIf I tap twice, pause. If you feel lost, ask. If you want moreāā
āIāll say so,ā he finishes, eyes bright. āI want to keep going.ā
You tip your head back, offering your throat. āThen earn it. One more pass up. Make it count.ā
He does, ascending with the same care, kissing a line back to your mouthājaw, corner, lipsāuntil the kiss you share is deeper than before, patience thrumming into hunger.
When you part, heās breathing hard and smiling. āDifferent places?ā he asks, shy, hopeful.
āLast check,ā you say, āyou still want this?ā
āYes,ā he says immediately, voice sure despite the flush climbing his neck. āPlease.ā
āThen help me.ā You guide his hands to your waist. Together, you ease the fabric down, leaving you in just underwear. The winter air pricks your skin; his gaze feels warmer.
āLie back,ā he says, surprising you both. When you raise an eyebrow, he adds quickly, āPlease? I wantāI want to do this right.ā
āBossy,ā you tease, but you do, settling against the pillows, heart kicking against your ribs. He follows, kneeling between your legs, hands hovering like heās afraid to break something.
āTouch me,ā you tell him. āThighs first. Get used to it.ā
His palms land, warm and broad, smoothing up and down in careful strokes. The reverence in it makes your breath hitch. He leans down, presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, then higherātesting, asking without words.
āGood,ā you murmur. āKeep going. Slow.ā
He does, mouth tracing a path along your inner thigh, each kiss a little firmer, a little closer. When he reaches the edge of your underwear, he pauses, looks up through his lashes.
āCan I?ā he asks, fingers hooking gently at the fabric.
āYes.ā
He eases them down, careful, almost ceremonial, and when youāre bare he just... stares for a second, awed and a little overwhelmed.
āYou okay?ā you ask, softer now.
āYeah,ā he breathes. āJustāwow.ā
You laugh, light and a little breathless. āFlattery later. Focus now.ā
āRight. Focus.ā He settles lower, hands spreading your thighs wider, and the first touch of his breath makes you shiver. āTell me what to do.ā
āStart gentle. Flat tongue, slow. Listen to meāif I make noise, youāre doing it right. If I go quiet, ask.ā
āOkay.ā He leans in, and the first pass of his tongue is careful, exploratory, warm. You exhale sharply, fingers finding his blonde hair.
āLike that,ā you manage. āAgain.ā
He does, more confident this time, tongue dragging slow and deliberate. When he finds the right spot and you gasp, he hums against youācurious, pleasedāand the vibration makes your hips twitch. A soft moan escapes you, barely more than a breath, and you feel him smile against you.
āThere,ā you breathe. āStay there. Little circles.ā
He adjusts, focused, and the rhythm he finds is unpracticed but earnest, pressure building in careful increments. Your hand tightens in Mingiās hair; he groans softly, and the sound buzzes through you. Your hips jerk up involuntarily, seeking more, and his free hand presses gently to steady you.
āMingiāā His name comes out ragged, your breath shattering on the syllables. āDoing so good.ā
He doubles down, encouraged, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you steady, the other sliding up to rest warm on your hip. The combination of his mouth and the anchor of his touch winds you tighter, breath coming shorter. You bite your lower lip, trying to hold back the sounds building in your throat.
āFlatten your tongue for me,ā you say, voice thin. āBroad. Slow.ā
He obeys immediately, tongue going wide and warm as he licks a long stroke from your entrance up through your folds. He tastes you like you asked him toāpatient, unhurried, mouth sultry with focus. You feel him learn the terrain. The soft give at your entrance that makes your breath hitch, the slick seams that part under his tongue, the way your hips try to chase him when he drags upward. A whimper slips out, and you feel heat flood your cheeks.
āGood,ā you manage, your other hand finding his where it rests on your hip, fingers threading through his. āAgain, a little firmer at the top.ā
The next pass has weight, a steady press that lingers right where your body lights. He repeats it, rhythm gathering, each stroke a touch slower than the last so you can feel the shape of his tongue as it moves: broad, then narrowing on the upstroke as he traces the curve of you, then broad again on the way down to keep you drenched. Your breath comes in shallow gasps now, each one punctuated by a soft moan you canāt quite suppress.
āTaste me,ā you say, and he doesāopen-mouthed now, sealing his lips just enough to pull softly as his tongue slides. The wet sound he makes is obscene and earnest all at once; you feel it everywhere. Your hips jerk again, harder this time, and you squeeze his hand reflexively.
A soft sound slips out of youābarely a moan, more breath than voiceāand it makes him shiver. Your hips twitch up without permission; he tightens the hand on your thigh and murmurs something you canāt catch, a soothing sound that helps you settle and then rise to meet him again. You bite down harder on your lip.
Your free hand finds his and he lets you lace your fingers with his, palm to palm, squeezing back when your breath stutters. He holds you there, anchored, while his mouth keeps movingāpatient pulls, slow strokesāuntil the moans get a little less shy and a little more open, catching on the edges when his tongue drags just right. You hear yourself whimper his name, voice breaking.
He swaps to smaller movements when you guide him: little side-to-side flicks along one fold, then a careful scoop that gathers slick and brings it up. He pauses to breathe, to listen, and then heās back, tongue drawing lazy figure-eights over your inner labia, painting you until youāre shaking. Your fingers tighten in his hair, your other hand gripping his so hard you worry youāll hurt him, but he just squeezes back encouragingly.
āCircles,ā you remind, breath breaking on a moan. āSmall. Stay shallow.ā
Mingi circles exactly where you told him, pressure buildingāunpracticed but so intent it steals your words. His hand on your thigh tightens when you moan; the other steadies you at the hip, thumb rubbing thoughtless comfort into your skin. Your hips buck up again, chasing the pleasure, and a breathy whine escapes before you can stop it.
He leans in closer, chasing the taste of youāand the bridge of his nose nudges up, brushes your clit by accident.
A bright bolt fires through you. Your hips jolt violently, and a sharp cry tears from your throat.
He jerks back a centimetre, startled. āSorry, Iāā
āNo,ā you gasp, grabbing his hair to bring him right back, breath completely shattered. āThat. Do that again.ā
āHere?ā He tests, nudging with the soft of his nose, barely pressure.
Your laugh breaks on a whine, hips rolling up to meet him. āYes. Gentle. Keep your tongue where it was.ā
He hums in relief and returns to his circles, tongue slow and sure just below while his nose brushes your clit on each passāaccidental turned intentional, the perfect double touch. The combination unravels you: the steady, wet glide of his tongue and the sweet, buffered nudge of his nose, the way he breathes you in like heās getting drunk on it. Soft moans spill from you now, unrestrained, your hand in his hair alternating between pulling and petting.
āGood boy. Keep going, just like that.ā Your voice is wrecked, barely coherent.
He does, settling into a careful rhythmālick, nudge, breatheāletting you roll minutely against him. When your thighs start to tremble he tightens his grip, anchoring you through the climb, and adds the smallest flutter to the tip of his tongue at the end of each circle that makes your vision spark. Your breath comes in ragged gasps now, punctuated by moans that climb higher with each pass. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood, trying and failing to stay grounded.
āMingiāā You hear your own voice and barely recognise it, high and desperate. āIf you do that three more times, Iām going toāā
He does it once. Your hips jerk, a broken moan escaping. Twice. Your fingers clench in his hair, your other hand crushing his. The third time, the flutter lands perfectly, his nose brushing just right, and you break with a startled cry, pleasure sluicing through you sharp and bright. Your whole body arches, hips rolling against his mouth as waves of sensation crash through you.
He stays with you, tongue easing to long, soothing strokes as you shudder, his nose nuzzling softer, his hand petting your thigh. When you finally sag back into the pillows, breath still coming in shaky gasps, he lifts just enough to look up, lips slick, eyes blown and desperate to be told he did well.
āPerfect,ā you whisper, releasing his hair to cup his face, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. āYou did so perfect.ā
He beams, that shy, devastating smile breaking across his face even as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. āReally?ā
āReally.ā You tug him up gently until heās hovering over you, and you kiss himāslow, deep, tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss goes deeper and you feel him, hot and hard against you. Your hands slide to his neck, thumbs fitting under his jaw; a low sound breaks in his throat as you angle him where you want.
When you finally pull back, breath still unsteady, you see the way heās tremblingānot from cold, but from restraint. His eyes are dark, unfocused, and when you glance down you can see the obvious strain against his grey sweats.
āYou okay?ā you ask softly, thumb still tracing his jaw.
Mingi nods quickly, then shakes his head, then laughsābreathless and a little panicked. āIāyeah. I just. I only asked to... you know. Eat you out. I didnātāI donāt want to assumeāā His hips shift involuntarily and he winces, biting his lip hard. āBut Iām kind of... really hard right now.ā
āI can tell,ā you say, voice still rough from before. Your hand slides down to rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammering under your palm.
āI should probablyāā He moves to pull away, face flushed darker now with embarrassment. āI need to take care of this. Iāll just... go to my room or the bathroom or something. Give me like five minutes and Iāllāā
āMingi.ā
He freezes, looking at you with wide, uncertain eyes.
āLook at me.ā His gaze snaps to yours like itās a reflex. You cradle his jaw with one hand, the other still warm at his neck. āYou donāt go anywhere unless I send you. Understood?ā
He swallows. āUnderstood.ā
āWords.ā
āYes. Understood. Iāll stay.ā
āGood boy.ā The praise lands and you feel him melt, that delicious looseness returning to his shoulders. You pause, thumb brushing his jawline. āHey. Check in with meādo you like when I call you that? Good boy?ā
Mingiās eyes widen slightly, then soften. āYeah. I really do.ā
āYouāre sure? If it ever feels off, you tell me immediately.ā
āI promise,ā he says, earnest. āI like it. Makes me feel... wanted.ā
You smile, relieved and fond. āGood. Because you are.ā You stroke his pink cheek once more. āYou listen so well. Such an eager thing, hm?ā
His breath hitches. āI want to be. For you.ā
āYou are,ā you say, gentle but firm. āColour?ā
āGreen,ā he answers, almost instantly. āPlease.ā
āThen hereās what youāre going to do for me, pretty boy,ā you murmur, thumbs stroking his pulse. āYouāre going to breathe. Youāre going to keep your hands where I put them. And youāre going to ask when you want something. Can you do that?ā
āYes.ā Mingiās voice goes soft and obedient. āI can do that.ā
āThereās my good boy.ā You guide his wrists to the pillow above his head again and he offers them up without resistance, a quiet, grateful sigh leaving him. You kiss the corner of his mouth. āSuch good manners.ā
He shivers. āI like when you say that.ā
āGood.ā You shift down his body, palm smoothing over the line of him through his sweats and then lower, the pressure light, teasing. He keens, immediately biting it back.
āDonāt hide from me, love,ā you chide softly. āLet me hear you.ā
āYes,ā he breathes, and the next sound he makes is open and honest.
āPerfect.ā You cup him through the fabric once more, then ease his waistband down. He lifts obediently, eager under your hands. āThatās it. Always so helpful.ā
A helpless, pleased sound escapes him.
You bend to press a slow kiss just below his navel, then another lower, praising between each. āGood. So good. My pretty thing. My sweet boy.ā
Heās trembling again, but itās the good kind-the floating kind. āPlease...ā
You look up. āAsk.ā
He flushes, brave. āPlease touch me. However you want.ā
āThatās my eager boy.ā You wrap your hand around him again, firm enough to reassure without rushing.
āHands here,ā you murmur, guiding his wrists back to the pillow. He offers them up immediately, eyes wide and shining. You hook your fingers in his waistband and tug. āUp.ā
He lifts obediently and you strip his sweats the rest of the way, then his briefs. He flushes hard when heās bare, instinct curling him in, but you smooth a palm down his thigh and the tension melts out of him.
āLook at you,ā you say, soft awe threading your voice. āSo pretty like this.ā
Mingiās big. Thick and heavy in your hand, flushed dark at the head. The weight of him drapes against your palm when you test it, the heat of him throbbing once, shy, when you kiss just below his navel.
You sit back on your heels, leaving your bra on and nothing else. His eyes go darker at the sight of you over him naked and offered up-and you feel him pulse against your fingers.
You stroke him slow, base to tip, letting slick gather under your thumb. āFeels like a lot, doesnās it, love?ā
He nods, wrecked already. āItās... a lot. Good.ā
You shift forward and let him feel you, lining him up to slide along your slick folds without pressing in-just a long, wet glide that paints you both and makes his head tip back. Heās so thick that the press of him at your entrance makes your breath stutter even though youāre not taking him yet; your body answers with a hungry clench around nothing.
āBreathe,ā you remind, hand at his throat light as a necklace, thumbs under his jaw. āOffer. Donāt chase.ā
Mingi offers-hips staying obediently still while you rock. Every pass drags the blunt heat of his head through your slick and bumps your clit; you gasp, and he whimpers like the sound gives him permission to make his own.
āSuch a good boy,ā you praise, voice low. āSo big and so sweet for me.ā
Mingi swallows, eyes glassy with wanting. āI like when you tell me that.ā
āThen listen: youāre perfect.ā You reach for the drawer without leaving him, find the foil again and keep it ready in your fingers. āLast check before I take you. Color?ā
āGreen,ā he answers, immediate and certain. "Please."
āGood boy,ā you murmur, leaning down to kiss him as your hand keeps him gliding along you, letting him feel exactly how wet heās made you.
You tear the foil, roll the condom on with steady hands, and guide him back to your slick. The blunt heat of him nudges your entrance and you exhale, centering.
You hold his throat lightly, thumbs under his jaw. āIām going to ride you. You stay still for me. Offer, donāt chase.ā
He nods, obedient, wrists still where you set them above his head.
You sink just the tip and stop. Your breath stutters at the stretch. Heās big-more than your body expected after the teasing glide-and your fingers tighten at his neck to keep him still when his hips try to help.
āEasy, love,ā you soothe, voice still firm. āI need a second. Youāre thick. Youāll fit. Let me take you.ā
His eyes go wide. āYes. Iāll stay.ā
You breathe with it, the first inch giving, then another. Heat blooms and the ache turns bright. You rub small soothing circles at his pulse while your other hand braces on his chest.
āGood boy. Thatās it. You feel so big in me.ā You pause again, jaw slack for a beat, then nod. āOkay. Another little bit.ā
You work down in slow increments, sitting back an inch at a time, waiting for the stretch to melt before you take more. Each inch he gives you is praise you feed him back.
āThatās it, pretty boy. Offering so well. Youāre perfect.ā
You bottom out with a startled gasp, the fullness stealing your words. You fold forward to kiss him through it, letting the kiss go slow while your body settles around him.
āSee?ā you whisper against his mouth when your breath returns. āYou fit. All of you.ā
He laughs, helpless, eyes wet with relief. āFeels... unbelievable.ā
āI know,ā you say, proud and fond. āHands stay where I left them. If you need anything, you ask.ā
He nods, eager. āYes.ā
You draw up a third of the way and sink back down, testing the angle; both of you groan. Another slow lift, another deliberate seat, a rhythm forming thatās all control and honeyed heat.
