Hard hours always open: SJ💎SHINee🔎VIXX🎑NCT🚒SKZ👨🍳TXT❎️OOO🏳️🌈ATZ⏳️Enha➖️ Former Star Crossed Myth writer, masterlist and all fics still up under #scm masterlist.
Cacao - Donghae/reader, sensual, steamy, suggestive but no smut
Tails You Lose - Part 1, Part 2. Donghae/f!reader, explicit smut, hard dom!Donghae (but not too hard), double penetration, daddy kink, mild degradation, impact play, pain play
06:00 - threesome smut with Eunhyuk
Eunhyuk (Hyukjae)
Moodboards: 1, 2
06:00 - threesome smut with Donghae
NSFW alphabet
Whole group:
Wildcards - asking to try light bondage in the moment
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SHINee
Onew (Jinki)
Deft Hands - smut
NSFW alphabet
Jonghyun - nothing yet...
Key (Kibum)
Raise The Bar - smut
Melt - ice play smut
05:30 a.m - smut
NSFW alphabet
Minho
Sit Back and Watch - solo Minho smut but indirectly feat. reader, masturbation
2minutes - threesome smut with Taemin and f!reader
Private View - smut
Teach Me - smut
Arrested Development - smut
Taemin
Insatiable - Taemin/f!reader smut drabble
2minutes - threesome smut with Minho and f!reader
We’ll Always Have Itaewon - threesome smut with TXT Taehyun and f!reader
We'll Always Have Itaewon Part 2 plus playlist
Seen - smut, tw:exhibitionism, voyeurism
Whole group:
What they like to be called in bed and what they like to call their partner - headcanon
Exhibitionism - wildcards
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VIXX
N (Hakyeon)
Earn It - smut
Leo (Taekwoon)
Trust - smut, tw: choking, breathplay
Ken (Jaehwan)
Moodboards: 1
Hide Me, Take Me - long one-shot. Ken explores a side of himself he never knew what to do with. !longfic - 10k words and over; features an OC, explicit smut, soft dom!Ken. TRIGGER WARNING - one instance of dubious consent but the rest is enthusiastic consent
when Lee Heeseung chose cinematography as an elective, he never could have foreseen the dramatic impact it would have on his sex life.
professor Choi struts back and forth before watchful eyes admiring the way he seems to float with each step. soothing his throat with a sip of water, he comes to a stop facing the rows of seats leading up in an incline. students gaze upon him, some half-asleep hunched over their desks praying for class to end quickly. others stressed, pencils gripped tight between two fingers ready to jot down details about their end of the semester project.
“relationships.” professor Choi leans back on the ledge of his desk. smirking at the amount of heads raising higher with confusion.
“oftentimes, we correlate relationships to that with another person. relationships are more about a connection to something, whether it be an object, a pet, a memory. it is the state of being connected. involved in a way.”
gesturing toward the students seated near the front, he stands up asking for different examples.
“exactly. even now what we have with each other is a relationship. from teacher to student, you learn, I educate. we provide something for each other, don’t we?”
professor Choi scribbles a few examples of relationships on the erase board. underlining the topic for major emphasis.
“you are probably wondering what the hell I am going on about by now.” he says, stepping up to the podium. “for your final project I want you to deep dive relationships. connections. I need you to reach inside, evoke human emotions, make me feel invigorated. I want to laugh, cry, lose sleep over how damn good your documentation is.”
clasping his hands together, he smiles, radiating enough enthusiasm to have everyone grow excited. “if you can move me enough to feel something I’ve never felt before, I’ll even curve half of your final grade based on the outcome of your film.”
rounds of gasps and chatter fill the room upon the news. professor Choi smacks the podium to gain back attention for more instruction. “you have the next two months, I trust you to find your groups. no more than 5 per team please. take this seriously, I expect the most from my top students.”
sure enough Jake wastes no time to gather up 4 seats around a desk. crammed together with 3 of his best friends without a doubt in mind that they will figure out how to impress professor Choi more than anyone else can. they weren't the ‘top students’ of the class for slacking.
Heeseung sets down a notebook filled with crisp clean writing. fast to jot down and memorize everything the professor says. “what do you guys have in mind? any ideas, should we start brainstorming?”
“relationships.” Jay reads the notes out loud to the table, mimicking the dramatic way professor Choi had commenced today’s lecture. loud and clear enough to be heard by his group of friends. “I guess it could be a less interesting topic to cover.”
“do relationships even exist anymore?” Sunghoon asks. ever the cynical one after many failed attempts at anything beyond fuck buddies and one night stands.
“of course they do.” Jake joins in, waving the end of his pencil toward the two. “unless you attend Euphoria high and your names are Nate Jacobs or Cassie Howard.”
leaning back to straighten out, he pretends to choke himself around his neck. ‘I love that I’m your secret.’ he coughs, gagging as if he can’t breathe. ‘and I can’t tell a soul.’
“ugh yeah, choke me daddy.” Jay jeers in a high pitched tone. jutting out his hip to smack hard enough for a sound of skin on skin to emit followed by chuckles and scoffs.
“that’s not a relationship.” Sunghoon says, rolling his eyes. “I mean it is, a toxic one. I would know. I didn’t vow to never date another ‘Cassie’ again because of the fond memories.”
“a lot of relationships we see on tv and media are toxic these days. look at Kim and Kanye, actually don’t, if I have to hear about their high school drama again I might scream.” Heeseung adds in thoughtfully. mouth tweaked to the side as he thinks it over. “that’s the problem, all we ever see anymore is toxic relationships. dating culture is dead.”
“that’s not true Heeseung!“ Jake pats his friend’s chest. “how can you say that when you have the perfect relationship? your girlfriends a damn angel.”
“that’s true bro, you have like..maybe the most healthy example of a relationship I’ve ever seen.” Sunghoon nods, head slanting to the side at the first sign of jealousy panging the back of his mind. “must be nice.”
Jay snaps his fingers, focusing everyone’s attention back on him. “that’s it! you guys are right!”
turning to a blank page, Jay begins to write as he continues to speak. “we’ll make a documentary about healthy relationships in 2022. a culture of souls who’ve lost hope to find their true love. we’re all too busy worrying about the future, if we can even buy a house. Heeseung’s done it though. he’s proof love can still prevail if two people really try to make it work.”
“we’re going to make a film about my relationship?” Heeseung asks, confused. “I don’t know about that. I have to talk to her about this first..”
“I think that actually sounds like a brilliant idea.” Jake encourages Jay’s thoughts. tapping his chin as he ponders it over. “it’s not like either of you have easy lives. you struggle to make rent, study day and night, even had an awkward first meeting..” he coughs, smiling timidly. “but you really do adore each other. it’s sickening in the softest, sweetest, most beautiful way honestly.”
Sunghoon nods, rolling his bottom lip between two fingers. “a budding healthy relationship in this day and age, it’s a rare sight. the divorce rates are high, hook-up culture is thriving. how do you do it Hee?”
Heeseung holds back a sigh, glancing at the pairs of eyes watching him expectantly.
his friends are right, he really could not ask for a better relationship. it was almost too perfect how well the two of you got along. even cuddling in a small twin size bed felt like aligning a missing puzzle piece; finally completing the set.
nothing can really be perfect though, can it?
what is a perfect relationship anyway?
is it coming home to the shoebox sized studio apartment you share with your partner; finding them at the stove waving and smiling cheerfully after a busy day of stressful classes? somehow still happy to announce that they’re boiling two packets of your favorite ramen?
is it huddling up together on the floor with your backs pressed to the couch sharing that said pot of boiling noodles as you rewatch Spirited Away together for the 1000th time?
or is it taking a shower together before bed, using the excuse that your water bill was high last month and you could cut the cost by rinsing off at the same time?
perhaps it’s a combination of everything, from the way you laugh and make a mess of toothpaste dribbling down your chin before hopping in the shower for a quick rinse; recounting a silly joke your instructor bombed during political science this morning.
laughter and conversation melts into the fog filling up your tiny shared bathroom, and as you stand together held against Heeseung’s chest with warm water streaming down your back, you know that at the end of the day this feels perfect.
it’s not the standard idea of ideal, but you’ve never been happier.
“Choi assigned our final assignment for the semester finally.”
Heeseung’s voice cracks as he recounts his day, nervously swallowing, nestled up to your side in bed.
“that’s awesome? it’s still a good while before the school year ends.”
he nods, fiddling with his fingers tediously.
“alright, spit it out. what’s going on?” you question, knowing your boyfriend well enough to understand when he’s hiding something from you.
“I’m working with the guys, obviously.” he starts to explain. “we have to complete a documentation on relationships.”
“sounds like an interesting topic to me?” you shrug.
Heeseung nods, gnawing on his lip. “they want to make it about our relationship.”
“our relationship??” you can’t control the snort that passes through your nose, arching one of your eyebrows as you turn to look at your boyfriend. “what about our relationship?”
“the guys say we have a perfect relationship..” Heeseung blushes, warding away his nervousness with a stifled laugh. “I mean..”
“of course we do,” you tease, burying your chin in his chest. “right, daddy?”
“ahhh..” the pink shade layering his cheeks spreads further, growing more rudy. “none of that in front of the camera alright?”
“oooh the camera.” you continue to taunt, poking and pinching at his flat abdomen. “what kind of movie are we making daddy??”
Heeseung’s eyes roll up comically at your flirtatious tone, taking a hold of your head to massage your scalp. “I’m serious, don’t talk about that with the guys around. that’s just between us.”
“you know, my friends' boyfriends love to brag about this type of stuff.”