āOffer,ā you remind when his hips twitch. āLet me use you.ā
āYes,ā he breathes, pliant.
You set the pace-lazy, claiming rolls that let you feel every thick inch, pausing to breathe when the stretch spikes, then riding through it with soft curses and a smile he can hear.
āC-Can I... touch?ā he asks, voice trembling. His fingers twitch where youāve laced them over his head, thighs quivering with effort.
āAsk for what you want, sweetheart.ā
āGood boy.ā You guide his wrists down to your waist. āSlow. Take it off for me.ā
āYour bra,ā he says, wrecked and brave. āPlease. I want to see you.ā
Mingi fumbles sweetly, obedient, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. The hooks give way under his careful fingers and he slides the straps down your shoulders, peeling it away. The cool air kisses your skin; his breath punches out of him like he forgot how to hold it. His gaze drops helplessly to where your bodies meet, to the way youāre seated on himāhow youāre just taking him, steady and sureāand the sound that breaks in his throat is an unguarded moan.
āEyes up,ā you murmur, catching his face and tilting it back to yours. āYou can look, but you keep listening. Donāt chase.ā
āYes,ā he breathes, glassyāeyed.
You sink again, slower this time just to feel his cock stretch you, just to hear the desperate noise he makes when he glances down and watches himself disappear into you.
He gasps, the sound breaking. āIām-sorry, I canātāā
You catch his face, thumbs under his jaw, steadying his ragged breath. āHey. Look at me. Youāre okay. Itās your first time. Itās all new. Youāre doing so well. Colour?"
āG-Green,ā he manages, eyes huge. Panic flickers and you press your forehead to his, riding him in tiny, soothing rolls.
āGood boy. Breathe. If you need to come, you ask me.ā
His fingers curl in the sheets like he needs to hold on. āCan I-pleaseāā
āYou can,ā you say, voice warm and sure.
He swears, helpless. āYouāre so... warm... fuckāā His breath turns ragged, head dropping onto your shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as you rock through it, slow and claiming.
āThatās it,ā you murmur in his ear, praise threading through the heat. āLet go for me. Good boy.ā
A wrecked moan tears out of him. Mingiās whole body tightens under you, then shudders, and you feel itāthe sudden heat blooming inside the condom, the pulse of him filling it as he comes. You hold him there, hands stroking his nape and chest, hips easing into soft after-rolls until the tremors ebb.
You lift slowly, feeling the weight of him slipping free, and reach down to carefully hold the base of the condom as you ease off completely. He watches, dazed and flushed, as you tie it off and set it aside with care.
When he lifts his head, flushed, glassy, somewhere between mortified and blissed out: āIām sorry. That was so fast, I didnāt meanāā
āHey,ā you cut in gently, cradling his jaw so he has to see you. āNo sorries. Itās your first time. Your body did exactly what itās supposed to do. You were perfect for me.ā
His breath hitches. āBut Iāā
āYou asked. You listened. You checked colour. You let me take care of you.ā You kiss the corner of his mouth, slow and certain. āThatās everything I wanted, sweet boy.ā
Some of the tightness leaves his shoulders. āI... did good?ā
āYou did so good,ā you say, smiling against his lips. āMy good boy.ā You brush hair from his forehead. āWater in small sips.ā
You reach for the bottle and tip it for him; he drinks, and when you drink after, his hand comes up tentatively to steady the base like heās learning how to help. āThere you go,ā you murmur. āProud of you.ā
āProud?ā Mingi echoes, dazed.
āVery,ā you confirm. āFirst time is about feeling safe, not performance. Youāre safe with me.ā You press your forehead to his then you kiss his temple. āWe can cuddle as long as you need now.ā
He swallows, eyes big and earnest. āI want you to cum again,ā he says, too eager to hide it.
You cup his cheek, smiling. āEager,ā you murmur, fond.
He rushes forward to kiss you, eyes bright with want, and you laughāwarm, delightedāpressing a palm to his chest to hold him back.
āNot so fast,ā you say, grinning. āYou just came. Give yourself a minute.ā
He blinks, caught between eagerness and obedience, mouth still parted like he forgot to close it. āBut I wantāā
āI know what you want.ā You stroke his cheek with your thumb, soothing. āAnd I love that you want it. But your body needs a second to catch up.ā
āNo it doesnāt," he slurs out, shaking his head, words tumbling over each other in his eagerness. His hands come up to your waist, steadying you like heās already planning the next move.
You catch his wrists gently, bringing them back down. āMin,ā you say, voice soft but firm. āListen to me.ā
He blinks up at you, still flushed, still breathless, but something in your tone makes him pause.
āPlease," he breathes, the word catching in his throat. His fingers flex against your hips where youāre still holding his wrists. āI canāI want to make you feel good. Please let me try.ā
You study his face: pupils blown wide, lips parted and kiss-swollen, that desperate sincerity that makes your chest ache with fondness.
āYou already made me feel good,ā you remind him gently. āThis isnāt about proving anything.ā
āI know," he says quickly, nodding. āI know, butāā He swallows hard, gaze dropping to where your thighs bracket his hips. āI want to. Not because I have to. Because I want to.ā
Something in the way he says itāraw and unguardedāmakes heat pool low in your belly again.
āColour?ā you ask softly.
āGreen,ā he answers immediately. āSo green. Please.ā
You cup his face, searching his eyes one more time. āIf anything changes, you tell me. The second it does.ā
āI will," he promises, voice steadier now. āI will. Justāplease let me.ā
āHands only,ā you say, stroking his jaw. āNo mouth. Youāll use your fingers and your thumb. You follow me.ā
āYes,ā he breathes. āTell me how.ā
You guide his hand down, settling his palm warm over you. The heat of his skin against yours sends a shiver through your body, and you feel hyper-aware of every point of contactāthe width of his palm, the slight tremble in his fingers.
You slide two of his fingers through your slick, guiding them slowly. His fingers are longer than you expected and the glide of them feels almost too good. You can feel your pulse thrumming where his fingertips rest, and the wetness makes the movement smooth, unhurried.
āFlat first,ā you instruct, voice softer than you meant. āGentle.ā
Your breath catches as he follows your guidance, those long fingers spreading warmth through you. The sensation blooms low in your bellyāa mix of anticipation and the sweet ache of sensitivity from before.
He does as told, slow passes that gather heat back into your skin. When your hips nudge, he stills on instinct like he remembers the rule.
āGood boy,ā you murmur. āNow one inside. Palm up. Just there.ā
He eases a finger in, shallow, careful. You exhale, shoulders dropping. āCurl-tiny. Not hard. Like youāre saying ācome here.āā
He tries. The first press is tentative, almost shy. You hum, take his wrist and adjust the angle a breath. āThere. Smaller. Steady.ā
āLike this?ā
āExactly like that.ā You guide his thumb to rest above, soft. āThumb here. Small circles. Donāt chase me. If I move, you stay.ā
He nods, concentrating, and the pattern settles: curl... release... thumb circles... breathe. The regularity of it pours heat through you, a low, insistent thrum that lets your body uncurl around the touch.
āMore or less?ā he asks, voice careful.
āA little more pressure with your thumb. Same speed.ā
He adjusts, and the sound that leaves you is involuntary, catching on your breath. He freezes a heartbeat-checking-and you squeeze his wrist in answer.
āKeep going.ā
You feel him glow at the praise even as his focus tightens. He adds the slightest pulse to his curl, not deeper, just firmer on the up-press, and your hips answer without permission. His eyes flick to your face, greedy for the signs; you give him them on purpose-open mouth, soft yeses, the shiver when his thumbās circle hits just right.
āThree fingers?ā he asks, tentative.
āYes,ā you breathe, and the word comes out rougher than you meant. āGo slow.ā
He eases the second finger in alongside the first, and the stretch makes you gaspāfuller now, the press of him deeper. Your eyes flutter shut as he pauses, giving you time to adjust.
āOkay?ā he whispers, voice tight with concentration.
āPerfect,ā you manage. āKeep the curl. Same rhythm.ā
He does, and this time when his fingers press up, the sensation blooms hotter, more insistent. He reaches deep inside you, finding that spot with careful, deliberate pressure, your breath catches in your throat.
āFuckāā The sound escapes before you can stop it. Your hips roll forward involuntarily, chasing the feeling.
āThere?ā he asks, awed.
āThere,ā you confirm, voice breaking. āStay right there. Donāt change anything.ā
Mingi doesnāt. His thumb keeps its steady circles, his fingers maintain that perfect curl and press, and the combination builds heat through you in waves. You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into itāthe warmth of his palm, the careful attention, the way heās learned your body so fast.
āYouāre so wet," he murmurs, wonder in his voice. āI can feelāā
āDonāt stop,ā you breathe, desperate now. Your hand finds his shoulder, gripping for anchor as the pleasure coils tighter.
His fingers donāt falter, steady and sure, and you feel the tension gathering at the base of your spineātight, inevitable. āFuck Min,ā you gasp, his name breaking on your lips as the heat crests. Your body tightens around his fingers, pulsing, and he holds you through it with reverent focus, thumb still circling as you shatter.
āKiss me,ā you breathe, voice trembling.
He surges up immediately, mouth finding yours, and you moan into himādeep and unrestrainedāas the orgasm crashes through you. Your body clenches around his fingers, pulsing in waves, and he swallows every sound you make, kissing you through it like heās trying to memorize the taste of your pleasure.
Mingiās fingers stay steady, working you through the aftershocks with that same careful rhythm until youāre shaking, oversensitive, reaching down to still his wrist.
āOkay,ā you gasp against his lips. āOkay, thatāsāā
He eases his fingers out slowly, reverently, and you both exhale at the loss. When you open your eyes, Mingiās staring at you like youāve just handed him the universe.
āDid Iāā he starts, breathless, searching your face. āWas that okay?ā
You cup his jaw, still trembling slightly, and kiss him soft and deep. āYou were perfect,ā you whisper against his mouth, meaning every word.
He melts into you, arms wrapping around your waist like heās afraid youāll disappear, and you can feel his smile against your lipsāproud and overwhelmed.
You stay like that for a whileāwrapped around each other, breathing in sync, the world narrowed down to the warmth between your bodies and the gentle comedown settling into your limbs. When you finally ease back to look at him, his eyes are soft, glassy with afterglow, a small smile playing at his lips like heās still processing that this was real.
āHow do you feel?ā you ask, brushing damp hair from his forehead.
āLike I want to do that again,ā he admits, then immediately flushes. āI meanāā He stops, swallows. Starts again. āI mean, like, not with youāwait, no, I mean with you I liked it, I loved it, but I meanāā His face goes crimson. āLike, I donāt know what Iām saying. I justāweāre friends, right? And I donāt want you to think Iām like, expectingāor that this meansāā
Heās spiraling now, words tumbling over each other in a rush of anxiety. āBecause I know weāre just friends and this was justāI mean it wasnāt just anything, it was amazing, youāre amazing, but I donāt want to make it weird or likeāassume thingsāand Iām not trying to like, change what we are, I just really wanted to try this and you let me andāā
āMingi,ā you say softly, pressing a finger to his lips.
He stops mid-word, chest heaving slightly, eyes wide and vulnerable.
āBreathe,ā you say gently, catching his hand.
He sucks in air like he forgot how.
āYouāre spiralling,ā you observe, trying not to smile.
āI know!ā He covers his face with both hands, voice muffled. āI donāt know why Iām talking. Why am I still talking?ā
You gently pull his hands away, meeting his panicked gaze with something steadier. āBecause weāre friends,āyou say simply. āAnd friends can be awkward after they make each other cum.ā
He blinks at you, processing, then lets out a strangled laugh. āOh my god.ā
āWeāre okay," you promise, squeezing his hands. āThis doesnāt have to be weird unless we make it weird.ā
āIām definitely making it weird,ā he mutters, but thereās relief in his voice now, the edge of panic smoothing out.
āDo you want to kiss me?ā you ask softly, watching the way his eyes flicker between yours and your lips.
He nods immediately, wordless, like the answer was already sitting on his tongue waiting to escape.
You smile, leaning in slowly, giving him time to close the distance. When your lips meet, itās different from beforeāgentler, unhurried, like youāre both savoring the fact that you can do this now without the urgency of need driving you forward. His mouth is soft, still a little swollen, and he kisses you like heās memorizing the shape of you.
Mingiās hands come up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones, and you melt into him, letting the kiss deepen naturally. Thereās no rush, no frantic energyājust the two of you, breathing together, tasting each other in the aftermath.
When you finally pull back, his eyes are half-lidded, a dreamy smile tugging at his lips.
āYeah,ā he whispers, like heās confirming something to himself. āI really wanted to do that.ā
You brush your thumb along his jaw, feeling the tension still humming beneath his skin. āCome here,ā you murmur, tugging gently until he shifts beside you on the bed.
He goes willingly, folding himself against your side like heās been waiting for permission. His head finds your shoulder, arm draping across your waist, and you feel the full weight of him settleāwarm and solid and real.
āYou did so good,ā you whisper into his hair, fingers threading through the blonde strands at his nape. āYou listened, you checked in, you were perfect.ā
He makes a small sound against your neckāhalf laugh, half exhaleāand burrows closer. āI was so nervous,ā he admits quietly. āThe whole time.ā
āI know.ā You run your hand down his spine in slow, soothing strokes. āBut you trusted me anyway.ā
āYeah.ā His voice is soft, muffled against your skin. āI did.ā
You pull the comforter up over both of you, cocooning the warmth between your bodies. His breathing evens out gradually, the adrenaline draining away as the comfort seeps in. Your fingers trace idle patterns on his shoulderācircles, lines, nothing in particularājust touch for the sake of touch.
āDo you need anything?ā you ask after a while. āWater? Snack? More blankets?ā
Mingi shakes his head against you. āJust this,ā he murmurs. āJust you.ā
Your chest tightens in the best way. āYouāve got me,āyou promise, pressing a kiss to his temple. āIām not going anywhere.ā
He hums contentedly, fingers curling into your shirt like heās anchoring himself. The room settles into a quiet lullāno urgency, no expectations, just the two of you breathing together in the fading winter light.
āSo,ā he says after a long, comfortable silence, voice still soft and a little tentative, āwe can do it again?ā
You canāt help but smile at the hopeful note in his voice. āYeah,ā you say, running your fingers through his hair. āWe can do it again.ā
He lifts his head just enough to look at you, eyes bright despite the drowsiness settling in. āReally?ā
āReally.ā You brush your thumb across his cheek. āWhenever you want.ā
The smile that breaks across his face is pure sunshineārelieved and delighted and a little disbelieving all at once. He drops his head back to your shoulder with a contented sigh, holding you tighter.
āOkay,ā he whispers, like he's sealing a promise. āGood.ā
ā¹ ą£Ŗ Ė The university music department asked you, the newly minted first chair cello, to participate in a duet performance for Halloween. You were excited to accept, regardless of the extra credit youād been offered. That excitement quickly fell flat when you realized you had to perform with the concert master, who is none other than the cocky, loud, and infuriating first chair violinist, Hueningkai.Ā
ā¹ ą£Ŗ Ė Violinist! Hueningkai x Cellist! Fem! Reader | word count: 10, 888 |Ā trigger warning for discussions of music theory (just writing this stressed me tf out making me think about music theoryā¦) | rivals to sorta lovers(?) |Ā Kai is a flirt | Mean Dom! Kai | spanking | āsirā kai dynamic | SOME name calling | degradation, evened out with praise | manhandling | fem-recieving edging | ruined orgasms | piv smut | hair pulling | spitting in mouths |Ā no condoms, heat of the moment creampies | affectionate aftercare from Kai teehee | ALSO BECAUSE I FEEL IT IS IMPORTANT HERE IS THE METRONOME THAT IMITATES THE EXACT RHYTHM KAI USES ON YOU
ā¹ ą£Ŗ Ė masterlist
ā¹ ą£Ŗ Ė a/n: I have a weird thing for those study partner trope fanfics. >.< I sorta want to do a series of study partner type fics for all the members, and I think this one just happens to suit halloween! Happy halloween everyone :)Ā
The trio of succinct messages from Kai triggered a rather violent response. One so severe you punched an innocent pillow. In what universe was it fathomable for Kai to bitch at you for being a no show? His very audacity was enough to force your hand into a more severe reaction. Oh, Kai had unleashed the beast now, hadnāt he? And heād be sorry for it. Your fingers furiously typed and then sent: Oh sorry but I waited for about two hours for you.
The triumphant rush which nursed you quickly plummeted. Youāre such a spineless twit. What is there for you to be apologizing for? You waited for two hours in the practice rooms before packing up and leaving. It's not too bad. You had at least taken advantage of the alone time to do your general practicing, scales and a particularly difficult passage from the main piece in class.
Whether or not it's in your nature to be a push over/doormat combo, you're not exactly sure...You're burned up inside by the inconsiderate nature of Kai to have bailed on the planned rehearsal. And yet you're apologizing to him. You simply can't stand the thought of real confrontation with anyone. Surely something had happened in your youth. Or maybe you're just a pushover by nature; not all traits are forged by surroundings, are they? Either way, you keep every single drop of anger bottled up tight, locked in a chest thatās further chained up, solidified in concrete, and then dropped into the bottomless pit of the ocean that is your subconscious.Ā
No big deal.Ā
Kaiās messages buffered on screen for a few moments, the speech bubbles appearing then disappearing before he finally replied. Damn im sorry i thought we were meeting later
Yeah, thatās right, he should be sorry. Not enough for you to relinquish all your anger, but at least heād acknowledge his shortcomings. He probably was out with some girl. God, youāre sure thatās it. He must think soooo highly of himself. A top musician, an ethereal face. A fantastic body, too. Nothing could knock his ego down a peg, let alone the several you deemed necessary for a fitting punishment. It's whatever ig we just need to practice soon. Like tomorrow. When can you meet???
Being partnered with Hueningkai had shattered every mental image you had created of what this performance might be like. Although it's not a grand affair; merely a little number in the university courtyard on Halloween day. Evidently it was to be posted on the university's website to showcase how amazing the music program is.Ā
You find it mediocre.
It would be a far cry better if you didn't have to deal with Kai. For every violinist stereotype to ever exist, Kai seems the very origin of them. Cocky and arrogant. Perfect at everything without lifting a finger. You seldom see him loitering in the practice rooms, whereas you had been spending an hour or so there every day since you were eleven. Assurances that your musical talent isn't at all lacking in splendor simply go in one ear and out the other. It doesn't do any good for you to be ātalentedā. Especially when you know that talent isnāt a natural fountain inside through which you can tap into at any given moment. You spend a ridiculous amount of time practicing, working hard--and then there's Hueningkai. The bastard isn't even a cellist and he could probably play it better than you. No matter that you'd taken the instrument up at eight years old and not gone a single day without it in your grasp, no. Everything you attempt to succeed in is consistently overshadowed by Kai.Ā
As principal violinist, he essentially served as impromptu TA when Professor Sawyer wasn't around. His natural talents would be admirable if he didnāt irritate you beyond belief. Professor Sawyer more than often sits out of class to grade assignments while Kai is bequeathed the conductorās baton and full power. You are certain he bullies you in particular. He doesnāt gripe at the first chair viola. Nor does he ever had a single shred of criticism for the god-awful first chair of the french horns. Which is absolutely ridiculous given that that guy canāt track time to save his life; Kai doesnāt have anything to say except, āStart again at this measureā whenever the french horn bursts in five moments earlier than he ought to. Oh, but heavenforbid you so much as squeak the strings of your instrument. Itās as if heās only ever watching you. Not at all concerned with the mishaps of someone else, no, heāll let the professor handle them-itās his hobby to go after you. āYour a-flat is too sharp.ā Or your favorite comment from class at the start of the week: āDoes your music have different annotations then the rest of ours? Because you're staccatoing the legato.ā Constantly, constantly, picking on you. Singling you out. Itās bad enough the other celloes already seem to resent you for stealing prissy Samantha Barkerās long-reign of first chair. Sheād spent three years in that spot. Clearly she felt that as your senior the spot ought to be reserved for her. Thus the cold shoulder you received from the majority of the other section only seemed to be heightened from Kaiās constant nit-picking.Ā
For him to behave so arrogantly and then keep you waiting for two hours? In fact itās been even longer. He messaged you five minutes ago, at a time when youād just slithered into the confines of your sofa. The mutually agreed upon rehearsal had been planned for one thirty. Itās currently a quarter to five in the evening. How gracious of the revered concert master to finally remember your existence.Ā
What about 6:30/7:30 tomorrow at my place? Kai suggested.Ā
The thought seemed like torture. His place? You canāt imagine how off the walls his attitude would be when in his own home.Ā
Why can't we meet in the practice room???? You questioned him.
Where you'd expected a smartalec remark,āor even a bold message explaining he's a lazy piece of shit, he actually explained that the rooms are all booked up for tomorrow for some kids in a band that decided they wanted to dick around. Damn. You relented pretty quickly. After all, it's important. And you haven't really played with Kai at all. Youād managed to get through your half to the duet on your own. Unfortunately itās imperative that you two practice together to achieve a uniform sound. Alright just send the address and I'll be there around seven you replied.
You groaned to no one as you imagined the awful Friday night you now had to look forward to.Ā
Miraculously, the frigid air of the winter evening hadnāt blown you away. The walk to Kaiās seemed an exertion that had you heaving up to his door. Youāre positive the only reason the wind hadnāt whisked you to Oz was that youād been weighed down by the full-size cello strapped to your back. The added weight does numbers to the short walk. On warm days you enjoy brisk strolls twice the length of the journey to Kaiās. Tonight is not nearly as kind in temperament. Youāre hardly able to muster up your body head up when you stop at his door. Here, you texted him.Ā
A minute passes. The door opened. āYou could have just knocked,ā Kai informed you upon greeting you at his threshold.Ā
Youāre positive that you heard a pin drop when you blinked up at him. Heād never been up close to you before. Not enough that you could have properly gauged his height in comparison to your own. Heās got an elbow propped against the door jamb and the way he looked down at you was off putting. Youād noticed his mythical looks from the first day you became acquainted with him. His face is unique, to say the least, and not in a bad way. Not at all. Heās undoubtedly handsome. Almost ethereal. The shape of his eyes and rich tan are all that you can use to piece him together.Ā
But thatās not all which caught your attention. āYour hair,ā was all you could say to him.Ā
Upon hearing your remark, a sheepish shadow eclipsed Kaiās face. Uncharacteristically, he seemed self-conscious of the frosty white shade. He fluffed the fringe from his eyes. āYeahā¦I like it. Itās not bad, right?ā he asked. Yesterday his hair was black. Now itās soft, frosty white. Layers of violet seemed to furl in the locks at just the right angle, giving his hair a subtle glow without being obnoxiously blinding. And it maintained a soft looking texture, as if he had raw silk grow it from his scalp. Fuck. He, of all people, would have silk for hair and satin for skin and hell why not give him a pool of gold to swim in just like Scrooge McDuck?Ā
You strained to find something bad about the appearance. Only natural, you suppose, someone as ālookingā as him to be such a cocky fucker. You dare not say good-looking. But you also canāt deny that he certainly isnāt bad looking. Heās insanely attractive in a way that was reserved only for him.
āItās nice,ā you succumbed. Kaiās humble expression twisted back into his barely-there smirk. āYeah? Thanks,ā he said. āCome on in. Iāll take that,ā he said, reaching out to grab your cello. He lifted the instrument in its black case, carrying it deeper into his apartment.Ā
A well of irritation furled in your belly. Warm, itchy, red hot. You ache to claw the fuzzy clouds clean out of yourself. āI appreciate it,ā you said through your teeth.Ā
āYouāre welcome,ā Kai chortled. The words are heavy with sarcasm. āWhatās with the attitude?ā He asked you.Ā
You stepped inside with a vague scoff. You toed off your shoes by the door. His place is nice. Nicer than you expected. A bit cluttered. Eclectic and cozy. Itās not as though you had a mental image conjured up in your mind. Although itās not entirely shocking. He doesnāt strike you as the messy, gross type. Heās always clean shaven, however part of you begrudgingly argued that Kai isnāt capable of growing facial hair even if he tried. As much as you know thatās simply not true, you still attempted to maintain the insult.Ā
āNo attitude,ā you shrugged. āJust tired. The walk is hell with that thing,ā you explained as you descended further, the padded steps wary. An immediate sense of āI donāt belong hereā jumped out at you, as if there were a little goblin gnawing at your ankles and chanting the phrase over and over. You definitely donāt have a place in his apartment. Thereās personality in the walls, the decor, even the amber lighting that revealed a bit of Kai that never came to class. A Kai you didnāt know. And nor did you care to. Whatever warmth that had begun glowing like sparks quickly got smothered into nothing as you recalled every remark heād ever made towards you; every single nit-picking comment that could have gone unsaid.Ā
āOh, you walked?ā Kai noted. Heās a bit of a busy body as he chatted, clearing the kitchen counter of the single glass and chip bags.Ā He said, without looking at you, āI could have come to pick you up. Iāll walk you back. Itās freezing out. No reason for you to suffer in the dark on your own.āĀ
āNo. I made it here in one piece,ā you told him. āSo letās do this,ā you suggested, reaching for your instrument. You knelt down to unzip the canvas case. A heavy feeling dawned on you. Slowly, you looked up. Kai was peering down at you, brows lifted and an amused smile muted on his lips. āYouād really rather walk alone in the dark with all your stuff?ā he asked.
Not likely. Youāre not spending a minute longer with him than absolutely necessary. āI said itās fine,ā you repeated.Ā
There was no need for that, you think immediately. Youād all but snapped at him. You might as well have told him that the very notion of spending quality time together made you want to untangle entrails with your bare hands. And he had picked up on it. His eyes cast downwards. That smile of amusement vanquished into nothing. In spite of the vague scoff that chuffed from his chest, you couldnāt help but note that he seemed hurt.Ā
āAlright, then,ā he muttered. āYou can bring your own things back. I dare not to offer you anything else,ā he said. His words had gone short.Ā
Heat bloomed from the tips of your ears all the way to the base of your neck. You lugged the re-zipped case over your shoulder, following him down a little hallway. Itās not a large apartment, but roomy for just one person. You supposed he didnāt have a roommate judging by the set up of the second bedroom in the place. It seemed he had created an office out of it. An ikea desk was shoved up against one wall. Thereās a pretty awesome computer set up; anointed with expensive looking speakers, an electronic turn table, and cluttered stacks of sheet music where heād scrawled notes in pencil. He only had one rolling chair. The rest of the room is dedicated to instruments. An acoustic guitar leveled nearby a few electric ones, bass and traditional alike. His violin case is strewn across one of the three amps he has pressed into a corner.Ā
āHere, you can take the chair,ā he said, rolling the office chair out for you.Ā
āThis is a really nice set up,ā you forced out. The attempt to sound amiable was a miserable fail. āI like your guitars,ā you added. That was a bit nicer sounding. It was genuine. Sleek figures of wood paneling and neat pickguards lined the wall. You ran a finger over a vintage, brown Telecaster with an opalescent pickguard. It was rather lovely. You were drawn to it. Itās the sort of instrument you would have impulsively purchased for yourself.Ā
āThis one,ā you further pointed out. āI love it,ā you admitted.Ā
Kai was mid-process of lugging over his two music stands. A neat coincidence, you think. You wonder if he always has girls over to practice with. Your lip curled at the idea.
āYeah, that oneās my latest,ā he explained. He offered you a music stand of your own; a polished lyre stand, brass and old looking. You eyed him. He wrenched his own dented, crooked thing upright. It squealed in protest as he lugged it into place. āGot it at a good bargain,ā he added. āYou play guitar?āĀ
āBass guitar,ā you explained. āBarely,ā you sharply added. āBefore you try to make me play something.āĀ
Kai shook his head. āI wouldnāt dream of putting you on the spot,ā he assured.Ā
Starting with scales served as a good distraction from the tension. Your cello was sorely out of tune from the walk in the cold. Once order was restored, you both set out the matching sheet music. The duet was arranged for the full length of the original song, albeit tweaked here and there to allow a violin and cello union. However, once you both got a sheer ten measures into the song, Kai had to stop. Heād started off strong with the opening solo only to then suddenly stop and inform you of your wrong doings.Ā
āYou're rushing.ā The interruption might have been easier to tolerate had he not sounded so irate. Your arm goes limp, your bow slumping along the strings.
āWhat?ā Is all you can muster out.Ā
āYou are rushing,ā Kai repeated. āYou're about three beats ahead of me.ā
He still held his violin upright as he explained.Ā
You forced your shoulders to ease up. āI hardly played anything, but okay. Start over?ā you suggested, poising your bow back over the strings. Kai resumed his posture, his bow softly dragging across his string before dishing out the opening phrase in clean, smooth rings of sound. And the moment you entered in, Kai had to stop. āToo early,ā Kai said firmly.Ā
A slow huff drew in through your nose. āBut I didnāt even get in a full measure,ā you said. āIāve hardly played anything and youāre hounding me.ā
āThen why donāt you come in on the right beat?ā Kai suggested. āMaybe then weāll get farther.āĀ
Brittle anger sharpened your vision. āOkay,ā you said slowly. Where youād wanted to shout, or even kick the music stand right to the floor, you just nodded. Taking it like a cowardly animal. The brisk way Kai started up again had you scrambling for the bow off your stand. You entered in, counting the beats with great exaggeration in your head. Youād been entirely even when you practiced on your own-the metronome on your cellphone had lulled you into the sway of music youād practiced.Ā
After a rough thirty seconds, Kai stopped it all. āYouāre still rushing,ā he said, voice irate.Ā
You dropped your bow onto the stand once more. āTo me, youāre dragging,ā you suddenly snapped at him.Ā
Kai seemed to double take. He set his bow down onto the music stand. āMe?ā
āYeah, you,ā you doubled down. āIt says lively waltz,ā you said, poking the corner of your sheet music with your bowās tip. āYou're neither lively nor waltzing.āĀ
Kai rubbed his face for a moment. He laid his instrument into the ajar case balanced on an amp. āFine,ā he said calmly. āItās not a huge discrepancy. Weāre not totally out of sync. Just about two seconds off. Canāt you speed up just a bit?ā
āCanāt I?ā you repeated. āMaybe I could have if we went over it yesterday or the day before. But no. You canceled the first time. You ghosted me the second. So Iām sorry that the practice Iāve put into this isnāt good enough for you, you asshole! All you ever do is tell me every little thing I do wrong even if itās not wrong and simply something you donāt like. I am so sick of your bullshit!āĀ
A wave of satisfacation wafted through you. The pleasure of having finally expressed your feelings towards him scratched in itch in your brain. Althoughā¦
Perhaps the blow up wasn't entirely warranted.Ā
Judging by his genuine flurry of emotions, it came as a shock. He had visibly recoiled when you started shouting at him. His expression, starting from concerned, morphing to stunned, then finally ending with unbridled irritation.Ā The tendons along his neck flared with restraint as his jaw locked. āSeriously? Iām an asshole?ā he asked.Ā
āYes,ā you said firmly.Ā
A muscle jumped in his mouth, his lip tugging into a cruel sort of smile for a brief moment. āOkay. Then youāre a bitch,ā he said in turn.