“you know how I am.” Heeseung kisses your forehead, cuddling deeper into your body with his arms locked around your waist.
of course you know how your boyfriend is.
it’s still a surprise he tolerated your antics from the beginning; while you have always been more of an explorer, Heeseung still had a lot to learn.
a lot, beyond vanilla sex that hardly ever satisfied your hunger and thirst for more. vanilla sex that unfortunately made you resort to creating fake scenarios in your head of your boyfriend snapping one day. a dream to get bent over and plowed through even as he held you close and repeated the list of things he loves about you.
you knew from the first time you made out in the backseat of his car and reached for his hand— setting it on your neck suggestively only for the softest touch to stroke along the column of your throat while peppering your lips with breathless whimpering kisses that he wasn’t anything like the guys you’d been with before.
you pushed it more, dropping into a deep heated mental space of trust after sleeping together; deep enough to let the nickname slip from your lips.
your boyfriend's reaction was stiff, mouth agape with widened eyes. evidently too shocked by your moment of weakness, enough to have you panicking and giggling. turning the playful name into a joke overtime, because how silly is it to call your significant other ‘daddy’. the excuse seemed to calm his initial surprise, nodding and smiling before returning to thrust inside of you slowly. even now he turns crimson red every time you say it.
Heeseung was special to you though, he always put you first. friends, schoolwork, any stresses that could ruin his day; he made sure to always prioritize the importance of your relationship.
it was an easy choice to move in with him, the most impressive part of your connection is how easily you came to trust him.
trust and adoration that made it harder and harder to express the one problem you can’t stop dwelling on; your sex life.
at times there were glimpses of hope, Heeseung has a naturally nurturing and caring demeanor afterall.
the amount of love and attachment to him outweighed your need to get railed out of your mind.
at least you’ve managed to convince yourself of that, love prevails all, right?
“I think we should start off filming the two of you just like doing your usual daily stuff.” Sunghoon stands in your small kitchen, setting up lights on the counter space. “I mean, you guys sicken us enough on a average day; viewers love that type of stuff.”
“hey!” you whine, stomping your foot for dramatic effect.
he shrugs sporting a smirk, proceeding to record the two of you; mouthing to ‘keep it casual’ as you work on preparing ingredients for dinner later.
on film you do depict a perfect couple, well suited for each other even just standing side by side. Jake mentions the two of you look great on camera, like the pairings you see in corny romance movies.
awkward moments when you meet eyes with the camera turn into hysterical laughter and joking around, it’s not too bad.
you sit and interview together explaining how long you’ve been in a relationship now. what prompted the two of you to move in together, pretty mundane questions about your lives together.
Heeseung was worried for no reason, at least you thought.
“we’ll do the one-on-one interview portion now.” Jay says, directing his attention to you. “if there is anything you aren’t comfortable with answering, just let us know?”
apprehensively you glance to your boyfriend, clutching his fingers in your grip. he nods, reassuring you with his other hand gliding up and down your spine in a comforting manner. “no pressure, okay?”
“I know..”
Heeseung gives you a kiss, sharing that he will be out on the rooftop deck until you’re done answering their questions for today.
“nothing to be nervous about, it’s just us.” Jake smiles, motioning for you to sit where they have set up a backdrop in your living room.
“it’s just to get a perspective of your relationship from one side.” Sunghoon informs. “I’m really hoping for one of those masterful moments where the protagonist has the same thought as their counterpart without knowing beforehand.”
he finishes, adding a wink while playing with the microphone stand perched over your head.
“you good?” Jay sits nearby, just far enough from you to not enter the camera frame. he smiles softly, patting your bouncing knee.
“yeah yeah, it’s fine.” you gulp. “I am a little anxious.”
“of course, totally a normal reaction.” he advises you to take deep breaths before starting. giving you a few minutes, the guys all join your breathing exercise assisting you to calm down and quill your sparking nerves with affirmations that you have no reason to stress over this.
worry dissipates as you get into the groove of things, simple with stating your name, age, and how long you have been in a relationship. it’s easy-going really, just like having a conversation with friends gathering your memories to discuss over a long night.
“when did you know Heeseung was someone you’d want to commit to for this long?” Jay asks, letting you know to take your time answering. they have two months to complete their documentary anyway.
“probably after our second month of dating honestly.” you smile fondly, crowding deeper into yourself feeling shy suddenly. “when we were all playing basketball and my shoelace came untied..”
“oh god.” Sunghoon snorts, shaking his head knowing the exact story you are about to share.
“Hee was supposed to hit a 3 pointer, but saw I almost tripped on my loose shoelace and dropped the ball to tie my shoe for me.” you’re smiling bashfully now, clearly rehearing the coo’s your friends let out as your boyfriend dropped down to one knee without having to be asked.
Sunghoon mocks a gag pretending to shove his finger down his throat. “I was so mad at him. I lost $20 on that game.”
“yeah, you all started to boo him. I guess that’s when I knew.”
Jake laughs under his breath behind the camera remembering that part as well, how they threatened to bring tomatoes the next time in case Heeseung decides to pull something like that again.
“okay, next question— do you remember what it was about Heeseung that caught your attention the first time you met?” Jay asks, continuing to read through a compiled list of notes they have worked on since planning for their assignment.
Jake shifts in his seat, adjusting the camera in his hold. the question arising discomfort for him, still able to vividly recall the first time you all met.
Sunghoon had been rushing for a frat for over two months at the time, finally in his last week of hazing he caught a break. other than having to supply alcohol along with his other rushies without an ID to do so, they were able to plan a great party.
a great party you had happened to attend after your friends pestered you the day before; reminding you that it’s been months since you’ve gotten dicked down.
the perfect opportunity to find a hook-up for the night stumbled right into you while trying to catch a pingpong; successfully spilling the cup of lukewarm beer in his hand as his chest collided with yours.
‘I got it! I got it!’
all that Jake Sim would get that night would be a dry cleaning bill for ruining the white bodycon dress your friends convinced you to wear. something about how frat boys wouldn’t be able to resist your curved out hips and ass in a stretchy material that could hardly cover your bottom.
“oh fuck.” Jake stutters, foregoing the red solo cup in hand to grab onto your shoulders before cracking your back on the table behind you.
his accent catches you off guard at first, and then his large eyes full of fright, the way the corners of his lips point up even while frowning. all of that subsiding as your chests crash together, unintentionally pulling your bodies as physically close as possible to prevent further damage.
“fuck, I’m so sorry!”
cute. you think, pulling a grimace when the scent of beer hits your nostrils. beer that’s soaked through the material of your dress, now clinging to your skin.
“my dress!” you exclaim, balancing yourself by pushing his weight away.
Jake gapes, opening and shutting his mouth horrified, and mildly turned on as he takes in your soaked figure.
“Jake!” another guy calls out from behind, charging over with a wad of paper towels in hand. “oh my god, you really messed her up.”
Jake hadn’t managed to knock you off your feet, physically, but looking up and locking eyes with his friend nearly had you tripping while standing in place.
while Jake had surprised you by practically beheading you on your way to the kitchen for a refreshment, the large eyes scanning over your face filled with worry had you ready to pitifully collapse to your knees.
“I’m so sorry about this..” he speaks up, breaking your lost haze. “it’s my fault.”
“no no, Heeseung it’s my fault.” Jake says, patting his friend's arm. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m such an idiot, and I’m kind of drunk.”
“I threw the ball too hard.” Heeseung lets him know with a frown.
as adorable as their apologetic banter was, you let out a sound of annoyance, flailing your arms. “my dress!”
“right!” the taller boy jumps up straight to attention, flailing similarly to you in response. “here!”
he gulps, lingering over the trickles of beer pouring down your thighs. patting down his chest, he reaches to unbutton his long sleeve plaid top. “sorry, sorry..”
shaking off the shirt, he hands it over to you without question. “don’t worry about returning it, I’ll be fine.”
“I need a bathroom..” you sigh, disgusted by the sticky bitter smell of IPA stuck to your legs and chest.
the three of you glance around fast, spotting a long line wrapping up the stairs for the restroom.
“whatever” you mutter, removing the straps from your dress first before rolling the rest of the material off. grateful you opted for a cute matching bra and pantie set today in hopes of getting laid.
“oh, I—“ the two guys before you splutter, averting their gaze around while shifting to create a wall to hide your exposed skin.
“didn’t think she was going to do that.” Jake whispers to his friend under his breath. pretending to look around while stealing glimpses at your breasts half pushed out of your bra.
“shirt!” you call out, reaching toward the taller boy. leveraging yourself with a hold on his shoulder as you hop free from your ruined dress.
“this is probably a bad time,” he turns back to face you, waving the shirt before you while looking away. “I’m Heeseung, by the way.”
Heeseung.
he smiles, holding open his shirt for you to get into. it’s long thankfully, longer than the dress you had on in the first place. buttoning up starting from the bottom, you take him in; studying the nervous gulp passing through his throat.
he’s cute, handsome, and makes your heartbeat grow to a rapid speed when he licks his lips.
“Heeseung..” you repeat slowly, enjoying the way his name naturally slips off your tongue.
“oh yeah, and I’m Jake.” his friend interrupts with a sharp smile.
that’s the first time you met Heeseung, and Jake.
“we all know how you guys met.” Sunghoon intervenes in your storytelling. “but..”
“yeah, like why Heeseung?” Jay finishes his thought. “Jake was the one who knocked you off your feet.”
you nod, reminiscing on the rest of the evening. Heeseung continued to apologize while attempting to find the laundry room, only to find a washer filled with ice and alcohol for party goers who wandered up the stairs.
“it’s okay,” you let him know, gripping his arm and coughing to hide your surprise when his bicep flexes. “that stains set in by now.”
Heeseung clearly felt bad, taking the full blame before setting down Jake to regather himself and sober up with a cup full of water. he sighs, shifting foot to foot.
“I can buy you a new dress? I feel really bad.”
cute. he’s so cute.
“how bad do you feel?” you ask coyly, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed to push your chest up more. strategically leaving the buttons of his top open enough to have your bra on full display.
Heeseung swallows again, fidgeting and stifling an awkward laugh.
“is there something I can do for you right now?”
that was the moment he grabbed your attention, from stripping the shirt off his own back to following you around for the last two hours groveling because he ruined your night; you knew he was a giver.
“you know when you meet someone and you think— how can this person be real?” you ask your friends, speaking to the camera. “I don’t believe in love at first sight honestly, but the first time I met Heeseung.. I considered changing my mind.”
“that night, we lost the two of you.” Jake nods, focusing the camera on your face. “I’m assuming you fucked before the first date?”
“should we be cussing for this?” Jay asks, earning a round of ‘ohhh right’.
Jake clears his throat, turning to face you bodily from behind the camera. “you hooked up? after the party?”
“actually..” Jake zooms into your lips, capturing the way you chew on one side anxiously, panning up to your irises that shake. “we didn’t.”
Sunghoon lets out a huff, surprised much like his two friends. “weren’t you only there with a goal to get di—uh….to meet a guy for the night?”
“I was.” you confirm, rubbing your sweaty palms against your thighs. “we ended up walking to a park a few blocks away and just….talking. the next day we had our first date, at a little coffee shop.”
“and then you hooked up?” Jay questions, scribbling a few notes down.
“no..” you swallow, each of your changing mannerisms caught on film as Jake shoots the way your fingers have started to twitch, the rise and fall of your chest, and splotches rising up your throat. “he walked me home, and gave me a kiss..”
“Heeseung’s a gentleman.” Sunghoon nods with a knowing smile.
“he is.” you say. “in fact, he didn’t kiss me on the lips until our fifth date.”
“WHAT?” Jake topples forward, ruining the footage by doing so; sitting back up to apologize and collect himself.
“where did he kiss you?” Jay wonders.
you flush, tapping the tip of your nose, then each of your cheekbones, chin and forehead. “honestly, he’s the first guy that’s never tried to get in my pants after 5 minutes of conversation.”
Sunghoon ruins the moment with a sound of disgust. “man, you two are down bad. sick.”
“stop me if this is too.. invasive, but..” Jay taps his notes. “you’ve been dating over a year now, so when did you two have sex?
“six months.” you share, folding your hands to stop the fidgeting. “I asked him to.”
the three of them splutter, sharing shocked looks with gaped open mouths.
“d-do-do you.. not like sex?” Sunghoon asks timidly, unsure how much you’re willing to share.
“I love sex.” you say confidently, meeting eyes with Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and then the camera lense. “can we stop recording?”
Jake turns off the camera without hesitation, nodding and mumbling a quick ‘of course!’.
“is everything okay?” Jay’s mouth quirks to the side with concern, setting down his notes to speak more casually.
“yeah, I just..” blinking up with watery eyes has the three of them folding in closer to comfort you, worried in an instance that they’ve made you uncomfortable. “it’s okay, it’s okay guys, seriously.”
“hey, you can tell us anything, alright?” Jay moves closer, slinging his arm around your shoulder, gently petting up to your neck.
“yeah, fuck the assignment right now. did we push it too far with the questions?” Jake gets down into a squat to peer up at you from below, just like a puppy sensing your turmoil and rubbing its cheek on your knee.
“no no!” you’re fast to reassure them. after all they accepted you into their group without question when Heeseung started to bring you around. confirming every word of praise he spoke of you once the rest of them got to know you better.
more than Heeseung’s girlfriend, you are also their friend.
“it’s nothing you guys said, I shouldn’t have agreed to filming this.”
Sunghoon hums and shrugs. “we can always change our subject to something else. I don’t want to upset you more.”
“we don’t have to talk about sex either.” Jay consoles, stroking your hair away from your face. “the stuff just about what the two of you like about each other is great.”
“I just..” you falter, trailing off. meeting Jake’s curious concern, blanketing you with a sense of calm. “I love Heeseung, like.. everyday I think about how I’m going to end up marrying him; I have no doubt.”
they snort and laugh at that, nodding for you to continue.
“but there is.. something.”
it’s not easy for you to share and talk about this, opting to smile and stay silent whenever your friends make jokes that Heeseung must rail you through your shared bed nightly.
‘I saw her limping into class the other day’ one of your friends taunts, pointing an accusing finger at you. ‘knowing you, he’s probably overjoyed that you’re such a greedy cock slut.’
you only wished their jokes held some truth.
“the thing is, my boyfriend, he is really a true gentleman.” you clarify, casually admitting how much you love Heeseung. “trust me— there is not a single doubt in my mind that I am going to marry that guy. even if I have to be the one to get down on one knee and propose to him myself.”
“I think I know what it is.” Jake interferes, holding up his palms. “I know how Hee is, he’s not..”
he staggers a bit, motioning to Sunghoon at his side. “you’re super dominant you know, uh maybe even aggressive at times. Jay’s more wild, messy..”
“what the fuck dude?” his friend blurts, scoffing because he hates that it’s true.
“I mean, me too! I’m, you know— figuring myself out.”
“Heeseung’s uh,” Sunghoon joins in, catching Jake’s drift. “he’s always been more caring and nice. I get what you’re saying.”
“yeah, am I right?” Jake returns to you, smiling when you nod. “you’re too scared to ask him to be.. rougher?”
Jay cleans off the tears rolling down to your chin with the end of his sleeve, going ‘ahh that makes sense’ when you nod again.
“I’m going to text Hee to come back.” Jake picks up his phone. “this is a groundbreaking moment, and he’s my best friend. I can assure you that he’ll be more understanding than you might think. is that okay with you?”
Jay helps by soothing your spine with soft strokes, giving you a thumbs up to encourage you. “okay, you can text him.”
you know Jake’s right. your boyfriend has never shamed you or made you feel inferior; as if you have any reason to feel embarrassed, but it’s still hard for you to tell him the truth.
it’s harder when Heeseung comes back and throws his arms around you upon meeting your watery eyes. scolding his friends for disobeying his rules as you attest that they have done nothing wrong, but you have been hiding something from him.
between more tears and sobs breaking your speech, you manage to mutter something about how you don’t want to make him feel bad but you desire for an adventurous sex life; along with helpful assistance from the three men sat around to full explain your dilemma, Heeseung begins to understand the meaning behind your fear and cries.
“it’s my fault.” he sighs, drawing you closer to his chest while littering kisses down to the tip of your nose. “I should have paid better attention.”
“no no!” you protest, gripping at his waist for semblance. “I love you so much, you’ve done nothing wrong! you are incapable of doing anything wrong baby!”
“ah you guys are really sick.” Sunghoon breaks the heightened emotional grief finally, after watching the two of you attack each other with words of appreciation and pure love. “it’s so painfully cute. sex is important and all, but you will both figure it out from here.”
Heeseung meets his friend's pleased expressions, worrying his bottom lip between two fingers with concern. “what if I don’t know how to?”
“what do you mean?” Jake asks, checking on the camera set down on your makeshift living room table that’s been recording your impromptu therapy session.
“I—“ Heeseung stutters, squishing your torso tighter against his. “I don’t know how..”
“ahh..” Sunghoon waves for his friend to not finish his sentence. “got it.”
“this is going to sound really insane.” Jay laughs awkwardly, pinching and tugging at his earlobe. “we could turn the camera off, if you want to try this. just uh, between friends, you know, like old times.”
“try what?” Heeseung fixes him with an inquisitive look, earning a shaky gulp from his friend.
“we could..” he gestures toward Sunghoon and Jake. “help?”
Sunghoon’s groomed eyebrows sky rocket at that, huffing out a timid laugh as well. “oh you are insane.”
Jake stays silent, gauging for yours and Heeseung’s reactions.
“it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve..” Jay trails off, sitting up with a stiff smile. “..stop me if I shouldn’t say more guys.”
Jake nods, shrugging to his friends before meeting your confused gaze and continuing where Jay paused. “it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve hooked up with the same girl. before the two of you were an item, it happened a couple of times.”
“babe??” you turn toward your boyfriend, tilting your head to the side for an answer.
Heeseung starts to laugh nervously now as well. “typically it was just Jake and I, or Sunghoon, uh one time Jay.”
“at the same time?!” you blurt out, more surprised than anything.
“don’t forget Hoon’s first night at the frat.” Jake interrupts. “that was all four of us.”
“wow, you guys are whores.” it’s your turn to laugh, trying to picture your boyfriend struggling in the middle of a five-way between his friends; and the amount of times ‘oops sorry’ must have been whispered whenever their dicks accidentally brushed against each other.
“college you know..” Jake excuses their antics with a shrug. “honestly, I mean I’ve told Heeseung about this before too, but that first night we all met, I thought..”
“oh yeah, Jakey here was so disappointed when the two of you disappeared for the night.” Jay adds. “he told us he felt that threesome in his dick.”
“dude!”
“you did!”
“well! I let that go once you started dating!” Jake defends himself.
silence falls between the group waiting for you and Heeseung to voice your thoughts. a few shared silent looks have you nodding, playing with the shell of your boyfriend’s ear until he smiles and complains that it tickles too much.
“only if you want to.” he whispers to you, tapping the tip of his nose against yours.
“I want to.”
while you have experimented enough during your first two years of university, finding yourself in bed with 4 men is certainly a situation you somehow had never managed to land yourself in before, until now.
two was an average weekend during your single days, but four had your heart racing right out of your chest. thankful for your boyfriend’s presence at the end of the bed watching you and reminding you repeatedly that this can stop whenever you feel too overwhelmed.
you’re cramped between Jay and Sunghoon with Jake sitting on his knees on the outer middle of your less than spacious bed. Heeseung stays toward the end rubbing his palms against his thighs anxiously.
“this is a lot less awkward when you’re inebriated and feeling lonely at 2 in the morning..” Jay cracks a joke to ease how thick the air has become around the five of you.
scooting closer to your side, he taps your chin first to get you to look at him, gently perching your face in his palm before pressing in closer. “you good?”
“yeah..”
“your lips look really soft,” you can tell Jay’s nervous from the way his mouth trembles as he speaks. just barely grazing your upper lip in a back and forth motion. “they are really really soft..”
Jay’s initial worry melts away, pushing forward until your head hits a pillow. his hips dig into your side, reaching for the one of the straps of your top to trace from your shoulder to your breast. the rapid beat of your chest lifts his hand up and down, pushed under weight applied to grope and knead your covered breast.
“fuck,” Jay curses between another fierce kiss. the harshness in his touch matching the neediness delivered with his lips. he bites, sucks, nibbles and tugs on your meaty bottom lip. getting your mouth abused and swollen within minutes. seconds transform into minutes quickly lost to his rapturous tongue shoving inside of your mouth to taste every corner and crevice. “taste so sweet.”
it’s not much at first, but the whispered compliment has your waist arching up chasing after him to deepen the kiss. your whimpers are swallowed down as another hand strokes over your stomach becoming exposed with Jay’s relentless teasing to your chest. he tweaks and pinches the hardened buds poking through the material of your top, enough to make your thighs squirm and push together frantically.