You recoiled. āExcuse me? Iām a bitch?ā you scoffed.Ā
āYeah,ā Kai nodded. He took his music from the stand. Two paces over and he smoothed the page neatly over his desk. āYouāve been nothing but bitter and rude. I apologized for missing the practice yesterday. I thought as adults weād be able to get past it. Whatās it going to take? Hm? Iām not going to grovel on my knees,ā Kai chuckled.Ā
You set your cello to the floor on its side. āGiven weāre confessing our feelings,ā you snapped, taking to your feet, āI think you are pompous, cocky, infuriating, and a know-it-all prick.ā You poked his chest.Ā
All Kai could do was smile down at you. A lazy expression through hooded eyes. āYeah?ā he asked, his voice taunting.Ā
His head tilted. From the broad expanse of his shoulders to the towering height difference, everything about him was intimidating; everything down to his scent,Ā a smooth, clean spice that flooded your senses, had disarmed your sensibilites. Heās a predator. Luring you in depite of your anger with his charms, his unearthly features, his scent, his height, his body, his everything. The bombardment of masculinity wiped your mind clean of any previous complaints. Mostly.Ā
āYeah,ā you repeated, your voice cracking unceremoniously. āYouāre constantly picking on me in class. When Professor Sawyer isnāt around, you take every opportunity to harp on me for the smallest mistakes.āĀ
Kai made a sound of understanding. āIs that where this anger is coming from?ā he chuckled. His fingers tapped beneath your chin. āWell I'm so, so sorry,ā he cooed. āHere I was, assuming you were tough. Besides, youāre the best player in the group. Iām just trying to elevate your status. Youāre too talented to let little things set you back.Ā But,ā he sighed, āI suppose I sorely overestimated your capacity for criticism. All this time you've been wallowing at how I talk to you? You should have said something sooner,ā he chided.Ā āIām sorry I hurt your feelings,ā he said, but the amusement ripe in his words negated any genuine apology he may have been trying to convey.Ā
āYou donāt hurt my feelings,ā you fumed. āYou just piss me off!āĀ
Kaiās ridiculous smile inhibited a welling heat in your veins. āBut why?ā he asked. āIt's not like I've ever kicked a puppy or told you anything that wasn't valid!ā He insisted.Ā
āItās because you act like you know better than me,ā you unleashed. āYou act like Iām beneath you.ā
āOh?ā Kai laughed at that. āTrust me. If I wanted to make you feel ābeneath meā, youād feel it. Without a shadow of a doubt.ā The words came out in a low, satin husk. The timbre roiled in your belly. Warmth fired behind your hips and deep in your belly. His eyes had seemed to blacken as he looked down at you. Heād started to crowd you. You hardly realized that you were pressed up against the desk. āI happen to think youāre quite the capable musician. You have talent. Forgive me for trying to heighten that. I thought you could take it, given youāre so uptight and quiet all the time. You justā¦I donāt know, you seemd so tough. I was mistaken,ā he said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. His eyes seemed to twinkle. Two black diamonds peering down at you with haunting mischief. āSo. Treating you like my equal obviously didnāt work. I guess I should put you beneath me. See how that works. Hm?ā He tapped his fingers to his desk. Right over the sheet music that was laid out. It looked different than your own, stylized in treble and noting the melodies reserved for him and all his violinist glory.Ā
āBend over,ā Kai commanded.Ā
āExcuse me?ā you fumed at him. āAre you fucking kidding?ā Your heart thundered. The world spun as though youād been hurtled off an elevator.Ā
Kaiās eyes darkened. He crossed his arms over his chest. āDo I look like Iām kidding?ā he asked. āYou need a lesson. After all, everything I told you during class just goes in one pretty ear and out the other. I know better, now,ā he assured you. āYou can't handle the fine details. Youāre a stubborn little thing that needs to be told exactly what to do and how to do it. Iām sure a hands on approach will get the message across,ā he sighed tiredly, as if the thought was a mere nuisance in his schedule. āBend over. Put your nose right on the music,ā Kai instructed. āI canāt believe you need a basic lesson. How have you managed all this time? Hmm? How have you maintained such a pretty facade of competency? And to have landed the first chair cellist? Iām really quite ashamed of you. Now bend over. Look right at the music. What is the time signature?āĀ
What are you doing? Why entertain this ridiculous sexual harassment? You ought to smack him in the face. Grab your things and race out of the apartment. And yet you canāt stop yourself from catching your lip between your teeth. Youād never seen such a staggering intensity in Kaiās face.Ā
āHell, no,ā you said angrily.
āOkay,ā Kai agreed.Ā āThen I guess you should leave,ā Kai suggested afterwards, as if that was the back up option.Ā
Only you didn't leave. You didn't storm to gather your things. You just stood there, faced with the reality that if you left then you might not get to know what exactly he had planned. You knew it was something darker. Something delicious. A morbid curiosity burned inside. The urge to pick open the box he was holding out to you, to see what he had to offer.Ā
Kai quirked an eyebrow, looking stern and amused all at once. āWell? Arenāt you going to pack up?ā he asked. He didnāt move back. He pressed forward. His hips flattened against you. āI thought you couldnāt stand to be near me,ā he said softly. A finger trailed over your cheek.Ā
Behind your ribs hammered a bullying heartbeat. Nearly painful, about as fast as a hummingbirdās. For the life of you, you couldnāt drag yourself away.Ā
āNothing to say? Miss Smartypants doesnāt need a lesson anymore?ā he crooned.
āI-I didnāt say that,ā you stammered out.Ā
His brows raised high. āYou didnāt say that,ā he repeated in amusement. āThen youāre going to accept your lesson like a good, clever girl, arenāt you? Do you really need me to tell you again how to put that ass in the air or do I need to position you like a little doll?ā he asked. His voice is low. Husky.Ā
Something inside of you moved without asking permission. Before you could really consider what was happening-or what youāre getting yourself into-youāve draped yourself over the little desk.Ā
āNose on the paper,ā Kai reminded you. āNow. What is the time signature?āĀ
It might have been easier to answer if Kaiās hands hadnāt started rubbing your ass. Slow, almost affectionate circles of his palms on each globe. āT-three quarter time,ā you whispered.Ā
āThere she is,ā Kai crooned. You hadnāt expected him to leave a hard slap on your rear. It was hard enough that your feet skittered in place. The desk just vaguely jerked beneath the weight of you flinching. You could feel the warmth of the harsh sting, envisioning it glowed red hot beneath your jeans. āAnd the tempo?ā Kai asked softly, rubbing gently again. Soothing where heād landed his hand. His voice neared your ear. āThe tempo,ā he repeated. āSince youāre so damn smart, hm?āĀ
The weight and warmth of his body encroached along your back. The smell of him made your eyes flutter. Warm, spicy, clean; laundered linen and whiskey. His hips pressed against your lower back. Teasing dips of his erection which nudged into you with feather light blows sent a beam of electricity down the base of your spine.
Youāre ashamed of the tone in which you responded to him. Youād never whined before. Never whimpered. Itās something that exists in porn. OnlyFans girls who obnoxiously whine and cry for the camera. Yet you did it. āModerate waltz,ā you whimpered.Ā
āThatās right,ā Kai agreed. He straightened upright, leaving a cold chill along the length of your back. He slapped again. The other cheek, this time, splaying his palm in a soothing balm over the red-hot sting. āAlthough I think you and I need to take a different approach to this. You're thinking too hard, baby. Always so stuffy and tense. You need to stop thinking.ā
Another hard smack. Another little whimper. Shame took hold of your heart and squeezed hard.Ā
āWhen I say you're rushing? It means you're rushing. I'm in charge. You follow me. Iām really doing you a favor,ā he cooed. One hand played with your hair, twirling a lock around his finger. Then he was taking a fist full of it, tugging just enough to lift your head. āWhy waste your energy thinking? Youāre too cute to do anything but take what I have to give. Iāll handle the messy details. You do as I say.āĀ
The softness in his voice sent an electric jolt through your spine. Kaiās fingers released your hair to give your scalp a soothing massage. āThat's it,ā he whispered. He noticed before you did the way you seemed to preen beneath his touch. Every tension that locked your joints had eased.Ā
āSuch a sweet girl,ā he chuckled. āIs that better? Doing everything that I say?ā he murmured in your ear.Ā
A release of tension unraveled inside. Spools of annoyance, anger, irritation, it all unrolled with every word Kai said. It might be ridiculous. And yet you nodded. āYes,ā you whispered.
āYes, sir,ā Kai sternly amended your response.Ā
āYes, sir,ā you repeated the phrase.Ā
āThat's what I thought.ā Kai kissed the back of your neck. One hand skimmed up your shirt. His palm smoothed over your tummy. āSo soft,ā he murmured. āBet you taste so sweet. Are you going to let me have a taste?āĀ
You nodded, a frantic expression of your desires.Ā
Kai chuckled. āEager thing.ā His fingers hooked through the loops of your jeans. He tugged so your ass lifted higher for him. He rubbed both his hands over you again, chuckling at the sight. Then he moved a palm round your hip. Tracing across your hip bone, then tweaking at the button clasp. āYou okay?ā he asked. He nipped your ear lobe.Ā
Your hips squirmed.Ā
Kai made a sound. āCanāt even answer me? Itās not hard, baby. Itās a yes or a no.ā His palm slid inside the front of your jeans. He chuckled, giving your panties a loving pat.Ā
āYes, sir,ā you whispered.Ā
āSee? Thatās not so hard, is it?ā Kai chuckled. He shimmied your jeans all the way down, even helping you step out of them. āThe next time I piss you off, you tell me. Iāll make it up to you,ā he promised. He stayed on his knees. āFuck. Yelling at me makes your pussy wet, doesnāt it, baby?ā he teased.Ā
One of his long fingers circled along the front of your panties. āLift a little higher. Arch right here,ā he instructed, fixing his palm right on the small of your back. āDonāt lock your legs, either,ā he added. A tap of his hands along the insides of your ankles helped to reposition your stance. āThere. Perfect.āĀ
You felt your pulse in more places than one. The rush of your blood seemed to make everything fuzzy and slow. Especially as his nose pressed against your pussy. The sound of the inhale he drew, followed by a soft groan, made your belly lurch.Ā
āThatās it,ā Kai muttered, mostly to himself, as his fingers hooked into the hem of your panties and tugged down. āAh,ā he breathed. āI assumed youād have a pretty cunt. Itās a given since youāre ridiculously gorgeous. But I didnāt expect this.ā
Each hand jiggled your ass before squeezing and spreading you apart. āSo wet. Twitching, too,ā he laughed. āThatās cute. Youāre so wound up that even your little pussy looks tense. All wet, all puffyā¦ā He kept your pussy spread wide. He leaned in and pressed a very soft kiss to your twitching clit.Ā
His tongue dragged a long stripe. āFuck,ā he groaned. He shfited, pressing his face against you. āYou taste sweet!ā he laughed. āAnd who would have thought,ā he said, his hands grabbing at your hips hard and pracatically raising your feet off the floor.Ā
Kai dragging your cunt right to his face. āSuch a bitchy little cunt tastes sweet as a peach. Mmmm, you just needed this pussy played with, right?ā His fingers brusied your hips as he kept you right where he wanted you. It was like torture. Delicious, wretched, hot torture. Your thighs trembled. Your toes skimmed across the floor as he pressed his tongue in even, rampant circles around your swollen clit. The tip of his tongue explored every crevice, every little corner he could taste. Nudged right into the hood of your clit, lapping an assault there that made your eyes water and your breath punch out of your lungs. āKai!ā you gasped. Itās almost a whisper as you press your forehead to the desk.
āMhmm,ā he voiced against your pussy. He didnāt stop. For a brief moment there were no taunts; only his lips pursed around your clit, tongue flicking across the cherry red bud. His hands lowered you down. Your feet touched the floor again, and you felt weak in the knees. Even amidst the buckle of your legs, Kai managed to keep you upright. He kept a hand on your hip, the other rubbing on your ass again.Ā
A crack. A hard, red hot, right on your bare ass cheek. It made you whine.Ā
Kai laughed. His mouth didnāt move away. He swatted you again, harder, and when you whined again his only response was to press his middle finger into your cunt. āMmmmm,ā Kai groaned. He pulled away just for a moment. Enough that he could say, āGreedy pussy.ā He flattened his tongue across your clit, dragging back and forth motions that had you seeing stars. All the while his finger crooked down, pressing into your g-spot. A flailing kick of your legs caused Kai to add a second digit. āYouāre just loving this,ā he breathed out. āNow try to stand still. I want you to feel this. Fucking stand still,ā he chided, slapping your ass hard. āThis is the rhythm you need to have.ā His two fingers slid in and out, even, smooth, gliding across the slick gummy walls of your pussy. You jerked.Ā
āKai!āĀ
He smacked your ass hard. āTry again,ā he said in a voice lower than youād ever heard from him. To negate the harsh treatment, one of his other hands slid around to stroke on your clit. Feather light touches with one finger tip. But it was enough to make you wail. āSir,ā you sobbed.Ā
He slowed down, just slightly. āThis is how you were playing,ā he said. āIs this rushing or dragging?ā he asked you. He didnāt falter. He didnāt stop. The circles on your clit were mouth watering; not too heavy, but just hard enough a touch that it caused your lower half to feel as though youād turned into satin.