Heeseung wants to look away at first, contemplating calling off this ordeal, but the first sound of pleasure you let you makes his spine stand ramrod straight, concern twists his eyebrows together. leaning in closer to find your back rounded off the bed, thighs smashed together passing tremors down to your toes from just kissing.
rough kisses, different from the soft, slow, caress-like ones he exchanges with you daily. Jay’s kisses turn your mouth a darker shade, plump and pouty, deliciously lewd in appearance as you pass another moan.
Jake pats his shoulder to make sure everything’s good, the two sharing a nod as Sunghoon takes the motion as his queue to join and begin feeling up the first exposure of skin he spots. lapping his lips like a hungry animal as his calloused fingers brush along the smooth skin covering the lower half of your unveiled stomach.
he pushes up beneath your top, passing under Jay’s forearm to cup your other breast. a larger, weightier palm grips you with more strength. rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger as the other mauling your mouth slaps and pinches.
Sunghoon’s excited to remove your clothes and get a good look at your chest, put his mouth to use. he works to push your tank top off more, slapping Jay’s forearm who’s still occupied with ravaging your mouth.
what Jake said earlier starts to make sense, Jake’s a messy kisser. spit coats your chins banging together as your teeth clash. he’s good, knows how to put the muscles in his jaw to work, controlling the kiss with vacuum-like sucks on your tongue that draws up moans from the back of your throat.
he’s so good at kissing you feverishly until your head throbs, that you nearly let Sunghoon discard you bra, biting down on Jay’s lips to stop their ministrations. you suck in long winded breaths of air, hot all over under the pairs of hands working to stimulate your nipples.
“maybe,” you glance at the camera turned off and sat on your nightstand, shifting your focus back to Heeseung, back to the camera, back to Heeseung. “you could record.. for reference?”
Jay silently whistles, impressed and continuously shocked by your forwardness. crossing his fingers behind his back to someday meet a girl that will match his experimental sexual energy.
“yeah?” Heeseung leans over to velcro the camera strap to his hand. the recognizable sound of a beep follows, slowly analyzing the curves of your body through the lense. he zooms in to where Sunghoon’s palm lays flat on your stomach, capturing the rapid rise and fall up to your glazed over eyes.
“you look so pretty.” your boyfriend speaks quietly, low enough for only the camera to pick up; but your gaze never leaves his lips. smiling at him through the camera lense as Sunghoon finally gets your upper half bare.
“so beautiful.” you know Heeseung is flattering you, never one to go without reminding you of what a good job you’re doing no matter what it may be.
the thrilled sighs of relief around you tickle through your stomach. Jay and Sunghoon return to their positions, each fondling one of your breasts. sharp teeth dig into the roundness, the bigger of the two working to suck up blood harshly between lapping and coating your chest in teeth marks and hickeys.
dominant and aggressive as Jake said, Jake who stays by Heeseung’s side, watching, admiring, palming the growing bulge in his jeans. laving at saliva that gathers at the corners of his lips as he turns feral watching you take and take.
Sunghoon’s mouth works its way to your ribcage, hungrily sucking on every dry inch of skin his tongue finds. he likes to leave marks, easy to imagine how he’d wrap around your throat until you see dots. until you choke and struggle to breathe, until faded signs of his long fingers appear on your flesh.
Sunghoon’s creeping toward the entrance of your jeans, cursing under his breath as he struggles to unbutton them and push past. catching Jay’s line of sigh with a glint passing through his iris, the other nodding and moving to help with stripping your legs free of your bottoms.
the seat of your underwear breathes against your entrance, soaked through displaying the full shape of your cunt. groans and curses circle around, the camera following a pathway up your thighs to wear your underwear sit embarrassingly wet.
“fuck fuck” Heeseung grunts to himself, focusing on Sunghoon’s thick fingers pushing your panties between your folds. cursing more when he swears that you visibly pulse through the worn down cotton fabric.
“look at that.” Sunghoon smirks, biting down on the top of your thigh. “such a pretty pussy, I knew you’d have a cute little cunt.”
he delivers a smack between your legs, cupping your core roughly, pushing the heel of his palm against your clothed clit. turning to find Heeseung’s watchful gaze with an arched brow.
“getting her all sloppy wet for you.” Sunghoon taunts him, pressing the pad of his finger along the dip running down the middle of your panties. his teasing works both ways, making your boyfriend’s jeans tighten up on his groin uncomfortably. calling your hips to chase his fingers to touch you where you need.
“like having your pretty pussy played with?” Jay patronizes, squishing your cheeks in until your lips pout out like a beak. he nods your head for you, grinning and licking at the swell of your lips. “slutty little girl letting everyone watch you with your legs spread open.”
too many hands run over your body at once, amplifying Sunghoon’s digits prodding at your core like a complete pervert, enjoying the way your legs lock up and toes clench against the bedding. delivering another slap he rips at your underwear, tugging them down to your knees.
“Jake,” he snaps, motioning for the other to help hold your thighs apart. Jay leans closer, four sets of eyes burn between your legs, humiliating as your hole grips at nothing, pushing out a glob of fresh wetness desperately.
“holy shit..” Jake gasps, nearly choking on his spit. nodding, he scoots closer. manhandling your panties off before sneaking them into one of his pockets. “you’re so wet..”
the twitch your stomach gives has Sunghoon’s teeth burying into his bottom lip, shaking his head as he spreads your folds apart and motions for Heeseung to get a good shot. “you like that Hee? look at your precious girlfriend, so wet for us. just wants to get fucked so bad.”
“my dicks about to fall off.” Jake mutters, following Jay’s handy work. moving over to replace Sunghoon’s torment on your chest. he greets your heated face with a tender smile, sheepishly kissing down your neck. he’d never admit that he’s had a small attraction to you since the first time you met. praising himself for not fighting his friends away to taste your lips first.
“fuck Heeseung, she’s so tight around my fingers.” Sunghoon looks back and forth from his friend to where the pads of his digits teasingly dip in and out of your hole. pursing together his lips when you clench and tug around him as he seethes inside of you to his first knuckle. “so warm, wet, dripping down to my wrist; just like a good pretty slut should.”
Heeseung can’t deny the way Sunghoon’s words affect him, canting his hips up into nothing, imagining you dripping hot locked around his size. he has to bite back a growl as his friend pushes in deeper, stretching the digits inside of you for your boyfriend to get a good look at your empty hole.
“don’t you wanna fuck her? fill her up real good.” he teases, pressing a kiss to your clit. watching as Heeseung’s demure polite demeanor shatters. rolling his tongue against your bundle of nerves with a smirk dimpling his cheek. Sunghoon thrusts, setting his attention back on your trembling thighs, biting at the sensitive fleshy area in-between.
“you’re doing so good, letting Hoon feel that tight pussy.” Jay kisses up your burning hot cheeks. nudging against your nose before hoisting your neck up to watch your body ravaged.
Jake gazes up, lapping and sucking on your breast. Sunghoon works a pattern of marks up your thigh, collecting arousal down his forearm and he begins to jackhammer inside your cunt, and by your feet, Heeseung watches.
your boyfriend's irises burn black, lustful, carnal, obscene in a light you’ve never seen him in. the camera moves to your face, filming the first roll of your eyes, noisy sounds of pleasure that rip from your chest. loud ragged breaths from the one recording, itching to be the one to make your spine break, to feel you convulse around his fingers like Sunghoon is.
“even your orgasms are pretty, so pretty, just like you.” Jake whispers in your ear, nodding to Sunghoon to move over. he slinks down the bed, pushing your thighs to flatten while looking over his shoulder at the camera.
the mischievous look in his eyes expresses more than words, pushing down onto his stomach as his jaw widens. stretched far to lap from your rim to your clit.
Jake’s not one to hold back, spreading his tongue to lick stripes between your folds and collect the wetness that's begun to smear on your inner thighs.
“so good, so god damn good. fuck.” he’s mumbling to himself, vibrating words against your core. rambling about how good you taste on his tongue, smoothly gliding up and down. dipping halfway in and out of your entrance just to make your thighs clamp around his neck.
“guys” he commands quickly, snapping his fingers for Jay and Sunghoon to keep you held open.
“that’s it, let me eat this pretty pussy the right way.”
the right way being with his nose digging into your clit. struggling to breathe properly as wet slick pushes inside, careless as he sucks on your labia folds. tracing your hole until you’re shouting and begging to be filled.
“please please!” your cries shoot pangs of heat straight to his groin, racing up his spine to growl and eat you out like you deserve.
Jake laps at your cunt like a man dying of thirst, drunk and high off the first taste of your arousal trickling down his throat. grabbing onto your waist, he keeps you in place with his friends help. pushing his wide long tongue as far inside of you as his jaw will allow. expertly working inside along your pulsating walls.
the two above him praising you for taking it so good, letting them use you so well. all of it too much, especially when the tip of Jake’s nose rubs against a set of nerves that has your toes curling until you hear a crack.
your next orgasm hits you with Jake’s tongue wiggling inside, trapped between your gripping walls; almost feels painful surging you to the point of oversensitivity.
“ca-can’t!” you try to get out, throat dry and raspy after the scream Jake got out of you.
Sunghoon grips your chin, pushing the pad of his thumb against the middle of your bottom lip. “of course you can, this is what you wanted. good girls can take it all.”
Jake’s spewing curses, moving out of the way when Heeseung pushes his shoulder to make him stop. scooting away until he’s next to Jay, waiting for the others next move.
“Hee” you whine, eyes fluttering open in search of your boyfriend. still hazy and rolling from your orgasmic bliss, you reach for him releasing a needy plea.