Go figure. The violin player with long, slender fingers knew exactly how to rub your clit. As if your pussy was the fingerboard he spent hours a day practicing on. āDragging,ā you croaked.Ā
āThatās right,ā Kai affirmed. He kissed your bare bottom in a chaste peck. The pace quickened again, just slightly. āThis is exactly the tempo I need you to keep. Itās perfect, isnāt it?ā he cooed. āEven. Controlled. Enough to make you cum if youāre patient,ā he added in a low chuckle. āJudging by how youāre throwing that pretty ass back, I think youāre close. Fuck, imagine how eager youāre going to be with my dick inside you,ā Kai said. āIf youāre making this pretty ass jiggle on my fingers I canāt imagine how youāll fall apart on my cock. Youāre going to cream on my cock later, arenāt you?āĀ
āYes, sir!ā you gasped.Ā
āYes, sir, what?ā Kai asked mockingly. Your vision went white.Ā
āYes, sir, Iām going to cream on your cock!ā you babbled. The orgasm was wafting over you, making your legs shake, your vision blinded. It slammed into you and fuck it was good. It was so good.Ā
And then Kai stopped.Ā
The sound you made was that of utter betrayal. You dropped her face against the desk. āWhat the fuck?ā you complained. āThat was-that was not-!āĀ
Kai laughed. āOh, I know,ā he said in mock sympathy. āPoor thing.ā Kai stood up. He pressed the erection in his sweatpants right against your ass. āIsnāt that just awful? Being so close to a good thing and not being able to have it? Now you know just how I feel every goddamn day. You turn me into a pathetic fucking animal,ā he informed you. He held your shoulders as he grinded his cock against you. āSo fucking gorgeous every day. Always staring at me with those big eyes. You canāt honestly think I was trying to be mean to you,ā he groaned. āI wasnāt. Not then. But now? Fuck. You havenāt seen mean,ā he growled.
When he leaned to kiss the back of your neck, you could only make a small sound of want. āKai,ā you whimpered. āNeed youā¦need t-to really cum.ā
āWhat, did you āfakeā cum before?ā Kai teased. He took a handful of your hair, squeezing just so that it made you tense up in preparation for whatever dirty thing he was going to do. But he released the grip, soothing your head in a soft massage. āYou want to really cum? How?ā he asked softly.
āOn your cock,ā you pleaded.Ā
A howl of laughter escaped Kai as he tossed his head back. āYouāre so well behaved now. I thought youād put up more of a fight given how much you seem to hate me. Such a faker,ā he tutted. He slid his arm beneath you, raising you upright to lean back against his chest. āHave you wanted me the entire time?ā he whispered in your ear.Ā
Fuck. You donāt want to say it. You canāt say it. If you admitted that to him and yourself alike, then you might not be able to go back to how things were before.Ā
Hating Kai is easier than pining for him.Ā
āUse your words,ā he reminded you. A hand wandered down. He rubbed your tummy softly, āmmmāing at the feeling of your soft skin.Ā
āYes, sir, Iāve wanted you all this time,ā you admitted in a croaked string of words.Ā
A kiss pressed to the top of your head. āGood,ā he said softly. āDo you want to go to my bedroom?ā he asked.Ā
āYes, sir.ā The fervent reply is shaky. It makes Kai smile. He gives you another kiss. āThen come here.ā His arm slid around your waist. He might have lifted you into his arms. You canāt tell. Youāre blinded by him. Every sensation had been overwhelmed by his presence. However youād gotten into his bed hadnāt been registered. Youād been too preoccupied with his hands on you, his mouth on yours, to notice how he laid you ceremoniously along the bed.Ā
Kai had become a cage. His hands by your head as your mouths melted together. The kiss is fiery, a mess teeming with passion youād never felt with anyone. His tongue flicked over the roof of your mouth before bullying your own muscle into submission. Itās enough to make you moan.Ā
āFuck,ā Kai gapsed. āSo responsive,ā he whispered. He sat upright. Kai brushed his hair from his face. The black of his eyes reminded you of his hair. Only now the silky tufts are violet-toned white. āSo pretty.āĀ
He stroked his thumb over your bottom lip. āYou do not realize how often Iāve dreamed of having you for myself. I have imagined every way Iād put this pretty mouth to work. Youāre always so quiet in class. Made me want to rile you up. Of course, that was before I knew how bratty you actually are.āĀ
āIām not bratty,ā you mumbled.Ā
Kaiās eyes twinkled. āItās okay to be bratty. I like it,ā Kai whispered. āCome here,ā he breathed. He leaned down once more. His torso flattened against you. Sandwiched between him and his bed, made with soft, flannel linens, you open your lips to him. Tongues sliding across each other in messy, teasing strokes. He traced the edge of his tongue over the edges of your lips.Ā
āDo you want to be my sweet brat?ā Kai panted between kisses. His voice is husky. It sparked a frantic need between your legs.Ā
āYes, sir,ā you breathed.Ā
āGood,ā Kai said. He nipped your bottom lip. āYou still mad at me?ā he asked; hell, his voice sounded hopeful that you wouldnāt be. You huffed. You brushed the fringe from his forehead. āYes, sir,ā you admitted. āItād be easier to not be mad if youād let me cum nicely,ā you attempted to negotiate.Ā
Kai rolled his eyes at you. āBut itās so fun getting you worked up,ā he whispered. He propped himself up on an elbow. One of his hands pushed at the waistband of his sweatpants.Ā
āYou donāt wear underwear?ā you scoffed. āYouāre such a slut.ā Itās all you could say to avoid drooling over the length of him. Long, thick, a pretty, mushroom tip that begged for a tongue to lap up the precum that pearled along his slit. Your breath trembled as he kicked his sweatpants away. His eyebrows raised at your words. āNo shot you called me a slut,ā he grinned. āHow many sweet, polite girls do you know that bend over the moment theyāre told?ā he asked. With one hand he tugged his shirt over his head. āYou absolutely melted. Presented yourself so eagerly.ā He leaned down to kiss your mouth as he stroked himself. āI'll never forget the sight of you that way,ā he murmured against your lips.Ā
āKai,ā you babbled. āC-can't wait anymore,ā you whispered. āPlease, can I touch you?ā
āAw,ā Kai crooned. āSo well mannered all of a sudden? Afraid I'll ruin that second orgasm? You deserved it the first time,ā he pointed out. āBeing mean and rude. Shouting at me for no good reason,ā he tutted. Snaking a hand up your shirt, Kai couldn't help himself in smirking as he fondled your breast. He gave a squeeze.Ā
āIt wasn't for āno good reason',ā you complained. The fire in your voice was completely extinguished. Only a soft lull of desire wrapped in your words. āYou're mean to me.ā
āI'd watch that mouth,ā Kai warned. As he pulled your shirt off, he reminded you, āIf you're so eager to ācum nicelyā then you should probably refrain from calling me mean. Mmm, you're so fucking hot,ā Kai groaned. He buried his face between your breasts. His tongue lolled over your nipple, and he voiced a hum of satisfaction as he tasted you. āPretty tits,ā he groaned. āSay it. Say, āSir, I have pretty tits.āā
You made a sound of displeasure. āThat's embarrassing,ā you complained.
Kai's good natured humor vanished. āSay it,ā he repeated.
Your lip trembled. āI-S-Sir,ā you said quietly.
āYes, baby?ā Kai asked with a triumphant squeeze of your tits.Ā
āI haveā¦pretty tits,ā you forced out. Kai looked happy with the phrase and he kissed your forehead upon hearing the words.Ā
āI know you do,ā he assured. āCome here,ā he muttered. His arms scooped beneath your thighs. He crowded down, his lips latching over your nipple. The edges of his teeth just barely slid in place, making your back lift at the sensation. He pulled you flat to your back, raising your legs so that your ankles dangled on his shoulders. āSo pretty,ā he groaned, āI canāt think about anything else.ā Kai forced your cunt flush to his pelvis. The heavy weight of his cock settled through your folds, sliding through the slick mess youād made.Ā
āKai!ā you gasped. āPlease donāt tease. Please. I-Iām sorry,ā you stammered out. The flush on your cheeks spoke numbers in comparison to your meek apology. Though you were hoping it would appease his teasing nature so that heād slide his cock inside you, you also couldnāt deny that you were sorely embarrassed for the way youād treated him. He really didnāt deserve the way you spoke to him tonight. āI would really like it if you walked me home,ā you said in a hoarse voice.Ā
Momentarily stilled by your words, Kaiās eyes blinked down at you. āYou would?ā he asked softly.Ā
You nodded quickly. āYes,ā you promised him. āI would.āĀ
His expression was unreadable for a moment. Something like guilt seemed to flicker in the edges of his eyes. But the barely-there dart of emotion became vanquished. His eyes darkened. āThatās too bad,ā he said. āYouāre not going home tonight,ā he said lowly. He smacked his cock against your cunt folds two, three times. āYouāre staying right here. Right in my bed.ā His hands stroked up and down the front of your thighs, keeping them upright against his chest. āWe arenāt done with our lesson.āĀ
Two fingers spread your pussy wide. He padded his thumb across your clit for a moment. He pressed his cock against the soft, delicate skin. You both shuddered-him at the warm and silky soft embrace of your pussy exposed, and you at the heavy, warm weight of his cock. He made a few drags back and forth. āShit,ā he panted out. Your slick smears along his shaft. You couldnāt help yourself in moaning at the sensation of Kaiās dick rubbing against your clit over and over. Slow, even, controlled drags. It didnāt match the quickened breath from his agape lips. Rough and ragged. āFuck,ā he swore. He suddenly had your thighs pinned to the bed. Each hand gripped tight, knuckles white as he squeezed the flesh of your legs. āOpen those legs wide,ā he panted. He nudged his cock at your center. His chest heaved as he pressed the tip in. You choked on a gasp. āOh, god, Kai,ā you groaned. Even his tip is wide enough to stretch you.Ā
Kai closed his eyes. His breaths are laborious. āIf you keep talking like that,ā he said in a low grit, āthen Iām not going to be able to stretch you ānicelyā.ā
Your breasts heaved as he pressed inside. Back lifting off the bed like a string on your heart was being tugged upright, and an unrecognizable sound echoed from your lips. He must only be about halfway now. You haven't been properly stretched out by anyone nearly as well endowed as Kai. You'd never been treated in such a filthy way before. Sex hadn't been a priority in your life. Such opportunities seldom arose. In the heat of those few and far between moments you usually found yourself laying on your back for sixty seconds, laying on your stomach for another thirty, and then went on your merry way with a chaffing feeling between your legs. Any orgasms you'd had to this point had been achieved by your own effort.
You suspect that Kai had hardly gotten started with you; yet your cunt pulsated with eagerness and need. Any tensions you'd held in your posture were released. Only languid arousal ripples in your veins, like rivers of arousal streaming into your body.Ā
āOh, my god!ā You squeaked out. You fisted the flannel linen as Kaiās cock shifted as deep as he could go without splitting you down your center. It did sting for a moment. His girth was a blessing and a curse, it seemed. You panted breaths as you cast your eyes between your legs. He didn't bottom out to the hilt-he was already three quarters of the way in and you're certain he's snaked into your belly. Hands trembled on your thighs as he rutted inside you, taking great care not to split you in half on his entire length. No wonder he was restraining himself. You could see how you were stretched out on him.Ā
You were unable to control the guttural moan that escaped your mouth. Stretched wide around him wasn't enough. Each rock of his hips eased up the vague burn of accommodation for his size.Ā
āRelax,ā Kai grunted. āP-pussyās dragging me in. Fucking squeezing, twitching on me.ā
Well you could hardly help that. Your heart pounded in your chest. You wouldn't equate this moment to any other sexual escapade you'd had. It never occurred to you that sex could feel so much like near drowning. Making a dive into the deep end without enough air in your lungs-the feeling of sheer physical relief and eagerness when you're kicking up to the surface, so close but so far. It felt like that, albeit in the best way. Where one might have the intense, biological need to surface for air, you harbored the need to feel him full seated inside you. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough.Ā
āKai,ā you babbled. āI want to take it all the way,ā you insisted.Ā
Kai grunted at your words. āYou will,ā he rasped. āFuck, I promise you will. Take it like this first. Prove you can take me like this, then I'm pounding this pussy all night. Understood?ā He asked firmly before he reached down to stroke your clit.
āYes, sir,ā you obeyed. It didn't help that he knew exactly how to stroke your clit. Your hips shifted upwards. Kai audibly snarled. Both his hands slammed your hips flat to the bed.Ā
āI said to wait,ā he reminded you, teeth bared. āNow you have to rub your own clit. Can't trust you to lay there and take it exactly the way I say. Are you such a slut you want this dick to break you?ā He breathed.
āYes, sir,ā you sniffled.Ā
The bed squeaked all the while as his fingers pressed five, dark bruises onto either hip. āYou really are, aren't you?ā He rasped. The shallow digs of his cock had you whining for more. āRub your clit,ā he bit out.
You quickly obliged the command. You snaked a hand down to stroke your clit fast, eager.
āSlow down,ā he tutted. āRushing, again. Match my rhythm, baby. That's right. Good little thing. You really take it so well, don't you?ā He cooed down at you. He deliberately slowed his pace, rutting half his cock inside. You're unable to control the contracting squeezing and fluttering of your pussy around him. Your jaw went slack as you and he held eyecontact.Ā
\Such darkness that seemed to glow in the orbs that didn't waver from your face.Ā
āP-please, Sir, please all the way,ā you begged.Ā
āSlow that hand down,ā Kai told you sternly. āThis is still a lesson, baby. Keep. Your. Pace.ā His hips had stuttered in their languid, half strokes.
āI am!ā You complained. āIt's not enough. I understand, I'll always follow your pace from now on. Forever,ā you insisted. āPlease just give me more.ā
Kai rolled his eyes at you. āGive you more?āā He pushed the heels of his hands into your pelvis as he finally sank himself to the hilt.Ā
The noise you made was unrecognizable. A hard groan, the air in your lungs punched out of you. āFuck!ā You gasped.
āOh, god,ā Kai rasped. āCan hardly fucking move you're so tight,ā he panted.Ā
It didn't stop him from trying. If it weren't for the way he started to pound you, you would have complained about the way he kept your hips pressed hard into the mattress. Yet it was just leverage for him, keeping you a steady target as he pounded into you. It's a lewd sound-wet clapping of his hips as he smacked into you.
Heat bloomed down your neck, along the tops of your breasts which jiggled with every single rough stroke.Ā
āOh, fuck, Kai!ā You sobbed. It's all you could repeat over and over.Ā
His body is tense with exertion-his shoulders rippled with muscle as he seemed to crouch over you, hands flat on your hips as he fucked you harder and faster then you'd even experienced in your dreams.
A loud groan escaped Kaiās chest. āShit, baby, you're so hot and tight. Rub that pretty clit again.ā
Doing as you were told only caused your vision to swirl white. The pleasure furled throughout your entire body. Even your belly filled with something heavy and weightless at once. Like you were being dissolved into fluffy clouds at the same time you were bearing the weight of him not from atop but from within. For the first time in a long time you felt complete. Or at the very least you'd become satisfied. The laundry list of worries and tasks in mind didn't seem to matter so much anymore. Every anxiety, every menial task-it's become a distant island in the foreground of your mind.
You can only feel. And it's Kai you're feeling, it's Kai you're smelling and hearing and tasting. Itās Kai thatās molding your cunt to take his cock.