Heeseung’s ripping off his clothes at the first syllable of his name pouring from your lips. the camera tossed aside recklessly, nearly toppling to the floor if not for Sunghoon’s eyes bulging out and catching the device in time. the last hour made your boyfriend feel like a captured wolf, locked in a cage as meat dangled before his snout to tease him and make him drool rabidly. tormented, tortured to the point of turning feral.
even with his cock rock hard, dangling mid-air between his thighs and the subconscious voice in the back of his mind chanting for him to fuck you, reclaim what’s rightfully his; he takes his time, cupping your face in his palms to find your wanton gaze.
“my pretty baby, my pretty girl.”
Heeseung steals the gasped breath you let out next, kissing harder than Jay had. luscious lips glide between yours, tantalizing tongue rubbing languidly inside of your mouth. slipping down to grip your nape, his thumbs tease at the columns of your throat, pushing against the veins that stick out the more you struggle to breathe. the more you arch and writhe against him, calling him with your body to mark his territory.
“daddy,” you gasp between intense kisses that further abuse your raw lips.
Heeseung can tell when you’re just messing around from the lilt in your tone. the more saccharine and woozy you sound, the more you mean it. evident that your mind has slipped beyond reality, into a pit of pleasure that’s numbed your brain from working properly as you keen and repeat his name over and over again.
“what does my pretty baby need?” he asks, husky and warm against your swollen lips. spreading your thighs apart with his knees to settle between your hips. the familiar weight of his thick length nudges against your core, making your pulse rise in speed and circle against the insurmountable heat that radiates off of him, settling a space between your folds.
“inside,” you heave, dropping your head against Jake’s knee, letting out a drawn out exhilarated moan. the tip of Heeseung’s length catches on your entrance, pushing between your center to coat himself in your fresh arousal and spit left behind.
“really think you deserve it?” he says cheekily, working his hips against yours in a methodical pace. enough to glide against your clit and make you keen desperately. whining as your breath lodges in the back of your throat.
“please baby, please.” you beg, running your palms down his chest. swiping against hardened nipples, trailing down to his trim waist. “need you, only you.”
Heeseung wishes he could make you cum like this, too close to losing his last bit of sanity himself, he dips forward, licking away two tears that escape down the side of your face.
“anything for you, anything.” he quietly mumbles in your ear. pushing up on his palms to line up to your entrance.
the tip of Heeseung’s dick always feels like too much at first, even after Sunghoon and Jake’s work. he’s thick, a fat girth that stretches your walls apart exactly how you love. pushing your eyes back until nothing but white shows.
his first thrust slams into you, expecting him to stay slow and steady, you’re bounced up in shock. neck gathered in his hands to watch as he fucks into you fast, the muscles in his stomach flexing and contracting with each dip of his cock pushing in and out of you.
“this what you want?” he moans, pressing closer to kiss and nip at your forehead. “want it to hurt so good like this?”
“yes yes!”
you almost forget the three nearby, if not for a loud curse Jay lets out. too lost in the way your boyfriend’s dick glistens with your arousal. burying you deeper and deeper into your bed with each brutal hit of his hips landing against yours.
“my pussy” Heeseung pants, pupils blown wide with his brows knitted together from the amount of strength he uses to keep your head held up. intent to make you watch him fuck you thoroughly like no other can. “tell me who it belongs to, baby?”
“you!” you cry out brokenly, babbling idiotically. “yoursyoursyours, all yours.”
his pace turns relentless at your scrunched up face, viciously burying the entirety of his length inside of you with each thrust until you’re begging again.
“d-don’t pull out! please please don’t! f-fuckk Hee!” your cry breaks, milking his length working in against your orgasm. Heeseung buries inside of you with a slap of his hips landing against you rough enough to snap your back into the bed. arch flattened under the next three powerful thrusts he rams into you with.
“feel so good for me, so fucking good around my cock pretty baby.” he grits, face dropped by yours. an orgasm hitting him at high speed after waiting for so long, unleashing endless warm spurt after spurt.
Heeseung’s throbbing, still hard, buried deep inside of you. cum pushes out past his size spilling down to his inner thighs. he’s hot, heavy, sticky with sweat against you, sharing staggered breaths between your hungry lips.
Sunghoon lowers the camera to record your faces, the lost dizzy looks passing through both of your expressions. “tell him what you want.”
Jay grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes faintly through your fogged up ears. “you want more right? greedy little cock slut needs to get fucked again and again.”
Heeseung nods, tracing his lips on yours in silent question. canting your hips up as an answer, cream trickles down. filthy and nasty like you’ve always wanted, mercilessly fucked and fucked again and again.
everything more intimate and close despite the live audience hanging off your every moan. your boyfriend’s dick buries in and out of you, slick and covered in your blended release.
“love you so much” Heeseung whimpers, shoving his forehead against yours. wrinkling at the corners of his eyes as he hits that spot deep inside of your over and over again.
“baby baby” you chant incoherently, locking your ankles around his lower back to keep him in place. grinding circles into you, the tip of his length hits deep and hard, kissing your cervix with each pointed roll of his hips. “g-gonna cum, again.”
he nods, digging big hands under your thighs to fuck you deeper into the bed. whining and grunting as he slams deep inside with renewed vigor, thrusting sloppier and messier, closing in on his own high faster.
wet. hot. thick. long. mind numbing. explosive.
thoughts leave you with a shout, straining your neck in a twist as another strong orgasm shoots out from the tips of your fingers to each follicle lining your scalp.
Heeseung loses the last bit of strength he has, screaming through gritted teeth as he fills your cunt with release again. sinking his face into the crook of your neck to bite and suppress uncontrollable sounds of pleasure.
rounds of pained groans and whines fill your ears, drowning out the white noise that’s begun to consume your mind. it’s loud all around you as the three men watching cum into their fisted palms, grunting and moaning, unable to rip their eyes away from your middle pouring out a second load of cum.
Heeseung hovers above you, keeping one of your legs held up while painting your core with the tip of his cock to spread his release. leaving traces of himself all over, the unspoken reminder that you’re his. you belong to him.
coming down himself, he misses the anguished expressions surrounding your bodies. the looks of grimace his friends share knowing they will have to leave with soiled underwear and blue balls.
the guys silently agreed to head separate ways back to their prospective dormitories and apartments, allowing Heeseung to take care of you alone through your post-orgasmic bliss.
the day had been emotional, long, exhausting in many ways and grueling on your body. your boyfriend did his best to clean you up and change you into a cozy pajama set before cradling you to sleep in his arms.
“Heeseung?” you croaked, throat gravelly and scratchy after all of the voluminous moans you had released.
“hmm?” still mostly asleep, your boyfriend grunts with his face half-buried in a pillow.
“baby, wake up.” you shake him by his arm. “we need to talk.”
upon hearing your serious tone, his eyes flutter open, scrunching his eyebrows together confused. “what’s up?”
“what do you mean what’s up?” you ask, stunned by his lax demeanor. “last night..”
“ohh..” propping up on his elbow, Heeseung pushes strands of hair behind your ear. “was that too much?”
“Hee.. not at all..”
“what’s troubling you then? tell me.” one thing about your boyfriend, he knows how to speak to you in a way that always makes you feel safe. falling into a docile unthreatening tone that wraps you in comfort.
“are you upset with me?”
the only thing better than a response straight from his lips is the smile you receive. a smile that coats you in a layer of love and consoles you with peace of mind.
Heeseung wasn’t upset in the least, he only wishes you would have let him know sooner that you wanted to explore more sexually.
“it wasn’t necessarily the perfect approach but I’m not mad.” he confirms, stroking up and down your arm. “I was more worried about you, with the camera and.. audience.”
“I liked it.” you blurt out suddenly, burying your face in his shoulder. “I think I enjoyed that more than I should have.”
“I’ll be honest, I really did too.”
the two of you share an amused look, sitting up quickly in search of the camera to watch whatever you managed to catch on video yesterday.
Heeseung sets up the HDMI cord to play the footage on your small tv, settling behind your back with his legs draped around your hips as you both ease into a comfortable position and begin to watch.
it’s awkward at first, but the combination of heavy panting and lustful moans have you both weakened in little time.
“do you like watching yourself?” your boyfriend whispers against your ear, sneaking a pathway down your chest to your stomach. “I liked how desperate you kept gazing into the camera, because you were only looking at me.”
Heeseung’s right, the desperation in your eyes paints the screen in front of you full of carnal desire and love. the mixture of your lips parting open as his groans reverberate through the television speakers, entering you and filling you up, has your core leaking arousal within seconds.
“touch me..” you start to beg, rolling your neck back to nip and suck along the side of his throat, lapping at the up and down bob that follows.
Heeseung nods, tickling his way beneath your bottoms inside of your underwear without wasting time to tease you against the outside.
the image on your television moves as thick fingers press down and circle your clit. Heeseung’s defined forearms are shown, pushing off the bed as he gains speed, thrusting inside of you at a faster pace.
in the background Jake and Jay sit side by side with their hands buried inside of their pants fisting around their lengths dawning half pained expressions. Sunghoon angles the camera more giving a real point of view experience, showing off the bulge moving up and down inside of his pants while encouraging his friend to fuck you harder like you want.
it was euphoric enough to live through once, but watching yourself pounded into by your boyfriend with his friends having to control their own raging arousal has you grinding incessantly against the fingers working in and out of you.
“fuck, Hee,” you whimper, rolling up to match his rhythm. the frenzy around you makes your head spin, shaking as hard as the image on screen does the closer Sunghoon gets to his climax. groans boom from the tv, from your throat, against your ear between praises your boyfriend repeats through your orgasm. “doing so good for me, you’re always so good for me, aren’t you? my pretty pretty baby girl.”
“I love you, love you so much.” breathlessly you chant, turning your head to capture your boyfriend's lips in a heated kiss. footage long forgotten as you recreate the night prior alone.
the air feels stiff around the table Heeseung meets up with his friends during their breaks. consistently hanging out with each other everyday since the semester began, they typically shared warm greetings with shoulder and fist bumps, but after the other day, the aura each one of them carried felt tense; sitting down with barely nodding in each other’s directions as greeting.
“listen,” clearing his throat, Heeseung sits up straight, twisting his hands together timidly. “what happened was.. it was a lot.”
a round of murmurs from his friends sound in agreement, Sunghoon the first to look around and speak up in response.
“are you mad? are we good?”