Your body seized tight. āKai!ā The word is a gasp. Pleasure in its rawest form riddled through you. It was so strong it was borderline painful. Your back arched, a curve as perfect as a rainbow. No other words could properly be summoned as you orgasmed so hard it was like losing consciousness. Just a broken, twisted sort of sound that you couldn't even register.Ā
For all the teasing, all the pestering Kai had done all evening, he didn't ruin this. He relentlessly buried himself inside you over and over. Rubbing his tip right along the underside of your cuntās highest point. He didn't ease up. The height of pleasure roiled inside you for what felt like an eternity. You weren't able to discern when it got to be too much. When suddenly your pleas for more turned into punctuated sobs and shudders of pleasure so great it was nearing pain.Ā It had to have been around when Kai pulled out suddenly, his hard cock smacking against your tummy as he fisted himself to quick completion. The warm spurts of cum coated your belly as you shivered at the sight. His chest heaved. The only sound for a brief second was that of you both panting for air.
Kai crawled over you. Settled comfortably with his hips against yours, he nipped your lip. āMessy girl,ā he whispered in your ear. The spread of his seed stuck to his abdomen now, the pair of you sticky and slick.Ā
Your eyes are hazy as you look at him. You felt heavy in the afterglow of such intense pleasure. Though now is your chance. To touch him, to feel him. You placed trembling palms over each shoulder. The smile drawn on his lips is a cross of fondest and wickedness alike.
You spared no expense in your wandering touch. Every muscle, every tendon, you felt them. Kai took his mouth to yours. His tongue moved languidly against the soft crevices of your mouth. For every lap of Kaiās wet muscle over yours, you traced the ridges of his spine. Beneath each fingertip you outlined his shoulder blades, the dip of his back.
The kiss deepened. Intensified yet again, the touches became frantic. Each of you grabbing at the other as if in a moment you'd be ripped apart.Ā
Settled atop you, Kai quickly pinned your knees to your chest. He hooked both arms beneath your knees to keep you in place. āCan you take it again?ā He whispered against your mouth.
āYes, sir,ā you replied, voice pitched just as soft but the words bleeding with excitement.
His tip nudged at your folds once more. A single, deliberate stroke found him sinking into your warmth. He slowly pumped himself to the hilt.Ā
Kai pressed his face into the curve of your chest.
You must be sopping wet. Not only did Kai glide inside with comfortable ease ,but the sound itself was just as pornographic as the sensation:Ā mouth watering, eye blurring--like a tart dessert. Only you've never known such pleasure. Certainly nothing was sweet enough to satisfy this particular craving, which you're bound to have again in the near future. You're unable to properly wonder if you're going to be blessed with regular rehearsal sessions with Kai. You can only hope he finds the time to tutor you again.
Kai steadily picked up speed. His measured thrusts are enough to make you whimper nonsense.Ā
Uncontrollable contractions your cunt had around his cock. Strong twitches of your pussy walls that squeezed him in earnest.Ā
āYeah, baby,ā he rasped in a husky voice. His mouth is right by your ear. His thrusts are confounding snaps of his pelvis against yours. Each the meeting of skin against skin is a wet clap. āTaking this dick so good,ā he praised quietly. āYou're my favorite slut, aren't you? Say, āIām sir's perfect little toy.āā The mocking tone of his words should have angered you.
āI'm sirās perfect little toy!ā You pledged. Rather than anger, it was arousal that spread through you with the rapid means of a wild fire.Ā
God knows you're his perfect toy. Knees hiked to your breasts as he plowed deep into you, how could you not be? A great sense of pride unfurled in your chest. Whether or not he meant the words didn't matter. Not now, anyways. However you took the statement at face value. You are his perfect you. You are his favorite slut.Ā
āThat's right,ā Kai mocked when you whined his name. He pressed a soft kiss to your mouth. āOpen big.ā
You did, opening your lips for him.Ā
āLet's see that slutty tongue,ā Kai added.
You stuck your tongue out for him. Kai pressed a particularly rough thrust into you. āThat's fucking right,ā Kai growled. He leaned his lips over yours. You half expected a kiss.
He spat onto your tongue.
Fuck if you didn't love it.
āSwallow it,ā Kai warned you. As if you need to be warned. Eagerly you'd already lapped your lips clean of his taste.Ā
The sight of you caused Kai to groan. Unraveled by your image of equal parts beauty and salaciousness, Kaiās hips stuttered. Clumsy and deep had overtaken his rhythm. He strained to control himself. You could see it in his face, the way his jaw set and his eyes sharpened.Ā
He was close. Close as you were, and this time he couldn't pace himself without risking your wrath of another ruined orgasm. There's only one solution.Ā
Your body burned for him. You don't want him to cum inside you, you need it; the way you need air in your lungs and water in your body, you need Kaiās cum making a sticky mess of your cunt.Ā
āPlease, sir, can you cum inside me?ā You babbled. āI need it so bad.āĀ
It had come out of nowhere. Unexpected, however entirely undeniable. You were half tempted to lock your legs around his waist.Ā
Kai groaned at your words. āF-fucking slut begging for my cum,ā he rasped. āWhy? So you can yell at me for it later on?ā He taunted.Ā
You shook your head frantically. āI won't, I swear! I'll never yell at you again if you cum inside me right now,ā you blindly promise.Ā
Kai scoffed. āYeah, right. You'll find something to bitch about, I'm sure.ā He had slowed his pace down, compensating for the heated request you'd made.Ā
āKai!ā You groaned. You dropped your head back against the pillow. Finally closing your eyes, you shook your head. āI wanna cum at the same time! I'm on the pill, I'll be good all the time, I'll never get mad at you again,ā you rambled. Your voice slurred into a slew of moans as he steadily pumped faster and faster.Ā
āListen to yourself. Bargaining for a creampie. Every time you're acting like a bitch, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to bend you over and fuck the attitude out of you. You're such a sweetheart when you take me,ā he grunted out. A clumsy lap of his tongue broadened along your pulse. āI'm really close, baby,ā he rasped into your ear.Ā He unhooked one of your legs. Swiping his fingers over your tummy, he gathered his spilt cum from before and smeared it over your clit. āTell me one more time exactly where I'm going to cum.ā
Your response got stuck in the transit from your brain to your mouth. Only a broken moan fell from your lips. His hulking weight disabled your ability to squirm. Such relentless circles on your clit, coupled with his fat cock pistoning inside of you without remorse, caused every word you wanted to say to fizzle into noises. Open-mouthed gasps, deep shuddering moans.Ā
āUse your words,ā Kai hissed in your ear. You could physically feel the tension relayed all through him; hips stuttering against you as he waited to hear the final request.Ā
āI-inside,ā you babbled.Ā
It was enough for Kai. Letting go of the rigid self control, he let himself rut into you with hard desperation. The pace of an animal, really. It punched salacious sounds from your chest to feel the physical energy that had been bottled up inside him. His fingers circled against your clit with the same fervor he gave your cunt.
He moaned in your ear as he came; the sound as uncontrolled and natural as the ones you were making, which you were sure seemed louder and perhaps more obnoxious. You have half a mind to be embarrassed about it.Ā
Later, you decide. Youāll be embarrassed later.Ā
For now youād savor the immense gratification of having his essence spilled inside of you. Oozing warmth, his warmth, freshly sated along the velvety expanse of your cuntās walls.Ā
A satisfied sigh breezed from your mouth.Ā
Kai removed his cock from you. He made a quick peek. āShit. Looks pretty painted in my cum.ā He crawled over to lay beside you. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. āHey,ā he said softly. āLook at me. You okay?āĀ
āIām perfect,ā you assured, dragging your hazy eyes to look at him. You even offered a thumbs up. Kai chuckled.Ā
āI know youāre perfect,ā he agreed. He turned round, snagging his tee shirt from the floor. āHere,ā he offered in a gentle voice. He eased your legs apart.Ā
Youāre in disbelief at your treatment of him. Youād marked him for a cruel, bitter man. And yet here he was, featherlight brushes of his shirt along your exerted cunt. Wiping up the mess heād made-the mess youād begged for. He wipes your stomach clean, too.Ā
āIāll be right back,ā he said carefully. āDo you want water?ā
Such a simple offer made you melt. You nodded. āSure,ā you smiled. āIād love that. Thank you.āĀ
As he darted off the bed, appearing lithe and not at all exhausted (and wow he has a cute butt), you told yourself that every offer he made would be smiled upon and thanked properly. He deserved that, at least. You sorely regretted the way youād treated him tonight. Even in your mind youād reletentlessly bullied the guy. And for what? For an unrequited crush?Ā
When Kai returned, he held a chilled water bottle out for you. āThank you,ā you said again, sitting upright in his bed. You took a long swig. āHere,ā you offered it to him next.Ā
He didnāt take it. Heād just sat beside you, watching you with intent.Ā
ā...Do you want me to leave?ā you asked awkwardly.Ā
Panic sharpened in his features. āWhat?ā Kai asked. āNo! No, I donāt want that. Unless you want to leave,ā he offered.Ā
āNot at all,ā you replied with a shake of your head. āI canāt tell what youāre thinking. When you look at me that way. Youāre always giving me that look in class. I just donāt know what it means. Iāve always thought I was a somewhat empathetic person, but when I look at you, Kai, I cannot even begin to theorize what goes on in your head.āĀ
Kaiās lips curved into a crooked smile. āSeriously?ā He chuckled. He leaned in to press a soft kiss on your bare shoulder. āIām thinking that youāre absurdly gorgeous,ā he explained. āAnd that every time I try to talk to you, all I get in response is a few blinks and a shrug. Had me thinking I was super ugly for a minute,ā he chided.Ā
You wrinkled your nose. āNot at all ugly,ā you informed him. āMythically good looking, more like. I felt like all this time youād been picking on me. I thought you had it out for me.ā
Kai leaned his head back as he laughed. āI do have it out for you. Just not in the way you thought,ā he said. He brushed his knuckles over your cheek. āWill you stay the night with me?ā he asked carefully, like he felt if he asked too loudly or too abruptly it would startle you away.Ā
Fuzzy warmth bloomed through your chest. All this time youād mistaken it for an itching burn to be clawed out of you. Youād had the signs and youād ignored them. You liked Kai. A lot.Ā
āOf course,ā you agreed.Ā
Relief overcame the shadow of doubt in his eyes. āGood,ā he said. āIām glad. We need to keep practicing,ā he pointed out.Ā
Lounging on Kaiās bed, both of you naked, it seemed domestic beyond compare. It had you giddy. You werenāt entirely eager to get out of bed and keep paying. Though that was the original intention of the night, you found yourself comfortable in his bed. You groaned. āFine,ā you sighed. You took another long drink of water. āI need my shirt, though,ā you said, peering off the other side of the bed.Ā
Kai chuckled. The bed shifted as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. While you reached for the shirt discarded on the floor, his fingers traced over your collarbone, down the curve of your shoulder. āNot that sort of practice, baby,ā he whispered in your ear. His finger traced down the curve of your spine. āGet on your hands and knees, sweetheart. Letās see how well you learn while I pound this pussy from behind.ā
huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are determined to have girlfriends by the end of their college years, but thatās easier said than done when theyāre known as the biggest players on campus.
GENRES āø smut, fluff, crack, college au
WARNINGS āø profanity, sexual content (smut), alcohol consumptionĀ
AUTHORāS NOTE āø hello !! welcome to my nct dream 00 line series that iām super hyped for !! since i never did anything for my 1k followers milestoneā¦. or 2kā¦. or 3kā¦. or 4kā¦. consider this my 5k milestone ā” these are going to be like mini fics (around 5k??) so itās a refreshing break from the long fics :ā)Ā the stories are loosely connected but you donāt have to read in order. send me an ask or comment to be added to the tag list! thank you for reading & i hope you enjoy!!
warnings: DEAD DOVE! DO NOT EAT!! 18+ MDNI!!! possessive yandere joong, time outs, humiliation, forced pet play, reader made to get in a cage and be hand-fed, captive reader, mind-breaking, fem reader, unwanted (?) praise
word count: 1432
author's note: helloo everyone. i'm sorry i haven't posted in ages. i hope you guys like this one, it's been finished for 2 months and just sitting in my docs bc i've been too scared to post it. this is inspired by A Puppy's Place by @last-words-ofashootingstar and the song mutt by Sophie Meiers
You donāt even remember what started it. Something small. Something that used to matter before all this. A stupid argument, a crack in the maskāyou let it slip. Let yourself rise just a little too high.
He didnāt yell back.
That was the first warning.
He just stared at you, standing there in the middle of the living room with your chest heaving and your hands clenched into fists.
And he waited.
Waited until the anger drained out of you and left behind something colder. Something crawling in your gut.
āI said Iām not your fucking pet,ā you snap. Quieter now, but still defiant. Still too much.
He tilts his head.
You regret it the moment the words hit the air.
Silence stretches.
āIām sorry,ā you murmur. āIt slippedāā
āYouāve been acting up,ā he says, calm. Not angry. Not loud.
Which is worse.
You blink, throat dry. āI was justāā
āSit,ā he says, and you do. On the floor. In the middle of the kitchen, like a dog waiting for scraps.
He crouches in front of you, expression unreadable. Close enough that you can see the faint bloodstain on his sleeve. Not yours. Not today.
āHow long have we lived together now?ā he asks softly, brushing hair from your face. His hand is gentle. You think it would hurt less if it weren't.
You swallow. ā...Seven weeks.ā
He smiles faintly, like heās proud you remembered.
āSeven weeks. And Iāve been good to you, havenāt I?ā
You nod.
āI feed you. I keep you warm. I talk to you when youāre lonely. I let you sit on the couch during movies.ā
You nod again, slower. You know where this is going. You want to scream, but you canāt. Not yet.
āAnd yetā¦ā He stands now, towering over you. āYouāve started talking back. Getting louder.ā
Your mouth opens. āI havenātāā
āShh.ā
That sharp little hiss slices through your voice like a scalpel.
He crouches lower so heās eye level with you.
āLetās go over the rules again,ā he murmurs. āWhere do animals sleep?ā
You stiffen.
He waits.
Your lips part, but your throat locks. Shame wells hot in your chest.
āSay it,ā he whispers.
You freeze. Everything in your body says donāt answer. Donāt give him the satisfaction. Donāt shrink for him.
But you already are.
āā¦In cages,ā you finally breathe.
He smiles, soft and satisfied. āGood girl.ā
You want to cry.
āAnd what are you?ā he continues.
The words stick.
He tilts his head, like heās studying something interesting in your eyes. āWhat are you?ā he asks again. āAfter everything Iāve done for you. After everything youāve become.ā
You shake your head.
But his hand closes around your jaw, firm but never bruising.
āWhat are you?ā
You squeeze your eyes shut. The words fall from your mouth like a confession.
āā¦An animal.ā
His hand drops. He exhales like thatās what heās been waiting for all night.
āThatās right.ā
He gestures with a nod of his chin toward the corner of the room. You donāt have to look to know itās there.
The dog crate.
You havenāt had to sleep in it in almost three weeks.Ā
āNow,ā he says, still gentle. āGet in.ā
You shake your head once. A twitch. Barely movement. But he sees it.