Heeseung seems dumbfounded, waving off his surprise with a smile. “not at all! guys, I’m happy, like..”
Jake lets out a huge sigh of relief, quickly scooting closer to nuzzle up to his friend's side. “dude, I was so worried all night.”
“no no!” Heeseung throws an arm around him, tugging Jake in even closer. “it’s a good thing, I feel like she’s really comfortable now. I never thought about how much I hold back, or how much she’s been holding back to not scare me off.”
“is she okay?” Jay pipes up, dawning a skeptical expression.
“oh she’s great.” Heeseung reassures him. “actually, we watched the video.”
“yeah, there is no way we can use any of that for the final, but uh,” Heeseung nods, patting Jake’s shoulder. “you all definitely could have promising careers in filming adult videos someday.”
“I’m not even going to lie,” Jay grins, shrugging. “under a pseudonym I’d totally do it, not a bad paying job.”
“who knows, maybe we’ll end up making more ‘home videos’ on accident.” Jake jokes, half-heartedly. shifting his gaze around the group with a staggered laugh.
Heeseung nods, thinking over how elated and angelic you looked falling apart under the lense; how much you enjoyed rewatching yourself taken on camera.
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bad news, good news & good news, bad news by @seungkwansphd
Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 2.9k + 5.4k)
enemies > fwb > lovers, frat!Hyungwon, university AU
- angst, smut, fluff
after a breakup, you find yourself in the company of your self-proclaimed nemesis. you know as well as anyone that you two don’t get along, but your bodies have something different in mind.
middle of the night by @jooberry
Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 3.5k + 4.7k)
fwb to lovers?, idol!Hyungwon
- fluff, angst(ish), smut
part 1, part 2
one shots
versace on the floor by @domjaehyun
Jooheon x fem!reader (wc - 1k)
- smut
series
one shots
Pineapples by @taexual
Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.3k)
best friends to lovers
- fluff
Changkyun has had a crush on you for years but he was sort of terrible at flirting. And yet, who could have known that a debate on whether fruit belonged on pizza would finally lead to some long-overdue confessions?
tell me by @seungkwansphd
Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.2k)
fwb to lovers, mutual pining
- fluff, angst, smut
you and changkyun have been hooking up for a while now. both of you want more, but neither is willing to say it without some reassurance from the other end.
feel better by @moonhoures
Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k)
established relationship
- fluff, smut
Drink You Deeply by @catkyunie
Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.8k)
mafia AU
- smut
The tension has been building for weeks between Changkyun and the boss of their little syndicate. Stolen glances, timed brushes in passing. Finally, the tension snaps.
Waiting For You by @prettywordsyouleft
Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 2.9k)
friends to lovers, mutual? pining
- angst, fluff
This feels unreal... Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has read my fics, enjoyed them and let me know either with a like, reblog, comment or message!
What: smuuuut⛔️🔞 No plot in sight. Reader's gender not specified, no pronouns used, reader has a vagina
Word count: 450
A/N: I haven't written anything new in a while and I'm starting back up again but small. Thank you to everyone who has been supporting and patiently waiting for me ❤️ enjoy this filth, muah
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Changbin's hissed intake of breath contrasted your deep moan as he was emptying himself deep inside your pussy. Your slickness was running down his balls which were pressed right up against your ass. His cock twitched as he spurted cum inside your walls, so warm and so snug around him that he couldn't help but break his eye contact with you and tip his head back.
"Feels so fucking good," he growled through clenched teeth and you watched his strong frame tense and slump above you, muscles straining as he held you in a harsh grip. Your nails dug into his shoulders but if he felt it he didn't react. His eyes were glued to the place where your pussy was still sucking his cock right in and he pulled out slowly, a string of cum clinging to the sensitive head and connecting with your pussy.
But he wasn't done.
There was something he was dead set on seeing before the night was over. His hand reached for your clit, fingers sliding around your wetness in a fast rhythm and he re-entered you, still hard. You sucked in a gasp when Changbin tilted his hips and buried himself inside you roughly, his own cum leaking out around him. He was now rubbing against the spot inside you that made your eyes almost roll back. You clutched at his wrist desperately, slowing his hand over your clit but he fucked you just as hard, just as deep.
"Too much," you sighed and your grip on his wrist tightened even more. But "too much" was not your safeword.
Changbin pressed deep inside of you, hips swivelling just to make you feel him deeper and he used your thighs as leverage, driving himself into you with force.
Your mind blanked. Changbin's wide frame pinning you down, his strong hands holding you in place for him as he filled you to the brim over and over... Your eyes followed, watching his thick cock disappear inside of you until you felt your breathing halt. You gushed around him suddenly, your juices spraying out with force and he withdrew from you, moaning at the feeling of you soaking his lower half. He jerked his cock roughly between your legs as you were still cumming and in a few moments Changbin was releasing for a second time, hot spurts of his cum landing over your thighs and some streaking over your soaking pussy.
You sunk into the mattress, a boneless mass of limbs as your lungs laboured to draw enough breath into you. Changbin sat on his heels, breathing hard too as he looked at you with a fucked out smile.
⚠ — Confidence/self-worth/intimacy issues, depiction of a porn shoot (somnophilia, oral (f rec), penetrative sex), sexual tension (see masterlist for more).
★ Please see my pinned before asking to be tagged.
※ This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.
One colossal heartbreak is enough to change a lot of things.
Chris wasn’t always like this. Back then, if you asked people what kind of a guy he was, they would probably respond with adjectives like warm, wholesome, dorky even. Definitely loyal. Protective.
The very same people had a hard time recognizing him after the massive hit he took to his pride. His descriptors changed into indifferent, arrogant, devil-may-care, and rootless. He had thrown himself into the arms of hedonism to seek solace and turned into a complete nomad that never visited the same woman twice. He could feel himself get more disconnected from humane emotions day by day, but it was okay. As temporary as it was, he could still find happiness. Sheer delirium induced by ecstasy at times.
He would rather chew glass than become that vulnerable again. At any cost. Fuck that shit.
The reason for him to set up camp in his local gym was initially to keep himself busy as well as his still-sizzling rage under control, and while the intense dopamine boost was indeed helpful, he also got a side benefit that he never meant to have from it.
People were throwing themselves at him. Literally. Trampling each other to be the one to end up in his bed at the end of the night. And he realized he liked the attention no matter how superficial.
No, he absolutely loved it.
He was wanted. He was desired. Excessively so. He knew he was starring in someone’s fantasies just shortly after making eye contact with them. Solely with a ‘Hey’ rendered in that low tone and the subtle gestures he made insinuating he was into you, Chris was just so infinitely charming that it was downright impossible to resist him. There were nights he didn’t even have to lift a finger. He would just lay there and let his disposable companion for the night do all the work as if he was doing them a huge favor by letting them pleasure him. They still seemed to be grateful for the opportunity even when he curtly sent them home right afterwards. No cuddling and no sleeping over. That was the rule.
It was completely a self-indulgent ego masturbation move on his part when he created an account to share thirst traps or short clips of himself indulging in solo playtime. He most certainly did not expect that people would volunteer to make sex tapes with him for the viewing pleasure of the masses. He wasn’t stupid, of course; who would fucking agree to such a thing without getting their own ass covered first?
That was actually the first time Chris was glad he had endured sharing an apartment with an insufferable lawyer-to-be.
“Your face can’t show in the video, by the way. Sign this, and we’re good to go.”
Better safe than sorry.
Little did he know the steamy little journal he was keeping would lead to a life-changing career decision for him very very soon.
“Can you like… introduce me to some of your stars?”
“Anybody from the milf category would do.”
“Can I come watch?”
Well. Gross.
Every guy that heard you were working in the adult entertainment industry gave pretty much the same reaction as though they made a pact.
“It’s not as hot as you think,” you would try to explain, “I don’t really get turned on to the porn we produce.”
“How the fuck is that possible?! If I worked at your office, I’d bust a nut every five minutes.”
Either people were way too delusional, or extremely touch-starved to get aroused to anything that breathed. There could simply be no other explanation for this.
“It’s just a bunch of dudes fucking some models and a lot of orgasm faking. You get pretty numb to it after a while.”
“Or maybe you’re a bit of a prude.”
A prude? You?
The reason you ended up in this business was literally because of your passion for writing erotica. At first, you treaded with a lot of caution, thinking that one job ad for an assistant producer could lead to one of those cautionary Netflix tales, but it turned out to be much better than you expected. In all honesty, how bad could it really be if your prospective colleague dropped a post scriptum that read, ‘Save me from my misery. I’m perpetually dry-heaving due to the extreme lack of plot around here’?
Those very words were penned by Han Jisung, also an assistant producer at Smash Bandicunt desperately seeking a like-minded teammate to work with him. Even the name of the company was very much telling of its employee and filmography profile, but oddly enough, Jisung couldn’t be any different. He was objectively the only person you were comfortable with, not only because he was the singular decent guy around, but also because he just got you. Both of you shared a pretty similar vision when it came to what porn should be. Or could be for that matter.
That it didn’t have to be this trashy.
You enjoyed the perks of your job very much—a.k.a the awesome pay, flexible hours, and unexpectedly a comprehensive health insurance package. However, working with the rest of the guys at this company was like willingly moving into a frathouse despite the huge ‘Douchebags: Beware’ sign out front. You were the only woman in the production team, and the testosterone levels were so high that everyone at the office felt like they belonged to an installment of the American Pie saga. Shortly after you started, you realized you had no choice but to wrap yourself in a cocoon of jeans and oversized hoodies to blend in with the rest of the bros. You know, for some much-needed peace of mind away from the constant questioning of “So what do girls really do at sleepovers?”
It was another day in the editing room, and you and Jisung were looking at the huge screens in front of you while cleaning up some raw footage. If someone took a picture of you two at that moment and showed it to a random passerby on the street, nobody would be able to guess you were watching porn. Your eyes were that dead.
“I swear my pussy’s getting dry,” you threw the remote on the huge cream-colored desk and turned to Jisung, “Have you ever told a partner they are fucking you oh so good when they’re clearly lackluster?”