He steps closer.
You donāt flinch. Not because you're braveābecause your body wonāt move.
āGet. In.ā Each word lands like the snap of a leash.
Your throat is dry. āPleaseāā
He raises an eyebrow. āYou think dogs get to talk back? You think they raise their voice?ā
You donāt answer.
He waits.
And waits.
And then, finally, you move.
The carpet burns. Your hands scrape as you crawl across it, shame prickling hot under your skin like a rash. The metal cage looms, open and waiting. You hate how familiar it feels. You hate how small youāve learned to make yourself.
You slide in.
Your knees curl to your chest. Shoulders hunched. Just like he taught you.
The door shuts behind you with a click.
He doesnāt lock it. He never does. Doesnāt need to anymore.
You wouldnāt dare come out without permission.
He stands over you for a momentāshadow blotting out the ceiling light. Watching. Making sure you stay quiet. Stay curled.
Stay put.
Then he turns and walks away, humming softly to himself.
You stare at the bars.
And you remind yourself, again and again, that you are not a pet.
You are not.
You are not.
But when the lights go out, and the quiet sets in, and you press your cheek to the cool metal floor to sleepā
Itās hard to remember what you were before the cage.
You donāt know how long itās been.
Hours. Maybe more.
Your breathingās slowed, but your bodyās still tenseācurled tight inside the crate like you could disappear into yourself. Like you wouldnāt fill the space at all if you just tried harder.
You hear him return before you see himāsoft steps across the carpet, deliberate. No rush. He wants you to hear him coming.
Wants you to think about it.
A bowl scrapes gently across the floor as he crouches in front of the cage.
You donāt look at him.
āHey,ā he says softly.
You squeeze your eyes shut.
āI brought you something.ā
You glance at the bowl. Itās torn pieces of bread and cold chickenāthe same thing he ate earlier, but colder. Smaller. Stripped.
You hate that youāre hungry. Hate that your mouth waters at the smell of it.
āCome here.ā
Still, you donāt move.
A pause.
Then his voice changesānot louder, but heavier. A quiet sternness that coils down your spine like cold breath.
āCome. Here.ā
Reluctantly, like your body is someone elseās, you shift forward. Crawl across the crateās tiny interior until your face is close to the bars. You donāt look at him. You stare past his shoulder. At the wall. At the floor. At anything else.
He reaches through the bars, holding a strip of chicken between two fingers.
āOpen.ā
You hesitate.
He waits.
āYou donāt want to go hungry, do you?ā he asks, like heās giving you a choice. Like he isnāt kneeling there with the only food youāre allowed.
You hate this part.
Hate how familiar it is. Hate that your body already knows what to do.
Slowly, you part your lips.
He slips the bite into your mouth with two fingers. Not roughly. Carefully. Like always.
āGood girl,ā he murmurs.
You chew. You swallow. It tastes like cold meat and shame.
Another piece follows.
He doesnāt offer the bowl. Doesnāt let you feed yourself.
He lifts the food to your mouth one piece at a time, hand through the bars like youāre in a zoo, and heās showing kindness to something wild and sad.
āSee?ā he says quietly, sliding another bite past your lips. āItās better when you behave.ā
You donāt answer.
He wipes his thumb across the corner of your mouth. The touch makes your stomach turn. Too intimate. Too practiced.
āYou donāt like the cage,ā he says, ābut you always listen better after a night in it.ā
His tone is almost mournful.
āYou know I donāt want to do this to you,ā he says gently, like heās consoling a child. āThis isnāt fun for me.ā
Your jaw clenches.
āYou think I like putting you in there?ā he murmurs, voice low, intimate, like a secret between friends.Ā
āI warned you what happens when you start barking, didnāt I?ā
You donāt respond. You stare at the floor of the cage as you chew another piece of cold chicken, fists curled into your sides, breathing thin.
āYou think Iām being cruel,ā he continues, and you can hear the smile in his voice now. āBut if I let you talk to me like thatāif I let you yell, disobey, biteāthen what? Youāll think itās okay. Youāll do it again. And again.ā
His fingers tap lightly against the metal. Tap. Tap. Tap.
āAnd thatās not how you train a pet, sweetheart.ā
You swallow, and hate that itās loud enough to hear.
He leans closer, until his face is almost level with yours through the bars. His eyes shine with something patient. Sickly sweet.
āBad pets need to be punished,ā he says softly. āOr they keep making the same mistakes.ā
A long, long moment passes.
And then, slowlyāyour pride breaking somewhere deep inside your ribsāyou speak.
āThank you.ā
His expression softens.
āThere she is,ā he whispers. āThereās my good girl.ā
The cage door never opens.
He just strokes his hand once along the bars like he might pat your head if he could.
SYNOPSIS! Have you ever spoken to Sunghoon? No. Will you ever muster up the courage to speak to him? Probably not. But thatās not going to stop you from admiring him from afar is it? Unknowingly to you, Sunghoon has been admiring you too, will you ever talk to him? Thatās for you to find out ;)
GENRE! Basketball player!hoon x artist fem!reader, collage au, strangers to lovers, Sunghoon is so down bad
CAUTION! inappropriate jokes, cursing, a little suggestive, more to be added
SYNOPSIS! When you're roommate decides to move in with her boyfriend after 4 years of living together, you're forced to find a replacement. Yes at 24 it may be a little strange living with someone you've never met but as a training paediatric nurse it's the best choice you can think of over moving back in with your parents! But what happens when the boy you find as a replacement turns out to be the worst roommate ever created, as well as a big soppy looser who feels as though his sole purpose in life is to make you happy (heās very bad at that).
GENRE! Training paediatric nurse fem!reader x Training marine biologist Beomgyu, strangers to ??, Beomgyu is a litttle bit of a perv but nothing extreme
CAUTION/ NOTES! Sexual jokes/ innuendoes, cursing, other warnings will be unique to each chapter, readers faceclaim is chaein from Purple kiss (rip purki), this smau will be relatively short - aiming for around 20 ish parts
šššššššš: He was sweetāalmost too sweet. The kind of boyfriend who said all the right things, touched you like you mattered, and smiled like he had nothing to hide. But the charm was a mask, carefully crafted to disarm. Behind the softness lurked something darker: a hidden lifestyle he documented regularly online under the pseudonym āch0i-kittyā, who posted content of girls he slowly corrupted on camera, vulgar perversion and live streamed conversations about his target of choice.
You thought you were falling in love.
You didnāt realize you were being documented.
AKA In which your sweet boyfriend isnāt as sweet as you originally thought and is a pervert with a taste for corrupting girls on camera. wc: 7k
warnings: characters have little to no moral code, corruption kink, impact play, full nelson, strangling, hair pulling, overstim, dubcon (somewhat), rough sex. dom!san, mindbreak, coercion/intended manipulation, sanās a massive pervert and a red flag (like genuinely, itās pretty bad), reader gets photos of them taken without their permissionāheads up, plot twist!
donāt read if u donāt like it
this is arguably the filthiest thing iāve written on this blog thus farā¦. and thatās saying something LMAO
āBaby, didāya eat today?ā San reaches across the table, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. You shake your head, hair swaying, and take a sip of your iced tea. The condensation seeps into your fingers, and without thinking, you wipe your hand on your lap. Bunnyās dinerāa diner owned by Sanās childhood friend Seonghwaāwas bustling under the brunch traffic. You donāt notice Sanās gaze drifting upwardānor the way he taps his finger against the salt shaker, nudging it just enough to send it tumbling off the edge.
āFuckāsorry.ā Face chagrin and flushed as he tries to reach under the table, purposely bumping his head against the edge. San gets on his knees, scraping at the excess salt on the floor slowlyāeyes darkening as he makes contact with your skin tight panties that practically restrict the blood flow around your cunt.
Youāre wearing white today.
Cute.
He makes sure his phoneās on silent before he snaps a photo, pocketing it before sliding back into the booth, and sighing exasperatingly. āWhy am I so fucking clumsy?ā He groans and threads his fingers into his head to curl into himself. āāI feel like everyone heard that.ā
They didnāt. He knew they didnāt. Not under all that clanging going on in the Dinerās kitchen.
You reach forward, grabbing his hand with doe eyes. āNo one heard it! Itās okay, baby. I drop things all the time.ā
It takes everything in San to not moan.
You were perfect.
He couldnāt stop talking about you when he live-streamed last night: everything he wanted and planned to do to you, your name falling out of his lips as he touched himself slightly out of frameāgripping tightly, grindingāstifling his moans with gritted teeth against a belt so you wouldnāt hear him during your call.
You called for no reason. All you said was āI called because I missed you. I love you.ā
Sugary. Honey. Cotton candy and the color pink. You were the sweetest fucking thing.
And he doesnāt think heās ever wanted to ruin something so badly. None of the other girls before you wore innocence as well as you did.
To them? It was an aestheticāsomething subject to change. They wanted him to ruin them. But you?
You were his idle angel and sweetness incarnateādoll like lashes without a hint of suspicion or mal-intentions. Shy. The type to naturally hold a hand out when you needed help getting down from somewhere and not flinching when a big arm wrapped around your waist to pick you up.
The type to kiss San and plan on a weddingānot him stuffing you full of cock and fucking you dumb into a stale pillow in his dorm room. To flinch and pull away in embarrassment when his hand crept under the cup of your bra, begging him kindly to take it slow.
Which he did.
He has been.
He savors the push and pullāitās how he knows youāre the real deal.
San watches you slice into the Canadian ham, a content smile tugging at his lips as you happily dig into your eggs Benedict. Youād need all the energy you could get.
He slides his pancakes over to you, smearing honey butter and packing on the cinnamon just the way liked them and tells you heās too full to eat anymore.
āYouāre missing out, Sannie.ā You jest, tapping the tip of your fork against your teeth playfully. āYou barely ateāā you pause to take a bite, smiling at him mid-chew. āSomething on your mind?ā
He bites back a smile, eyes folding into half moons as he stared at you for a couple of beats āItās just cuteāthe way you look when you eat.ā
āThe way I eat?ā You tilt your head.
āYeahāyou justā¦stuff your mouth until itās super cramped. Carefulā he wipes cream from the side of your mouth āā you might choke if you take too much all at once.ā
A sudden tension threads through his voice, pulling your eyes up from the plate, curious. You nod, offering him a sweet smile.
āAye, captain!ā
San always worries about the smallest things.
He scrolls through his phone as you finish your meal, the clink of your fork masking the soft swipes of his finger. You donāt see the images flashing byācandid frames of you lost in thought, others taken while you slept, your shirt slipped just high enough to expose the delicate curve of lace against skin. Some are closer, hungrier: your legs parted in sleep, revealing only the faintest swell of softness. He lingers on that one a moment longer, gaze unreadable, mouth still curled in that contented smile.
When you finish eating, San calls for the waiter with a patient smileāsliding a stack of bills down before rearranging the dishes politely and leaving.
Sanās thick, calloused fingers grab hold of your hand āthreading meticulously before leading you out of the Diner, exhaust fumes of humid street stalls and early autumn conundrum waft into your nose. You feel content. Full. Happy and in love.
You watch his side profile, the breeze tugging gently at his cropped hair. He glances both ways, unfazed by your gaze, then crosses the road with youāheading toward his daddyās old ā70, the metal sun-warmed and waiting.
You trail your fingers along the muted, rust-red paint while waiting for San to unlock the doorāthen slip inside as he murmurs a small joke under his breath. He rolls the windows down, knowing you like to rest your head on his arm while he drives, your feet dangling out the windowājust far enough to feel free, but never close enough to tempt danger.
At a red light, San reaches a hand towards the glove compartmentādigging around before pulling out an old camcorder. A small jingle plays as it turns on, the chime beckoning a giggle from you. āWhatās that?ā
He doesnāt answerājust presses play.
āSmile for the camera, pretty.ā
Then he gives your thigh a light smack when you laugh, face buried in your hands as you shrink back into your seat, grinning behind your fingers. Playfully, you peek an eye outālaughing with your heart, wind in your hair, and girls just want to have fun by Cyndi Lauper playing in the background.
He gets you home safe and sound, kissing you a little bit rougher than usual. The red light of his camcorder still flickers on his dashācamera becoming a voyeur on top of his dashboard when his hands rest on your thigh, fingers idling just beneath the hem of your dress and pulling lightly to squeeze the flesh itās sandwiching.
You skip to your porch, all girlish giggles and swaying skirts as you wave goodbye and close your screen door. And San watches.
Intent.
Indulging.
Ravenous.
āShe was wearing white today.ā San tinkers with a rubix cube, webcam pointed low enough to capture the sharp of his jawāa canine-like half grin, as he licked his teeth and sucked in a frustrated breath. He unbuttons his dress shirt just enough for a golden sliver of skin to peak out and spreads his legs purposely so that his pants are taut on his form.
Little pings sound from his desktop and he doesnāt bother reading any of the incoming chats from his stream. āIt was practically choking her pussyāyou think thatās why she chose to wear it? Friction or what not?ā He scoffs playfully, rubbing a thumb over the flat of his stomach as he leans back on his computer chair, recalling.
The way you tasted like honey butter and cinnamon and the way your underwear was tight enough to make your flesh swell red.
A celebratory chime rings from his computers speakers, an automated girl singing āpoints, points!ā
[ā¢ ch0iās_fav-kitty_ gifted 200 points and left a note! āRuin her for the rest of us.ā ]
San smirks cunningly.
āWell, since you asked so nicelyāIāll plan a gift just for you, kitty.ā He unbuttons the last few notches on his dress shirt, sliding his palm down the flat of his golden tummy and under his slacks. āBut until then, Iāll dedicate this show to you.ā
Biting at the cuff of his wrist, stifling his moans and keening his neck just enough to keep the crowd satisfied since they werenāt allowed to see his face. San was in his element and this was his arena.
Heāll use the money from this livestream to pay for something sweet, vanilla, and totally boyfriend coded before melting you down into something wrecked. Unrecognizable. Fucked up and pretty just for him.
The best part? Heās waited this long so youād let him do it willingly.
Choi San knew he had all the makings of the perfect boyfriendāthe kind others envied, whispered about, and admired from afar. Charismatic, intelligent, and from a well-to-do familyāand upon arriving as a legacy to his university, he was immediately ushered into the most prolific brotherhood of the institution. Youād hear his name uttered in locker rooms, the corners of lecture halls, and in offices as Professors discussed recommendation letters.
He sold the best parts of himself when it came to finding love, but profited the most off the filth he worked hard to keep separated from his offline life.
Thereās just one tiny pothole in Sanās initially seamless perfection: he liked ruining things. Good things. Especially good girls. On camera.
Everyone believed San had immaculate taste in women. The few he entertained publicly all shared the same quiet allureāgraceful, composed, the kind of girls who seemed untouched by anything cruel. Poised. Innocent. Almost too good to be real and too hard to dislike.
What they didnāt know was that San preferred them pure for a reasonābecause he had a fucked up way of getting off. If he got them to love him enough, then heād be able to do anythingāincluding filming every moment he got to break them down on camera. The slow sip of corruption dousing a white dress in a way that bested murder. To be caught on tape and immortalizedāproof that he had the makings. The power to ruin without apology.