“Well, I’m not a good frame of reference since I believe in the clits over cocks supremacy,” Jisung responded without taking his eyes off the screen, “But why lie to somebody when being open will bring both of us so much more pleasure?”
“How the fuck Troy gets to be a senior producer and you don’t is beyond me,” you rolled your eyes in exasperation, “Even the dude’s name screams douche general.”
You got a notification on your phone telling you a meeting was about to start in five minutes. The company was recently acquired by a much bigger—and, well, professional—film studio, and that Monday was the day the new CEO was going to meet with the employees. The production team was given the privilege to be the first set of eyes to see him in person.
“Look at this name. Blake. Ugh,” Jisung pretended to be gagging, “If he asks to produce another line of girls-gone-wild videos, I’m rioting.”
When you reached the conference room, you exchanged greetings with the people inside in the form of silent nods. Just to be cordial, to be honest. You couldn’t give two fucks if they disappeared tomorrow since you didn’t even know half their names.
“Where’s the new boss man?” you asked Troy while sitting down, just to get an unfazed reply.
“Absent as you can see.”
Jisung shot you a knowing look and rolled his eyes so hard that you could almost hear them squeak. The room was filled with murmurs of mundane conversations until the door was swung open, promptly turning all the eyes towards that direction.
“Excuse my tardiness, please. Traffic was a bitch.”
A woman barged into the conference room and immediately headed towards the chair at the end of the long table, clicking her heels with advanced competency. She was wearing quite a sophisticated suit jacket with a stand-up collar and Prada monograms on her buttons, looking completely out of place in that room full of people wearing loose jeans, cargo shorts, and print tees. She took out her computer from her fancy briefcase and fired it up, not paying any mind to the curious eyes fixated on her.
“And who are you?” Troy finally asked, seemingly somewhat annoyed that the stranger didn’t even bother to introduce herself.
“My name is Anita Blake,” she declared with infinite amounts of nonchalance exuding from her while crossing her legs and leaning back in the swiveling chair, “I’m your new boss.”
“You’re Blake?!”
“Dibs,” Jisung murmured under his breath as the woman clad in Louboutins gave the entire room whiplash with the unexpected news.
“Why yes. Did that displease you, your highness?” she snapped her fingers to signal the man by the door to bring in a stack of paper, “Agenda for today, please.”
“Agenda?” Troy furrowed his brows almost mockingly, “We don’t do that around here, Anita.”
“What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t,” he was looking at her like he owned the place, “It’s Troy.”
“Well, Troy, it’s Ms. Blake for you, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell me how to run my fucking meetings,” she replied with a warm smile, “Can you tell me about your latest project, please?”
The zero-fucks attitude as well as the bluntness of Anita was probably tickling you and Jisung the most. Finally. Your lord and savior had finally arrived.
“It’s called Workout Regimen. It’ll be a compilation of locker room stuff.”
You and Jisung heaved very deep sighs while rolling your eyes, and obviously, it didn’t go unnoticed by the douche general.
“Is there a problem here, noobs?”
“Listen, man, I know your rowdy-sports-bar type of content brings in ad revenue, but would it kill us to make something a bit more movie-like for once? Preferably something that lasts longer than five minutes?”
“Bro, our audience doesn’t even last more than five minutes. What are you talking about?”
“We’re talking about shooting actual erotic movies,” you shot daggers at his smug face with your eyes, “With a decent plot and shit, featuring people who can act. We’ve been begging for months, and quite frankly, we’re getting a little tired of hearing ‘Maybe next time’.”
The frathouse crowd roared with such deafening laughter that one would think you had just landed the most hysterical punchline in the history of jokes.
“Quite frankly, she says,” Troy wiped his tears while holding his stomach, “I guess I didn’t do a good job of letting you down easy the last time. We’re not wasting our resources on something that’s not going to bring us revenue, pretty face. Nobody’s going to spare that much budget for your precious movies. Why don’t you guys try your hand at a streaming production or something?”
The laughter still hadn’t completely died down, and when you caught a glimpse of Anita right at that moment, you noticed that she was the only one not entertained in the slightest.
“Troy?”
“Hm?”
“You’re fired,” she spoke while still looking at her computer screen, “Talk to human resources on your way out.”
The entire room froze, and the cheery mood vanished instantly with the huge metaphorical butcher’s knife she slammed on the table.
Oh, Ms. Anita Blake hadn’t come to play at all.
“Are you for real right now?”
“No, I’m serious. Learn to speak proper English. It will help you find a better job.”
Troy left the room almost in slow motion, clearly in disbelief of what just happened. You and Jisung shared the sentiment, too, but for entirely different reasons.
Did the reign of terror finally come to an end just now? Just like that? In the blink of an eye?
“Anyone else wants to disrespect each other?” Anita looked around the room with psychopathic calmness as if she didn’t do what she just did. The only thing she was met with was, naturally, silence.
“I’m here to rebuild this studio from scratch, so of course there will be some radical changes around here. Starting from this abysmal name.”
She clicked on the remote, and a logo appeared on the gigantic TV facing the conference table.
“We’re not Bang Bros. We’re not Reality Kings. What I want is a wide spectrum of people watching our catalog and getting turned the fuck on,” she placed the remote back on the table with grace and pointed at the screen, “Anyone can tell me what this means?”
The words Petite Mort were written in a tasteful font and a purple gradient. After a brief silence, Jisung raised his hand, albeit scared shitless to make a sound.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Uh– Han Jisung, Ms. Blake.”
“You may call me Anita, Jisung.”
You were biting the inside of your cheeks not to burst out laughing at how Jisung was falling in love with her in real-time, rightfully so to be frank because who the fuck had this much charisma?
“It means little death,” he explained after clearing his throat, “It’s an innuendo for an orgasm.”
“What’s your current title?”
“I’m an assistant producer.”
“Starting today, you’re a senior producer,” Anita took some notes in her Moleskine notebook, “I love the vision you have. You’re going to create a team and bring me a project plan for a mid-length movie by next week. Sounds good?”
“Of– of course!”
For the rest of the meeting, Anita shared the new vision she had for the studio as well as the type of content she wished to produce with clear strategic goals. It definitely came as a shock to the frathouse since all of them listened to their new boss with utterly confused looks. When the meeting finished, she briefly approached Jisung before leaving the room.
“I have faith in you. Don’t let me down, okay sweetheart?”
She flashed a genuine smile and disappeared with steps as quick as the ones she walked in with. Jisung, on the other hand, turned into an absolute giggling mess, longingly sighing after her.
“She called me sweetheart again,” he bashfully scratched his nape.
“Ji, she’s our b—”
“Shut up, there’s nothing wrong with falling in love.”
Well, who were you to judge, really?
Anita’s first move as the reigning queen was to get rid of a good chunk of the performers she deemed subpar and recruit new ones. She made it crystal clear that she wanted people who could also act, and you and Jisung were entrusted with leading the process. You agreed to carry out a two-step plan: first, you were going to release an official casting call and collect reels from people. After the preliminary assessment of their portfolios, you were going to invite the shortlisted candidates for an in-person audition. That afternoon, you were finally reviewing the applications you had received, pretending to be judges at some pageant.
“This profile is pretty interesting actually,” Jisung examined one of the electronic portfolios in front of him.
“Which one?”
“Christopher Bang.”
“Are you fucking KIDDING ME?” you smacked your thighs while wheezing your lungs out, “Way to be subtle with that last name.”
“You’re laughing, but that’s actually his government name.”
“Shut up.”
“No, really,” he turned the computer screen towards you to show you the portion outlining personal information.
You pulled the laptop closer to see it for yourself. It was indeed true. The Australian-born performer was going by the moniker Channing ‘Chan’ Bondi, and he was one of the few applicants that had attached boudoir shots to his file. Very tasteful ones at that. Gorgeous body, impeccable expressions, serving smolder for days. After quickly going through his measurements—which quite frankly didn’t mean much to you—you clicked on a tab that led to his selected filmography hosted on a pornographic content creator platform.
Parking lot shenanigans
Making her cum while she’s on the phone
Controlling her lush in public
Summer night scent
“Real talk, if I were him, I would call myself Australian Stallion,” you admitted while watching the first video in awe, “His body is unreal.”
“This is actually weirdly wholesome?” Jisung chuckled in surprise, “It feels like watching a random person’s sex tape. Doesn’t feel produced at all.”
“Because it’s not,” you confirmed, “That’s the appeal of the amateur content.”
Before you knew it, you made it to the last video titled ‘Summer night scent’. The scene was shot at a beach at sunset hours, and it was depicting him going down on someone.
And if this was what getting eaten out was supposed to be like, you had never had your pussy eaten before. Not by the code, at least.
“Jesus fucking christ, would you look at the way this guy goes down on her?” Jisung fanned himself and let out a loud exhale, “Like damn, I got hard just watching him eat pussy.”
This Christopher guy was a fantastic porn performer, no doubt about it. He was very comfortable with his body as well as his sexuality. There was passion in his eyes. There was lust in his voice. But much more importantly, he was quite clearly enjoying all these scenes. It wasn’t even amateur porn at this point—this guy was simply chronicling his sex life for the masses to watch, and it was arousing as fuck.
But you needed a little more than that.
“I’m subscribing,” you pulled out your phone on a whim.
Turn on notifications?
“Oh, hell yeah.”
You and Jisung both agreed to include him on the shortlist you prepared. On the day of the auditions, you were obviously professional and paying utmost attention to every single one of these people, but deep down you knew what you were really looking forward to. The closer you got to Chris’ appointment time, the more an odd excitement was spreading throughout your body. When he finally walked through that door, your heart started beating super fast.
He looked much more attractive in person. There was this carefree aura around him. He either didn’t care about how this audition was going to go, or he was pretending not to care until he crossed the bridge.
It would be ideal if you weren’t intrigued by him this much.
“Please read the lines you see on the screen out loud,” Jisung instructed, “With feeling.”
“Aren’t you going to give me some context for these?”
The way he said it was a bit more than nonchalant. It was borderline arrogant. You unknowingly clenched your jaw and intervened.
“The first is for a girl you’re crushing hard on. The second is for a customer who walks into your pleasure chamber. Go.”