It started as scratching a place he knew he shouldnāt have scratched in the first placeā a shaky livestream, stuttered words that left him like he sat in either a confessional or investigation room until he finally settled comfortably into the skin of his darkest desires. The small online community quickly grew once he released his special series, sugarcoat: a long term documentation of girls he dated and taped for his loyal followersāall perfect subjects for their fixation on the act of corrupting.
But with the others before you, it all felt like roleplay. What Choi San wants is what Choi San getsāand this is to his detriment. It was too easy. If heād asked any of them on the first date to film, he wouldāve gotten the green light.
Performative innocence, not even played to the T. C-rate actresses in frills and laceāitching to tear off the costume once shooting ends.
San didnāt camboy for money. He did it as reprieve from the kind of perfection that stifled him with its ideals on a daily basis. Here, he could be horrible.
Desired for his ugliness, for his muck.
And you were the closest thing to a natural high heād ever felt in his entire lifeāthe sweetest layer of his series. His beloved cherry on top.
āDid you like it?ā San chuckles, dimples carving into his grin, softening the sharpness of his features. The flashing LED lights of the carnival dance in his eyes, tiny sparks catching like starsālike every bit of the boy you used to dream about. Youāre breathless, and not just from how he looks in that black compression shirt, clinging to him in all the right ways, but from the rollercoaster heād talked you into riding.
āā¦Likeās an understatement. Can we go again?ā You bounce on your toes, ponytail swinging excitedly. San sighs playfully, and then shakes his head. āBaby, Iāve got a surprise waiting for you at my placeāremember?ā
Eyes brightening, you hold on tight to his left arm while making your way out the exit. The distance screams of ride-goers and arcade game music muffle your conversationsāalmost domesticating them. āCome on, canāt you give me a clue? Whatās the surprise?ā
āNo. Can. Do.ā He furrows his brows, punctuating, and then slings his arm over your shoulderāpulling you into his arms to lay a kiss on your temple. āBe a good girl. Patience is a virtue.ā
Roses.
Take out dinner that arrived just on time and tapestries hung around his dorm room to make it look more cozy and less clinical under the usually bright fluorescent overhead light. He bought an extra toothbrush and filled one of the drawers of his bathroom with a variety of skincare products, essential oils, and menstrual products.
Your favorite ice cream was frozen to perfection in his freezer and the T-shirt you liked stealing from him already waited at the edge of his bed for you, folded kindly.
San shut the door behind him, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watched you flit around the room, gently tapping the new fairy lights with the tip of your nail.
āI thought we could have a sleepover now that the termās over,ā he said. āWith the internship starting soon, I wonāt get to see you as much.ā
āSanā¦I love it. Your room finally looks lived inā you jest, elbow bumping his waist, and turn towards him to wrap your arms around the slim of his waist. He flinches slightly, body tensingāsensitive. Internally groaning because you probably donāt realize how close heās been to snapping.
The air feelsā¦different. Charged. Laced with an unspoken expectationāSan sees it in the way you seem to curl shyly when he digs his face into the crook of your neck, your usual behavior and touchiness diluted into something moderately restrained.
You typically fed on physical affection the way someone would drink water, a domesticated sense of skin to skin contact: a pinky locked with his as you studied, legs draped onto his lap while scrolling through your phone or leaning over his shoulder to watch reels with him.
Youāre seated between his legs, facing the TV. Some vintage horror movie drones on in the background, as a girl screams in horror when an undead fist pushes straight through cemetery dirtāreaching towards heaven.
She fails to run away in time and you laugh.
He didnāt expect you to find it funny, a quirk to his brow when he swears he hears you mumble āSurvival instincts of a peanutā under your breath.
When you adjust, San stills. Breath hitching when he feels the lace of your skirt rub against his jeans and he knows you feel it too.
He tries his luck and slides a palm under your shirt before rubbing the skin of your stomach casually. You lean into it, hips unconsciously rolling towards his hands.
Itās the flush on your face that undoes him, eyes unfocused, looking almost confused by the wetness he knew made your panties cling to your skin.
āābaby. Can I touch you more?ā He coats his words in sugar, breathing into your ear sweetly. The edges of his voice beg.
āā¦mhm.ā You nod slowly, hair falling over your cheekbones as you peer up at him. San pulls you closer, your back pressed against his chest as he peppers wet kisses up your neck.
He groans when you shiver and your back to press your breasts into his hands instinctively.
But you flinch away, a quiet embarrassment settling into your bones. You look confused, thighs closing and pressing against each other looking for relief in the pressure. āSan, waitāIāveā¦never done this before. I donāt know what Iām doing.ā
āDo you trust me?ā he asks, his gaze steady as he tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in an upside-down kiss. His jaw moves slowly, deliberately, his tongue sliding against yours in a way thatās both soothing and seductive. You hum, eager, reaching up for moreāuntil he pulls back, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes.
āIā¦ like filming things,ā he continues, voice low, almost coaxing. āI want to remember it. Forever. Can I?ā
Your eyebrows scrunch togetherāconflicted. āSannieāwhat if I donāt look good on camera and you have that on you forever?ā He shakes his head. āBabyāā running his hands down your body and under your bra, cupping your breasts and twisting the tips of your nipples. A sharp yelp leaving your lips as he licks up the side of your throat. āI promise, youāre the sexiest thing Iāve ever seen.ā
His serpentine eyes lock onto yours without hesitation, unflinching. His presence wraps around you like a tightening coil, arms holding you in place as you suddenly feel small, almost like prey caught in his grasp.
San guides your hand to lock behind your back. Sandwiching your arm and gripping it above his aching cock. āSee what you did to me?ā
He grinds into your hand with a deliberate whimper into your ear.
His grip on you tightens, absolutely fucked out. For the love of god heās waited months. Itās the longest heās ever held out for. After a couple of beatsāhesitation crumpling under the weight of profound lust, you agree. āWhatever makes you happy.ā
Fuck.
Heās obsessedāyouāre perfect for the gig. For him.
San doesnāt think he wants to share the footage for once, second thoughts running rampant.
āWhatever makes you happy?ā he repeats, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. āAre you sure? Can I do whatever I want to you?ā Wide eyes gaze at him. Pure. Unadulterated with the right amount of curiosity.
āIf itās for youāyes. I trust you.ā His mouth clashes with yours instantly before sliding his tongue in when you gasp in surprise. A string of saliva connects your mouth when he lets you go.
āLay down.ā Thereās a sudden chill in his tone. An unravelingāstrict, direct, impatient and leaving little to no room for hesitance.
Reaching over to his dresser, he pulls the same camcorder and adjusts it so itās pointing directly at you. San turns the zoom dial, diluting the environment of the room and focusing entirely on you.
Without delay, he casually reaches over to unzip your skirt and pull off your panties like heās done it plenty of times before.
He lays one of your legs over his lap and spreads you open. Your hands immediately jolt to cover your face, thighs slamming closed in attempts to hide from him.
āLet me see you. You were being such a good girl. I want to look at your pretty little pussy.ā Peaking one eye at him through a gap in your fingers, you slowly part your legs. He spits on his fingers, still seated next to you as he leans from the side to gaze down at your cunt.
Making sure that the camera is framing you properly, he pulls at your folds with two handsāone on each side so that the camera catches the fluttering of your fleshy insides. Your body jolts, a small moan of surprises tumbling out when he massages your clit in circles and holds your leg down with a firm hand.
āDoes it feel good?ā He giggles when you nod in surprise. Doe eyed as you finally put down your hands and stare at his movement.
āItās suchā¦ a pretty color. I wanna see it more.ā A smack lands directly above your clitā a silent scream choking in your throat at the intense stimulation and sting. San mentally counts to ten, each slap descending faster, harder, and landing more precisely. Rubbing side to side, your body jolts when you feel your cunt clench around nothingāraising your hips to dig his hand against you with more pressure. Rhythmic moans leave you when your orgasm hits you, but he doesnāt stop after the waves leave you.
You body flinches from the sensitivity, small jerks as you push and pull away from his touch āSanāI canāt.ā
āYes you can. And youāll take it until I want to stop. Understood?ā You only cry out, tears welling in your eyes at the intense stimulation. He smacks your cunt again. āUnderstood?ā
āUnderstood!ā You bite out, relenting, and he slides a finger into youācurling and feeling the gummy texture.
He commits it to memory and wishes he had the sort of camera that could film from the inside. Heāll buy that later.
You donāt know how long he fingers you for.
Youāre restlessāfinally growing accustomed to the continuous ministrations of his hand. Thereās nothing gentle in the way San drives you flat onto your stomachāhis body looming over you like a dark shadow, muscles tense beneath the fabric of his compression shirt. A quick unbuckling and shuffling of him sliding off his jeans laterāand your vision goes white when he pushes himself into you in one go.
Heās huge.
San grins darkly when he hears your choked whimper, slamming down into you and pressing his full weight against your back.
The bed creaks repetitively with his brutal pace, muffled screams leaving you as he fucks into youādefinitely bruising your cervix in the process. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, drool slipping out of the sides of your mouthātotally icing out the fact that youāre fucking obscenely loud at a dormitory. Someone bangs on the wall but San only fucks you harder, pulling your hair and pressing into you until your body goes limp and lays completely flat on the bed.
Everything is blanking out. Your name, what youāre doing, where you are and with who āS-san I canāt take it.ā
He tugs you up by the hair, vulgar slaps against the reddening flesh of your ass continuing their onslaught. āYou can take it baby. Just be a good girl and shut up for me.ā Slapping your breasts, he flips you over and slides himself snug against youāpelvis pressing yours directly and stuffing himself back in.
Both of his hands wrap around your throat, unrelentingābrutal. The veins on your face rise to the surface, mouth falling open to try and scream but immediately failing. All of his weight is being held on your throat as he uses the force to propel himself forwardādigging into you.
You think you pissed yourself mid orgasm, but San keeps goingāeyes obsidian and dilated, bordering on animalistic frenzy. Slapping desperately at his arms because of the overstimulation againāyou claw at the skin, gasping and seeking breath. He sends three more hard thrusts down before cumming thick ropes into you with a pornographic moan. āF-fuck.ā
San swears heās never seen anything more pretty than you lying under himābruised, drying tears and smeared mascaraābody completely red like itās fighting a fever. He slaps his cock onto the fat of your pussy before leaning down and breathing in the smell of your sweat gathering in the crook of your neck. He massages your hip, coaxingāand pulls you in to cuddle.
Just as heās about to slip back into the role of the perfect boyfriend, you murmur sweetly.
āDid that make you happy?ā
He stills. Clock ticking in the back of his head up until it hit five seconds
and flips himself onto his back, tugging you along with himāfumbling to push his already fully hardened cock inside. His arms slide under your armpits and lock behind your neck before he jack hammers upwardsāpushing past his own sensitivity, fully intent on fucking you until you felt like raw meat. You donāt count how many orgasms you had or how many people knocked on Sanās door groggy and pissed only to be ignored.
He groans, pulling out to slap your cunt before quickly sliding back in. ā Do ya like that? Feels good princess? Youāre doing so good.ā
Your legs grow tired from having to hold your weight up from his chest, feet flat against the bed before going limpāback sandwiched against his damp skin. San doesnāt stop, only slithering a hand down to rub your clit in circles. āAre you happy? Am I being good enough? Sannie, Iām tired.ā You whine lightly, eyebrows scrunching as tears threatened to fall.
He whimpers āSo fucking good. Iām almost done, sweetheart. Just one more and we can go to bed, yeah?ā You almost black out when he fastens his pace, spraying while orgasming and arching your back with vulgar moans.
He pulls out this time, cumming on the fat flesh of your thighs before petting your pussy lightlyāappeasingly in performative apology. San holds your body tightly against him, clamping his arms around you while peppering kisses on your shoulder.
āYou made me so happy todayāseriously, youāre my favorite girl ever.ā He rocks you lightly as you giggle.
God, heās obsessed.
You were the perfect balance between submission and maintained innocence. Heās too tired to look over the footage, but his brain still maps more content ideas.
Thereās no way heās sharing this one butā¦heāll still talk about it once he livestreams.
San thinks he might actually love youāand itās that thought that carries him into deep sleep.
When Sanās breathing lulls softly, your eyes blink open in the dark. Slowly, carefully, you reach for his phone, unlocking it with practiced ease. Your thumb drifts across the screen, skimming through his appsāuntil you find it. A hidden folder buried deep in his files.
Photos, videos, pixelated and zoomed in screenshots of your legs spread open. Itās casual almostāthe way your eyes drift around his screen, observing.
Silently, you close out the apps one by one, then inch closer to his sleeping form. Unreadable eyes watching him sleep without blinking. You trace his nose bridge and jaw, kissing him lightly as he slept
slightly unsatisfied by the extent of his hidden perversion.
You thought itād be worse.
You shut your apartment doorāpulling your hair tie away and shake the hairs threatening to fall in your eyes before tugging off the cashmere sweater off like it burned you. The rest of your clothes fall like feathers to the floor, leaving a trail to your bedroom.
You fucking hated cashmere. Fingernail tapping against a custom Zippoācherry etched into the steelāyou flick it open and light a cigarette. Smoke curls around you as you sink into your computer chair, wearing nothing but your underwear. You type in the password: ch0iās_fav-kitty_.
The page immediately opens to a pending livestream
[ch0i-kitty is online ā¢ ]
āāshe was such a good girl. Nothing like the others. Pure. Willing to take it and learnāā You grin, taking a fat drag of your cigarette before leaning backāamused.
Are all boys this dumb? This easy?
All you had to do was play good girl at a surface level for a hotshot like him to come crawling. You watched San for monthsācommitting to the trails of information you could find: a small business card in the backdrop of his stream, the edge of a university hoodie, a fraternity ringānever missing a single livestream to know the exact kind of girl he wanted most but could never find. Not in full at least.
Either too good and too willing to be bad for him. Too slutty from the get go and unable to convince him that theyād never had sex beforeārookie stuff.
No one was committed to the bit. Not as much as you were.
Lifting a hand to grab your phone, you call just as San eased a hand down his dress pantsāmirroring his actions by peeling your underwear to the side.
You see him grit his teeth and try to control his heaving breaths before answering the phone on live, voice resonating directly into your ear. āHi baby, you okay?ā
Slinking a finger inside, face flushed red with maniacal victory āānothing. I just called because I missed you.ā You grin devilishly when he tilts his head back, stifling a groan as his fist picks up in speed.
āāI miss you too, baby. Already.ā
You hum softly, a smile in your voice as you lieājust for a secondāsaying you had to head back to work. Then you hang up.
You flick the ash off your cigarette, not blinking as you watched him get off. Fingers clicking against your keyboardāpositively transfixed by the camboy youāve obsessed over for a year. He deserves a little treat.
[ā¢ ch0iās_fav-kitty_ gifted 100 points! ]
āThank you for your donation, kitty. Youāre the best.ā
Choi San was yours.
And you were his.
because no one could play the good girl better than you.
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