Chris turned to the lines reflected on the wall and squinted his eyes a little, seemingly trying to picture something. Then he closed his eyes completely and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, it felt like he was a completely different person. Gigantic eyes looking like he was pleading with a tinge of desperation in his voice, and for some reason, he found it apt to target you.
“One chance. It’s going to be so worth it.”
Thank goodness you had learned how to keep a poker face around here because otherwise how flustered you were would be embarrassing to witness. You took a couple of notes on the paper in front of you and gestured him to proceed to the next line. He took a few seconds to memorize the line, did the eye-squinting thing again, and aimed his words at you once more with an utterly sultry voice this time.
“I have all the time to kill. I will learn what makes you cum that hard.”
You and Jisung were both shocked at the abrupt change of his persona. The transition was seamless. You went through several more lines and then asked him to improvise for a few scenarios. By the end of it, it was obvious to you that Chris was a complete chameleon. He would be perfect for meet-cute scenes as well as dark as fuck hardcore ones.
“Thank you. We’ll be in touch.”
He nodded with a little smirk on his lips, eyes intently on you the entire time. Right after he left, you turned to Jisung.
“I really can’t tell if he’s a really good actor or just a fucking psychopath. Who the fuck changes their personality like that on cue?”
“I so wanna watch this guy fuck someone live,” he took a look at his notes and then you, “We’re signing him, no matter what.”
“I’ll leave it to you to break him the news and draw up a contract then.”
After a thorough background and health check as well as a complete set of STD tests coming back negative, Chris finally became an official cast member of the studio. The day you finally met him in person was the day you were supposed to deliver a script to him.
“Chris, right?” you handed him the small stack of paper in your hand along with your card, “My name is Y/N. I’m your contact person if you need anything.”
“Thanks,” he grabbed the card and put it in his back pocket without looking at it, “When can I get your performer roster?”
“Excuse me?”
“Your performer roster. You have one, right?”
Well, yeah you did, but he was being horrendously rude regarding his demand. As if he was asking for something well within his rights.
“Why would you need that exactly?”
“So that I can pick my partners. I don’t shoot with just anyone,” Chris informed you and crossed his arms over his chest, “You didn’t really expect me to have chemistry with every single performer, right?”
You were getting ticked off big time. Where the fuck did that entitlement come from anyway? Yes, he had received your stamp of approval, but if you knew what an ass he was, you would have certainly thought it over.
“I’m sorry, were you under the impression that this is a pleasure house?” you cocked a brow, trying your best to keep your composure, “We cast and you act. We don’t provide a menu for your liking.”
“I think you do,” Chris whipped out a copy of his contract and turned to a page to make his point, “That was my condition to sign with you.”
The fuck?
You indeed went through that highlighted section to find a loophole, but it seemed ironclad, which meant Jisung was dead serious when he said ‘no matter what’. You heaved a deep sigh while internally cursing at Jisung and slammed the contract on his chest.
“I’m not gonna like you, am I?”
The winds of change blowing at Petite Mort were indeed a breath of fresh air, but it came at a price. All of these new performers were acting like goddamn divas, Chris being the undeclared leader of them.
Sure, there was nothing wrong with knowing you were good at something, but did he really have to be this adamant about reminding everyone in the vicinity of that every chance he got? You were already regretting agreeing to cast him that fast.
It was finally time for Mr. Channing fucking Bondi to put his money where his damn luscious mouth was a.k.a the day of your first shoot with him. Finally seizing the opportunity of a lifetime after paying so many people’s dues, Jisung had finally claimed the director’s chair to bring his beloved somnophilia project called ‘Insomnia’ to life, and he obviously wanted Chris as his male lead. Among the performers his excellency declared ‘he would create great synergy with’, you had deliberately paired him with Alexis Scott, a long-time cast of the studio and one of the very few that survived Anita’s chopping board, thinking she would be the one to show him his place. Not only was Alexis a huge exhibitionist herself, but she was also notorious for her massive ego that hated getting the spotlight stolen from her. It was going to be fun to spectate, to say the least.
You thought you had seen it all at this company, so when you marched into Chris’ waiting room to let him know how much time he had left, you certainly weren’t expecting him to give you a first.
“Chris, we’ll start i— The fuck are you doing?!”
“FUCKING— KNOCK FIRST MAYBE?!!”
You saw that for only two seconds, but you saw it nevertheless. He was alone in the room and sprawled wide on the makeup chair, eyes closed, head thrown back, moaning quietly with his rock-hard cock in his palm. When you suddenly barged in, he almost fell off the chair trying to cover himself in his bathrobe in panic. Under normal circumstances, you would leave to give the person some privacy, but no fucking way you were going to pass on the opportunity of witnessing the king fall from grace.
“You seriously couldn’t wait for ten more minutes, Bondi?”
“For your information, it’s called getting in the zone,” he uttered while tying the belt of his robe.
“Isn’t that counterproductive?” you questioned out of genuine curiosity, “That’s like eating chips before dinner.”
“I said I’m getting in the zone, not busting a nut. I was just edging myself,” he informed you with a complete lack of shame, “By the way, now that I have you, can you bring me some lube? Water-based only. Thanks.”
You raised your brows in slow motion, praying to every deity that you just misheard what this fucker said.
“I beg your goddamn pardon?”
“Didn’t you say to contact you if I needed anything?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t automatically translate into Treat me as your personal assistant. You don’t have to be a colossal dick about it.”
He started swiveling in his chair from side to side with his legs spread wide, an annoying smirk growing bigger on his lips.
“You begged me to sign with you.”
“First of all, I didn’t do shit; that was Jisung,” you corrected him, barely able to refrain from punching his smug face, “And secondly, maybe learn to sit the fuck down and be humble, man. We’re not shooting the second coming of Titanic here.”
You thought your words were stinging him enough to get the message across, but even if they were, maybe Chris was one of those people that enjoyed pain. Rather than collecting himself, let alone a half-assed apology for his behavior, he broke into an even wider grin and got up from his chair to invade whatever tiny personal space you had.
“You’re very hot when you’re angry, you know?”
You didn’t flinch, but you noticeably gulped nevertheless, and judging from how entertained he seemed, he fucking noticed.
“Finish your shit, Bang,” you slammed the script you were holding on his chest, “On the 15th floor set in half an hour.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Right at that moment, the door opened again, and a few styling people let themselves in. As you pulled one of them to the side to discuss wardrobe choices for the day, Alexis finally showed up.
“Hi, Chris.”
“Hey, baby girl,” Chris reciprocated the greeting without looking away from the script, “Did you douche? I’m supposed to go down on you today.”
“Duh?”
Chris watched her as she sat down for her makeup and threw the stack of paper on the table.
“I have a pleasant surprise for you today,” he got up from his chair, “See you in a bit.”
He shot a wink at you with a click of his tongue while making his way to the bathroom to shower. Barely five minutes in the same room with him, and you were already done.
“I just can’t,” you mumbled to yourself as you left the room.
You headed to the 15th floor, thinking what an absolute visionary Anita was all the while. She bought out the lease contracts of several other companies residing in this building just so she could turn their floors into set areas, and brought in some of her people from her previous studio to work their magic. When you walked into Set 15-4 that evening, you were convinced you somehow passed through a portal on the way because you were in the presence of a cozy-looking bedroom. The installation of the props, as well as the lighting, was flawless. It really looked like you were borrowing someone’s actual bedroom for a shoot that day. Jisung was in the middle of the room, positively vibrating commanding people left and right with enthusiasm.
“You’re finally where you belong, Ji,” you pressed your hand on his back with a warm smile.
“I can barely stop myself from YELLING!” he instantly contradicted himself, “Look at this set! Look at those fucking nightlights coming through the window! The atmosphere is INSANE!”
“Yes, and you made it happen!” you shook him from his shoulders in excitement, “We’re gonna have a blast today, I’m telling you.”
“Oh, fuck me, look who just walked in.”
At long last, the performers arrived at the set walking on either side of Anita. You most definitely didn’t expect her to be present, but a part of you was glad that she decided to come by to watch. Jisung, on the other hand, was on the brink of losing his shit.
“Get a grip, Ji,” you pinched him as the trio approached closer, “This is your time to shine. Prove it to her.”
“What’s up, boss junior?” Chris greeted Jisung by saluting him with two of his fingers.
“I like you, man!” Jisung slapped him on the shoulder and then turned serious, “Listen, we’ll do two scenes back to back, but I’m not cutting in the middle to preserve the natural flow. Once the fingering scene is over, you’ll immediately move on to penetration. Understood?”
Chris and Alexis nodded and headed towards the bed while Anita stayed behind.
“Break a leg,” she smiled and sat down on the chair next to the director’s, “I want to get properly hot and bothered by this scene.”
“You heard the boss. Everybody in position. It’s go time!”
You sat down to Jisung’s right with a weird buzz flaring in your gut. The set was so convincing, not to mention Chris and Alexis clad in casual shorts and t-shirts, that it almost felt like you were engaging in a mass voyeurism attempt or something.
“Action!”
The scene started with Alexis rolled to her side, peacefully sleeping, and Chris wide awake in the dark room only illuminated by streetlights with his arm over his forehead. He was taking deep breaths, closing his eyes every once in a while as if he was uncomfortable by something. He looked to his left with an endeared smile on his face, watching his on-camera girlfriend’s chest softly rising and falling.
The smile started to fade away once he began ghosting his hands on her body, and that loving expression of moments ago was replaced with something much more titillating. He thickly gulped and turned her on her back while heavily breathing, very careful not to wake her, and started sliding her shorts down. The macro camera was capturing how Chris was basically turning into a werewolf perfectly. He gently pushed her legs apart and started going down on her.
The way Chris performed… There was nothing left from that smug bastard that got on your last nerve. He was very deliberate with the way he glided his tongue all over her, not caring one bit how sloppy it was. The cautionary moves of earlier aimed at not waking her up were long gone. He was eating pussy to satisfy a very carnal hunger and he wanted her to wake up to this. If you stumbled upon this very clip on some porn platform, you would legitimately become an instant fan going ‘Who the fuck is this wholesome dude going to town on his girl’s cunt because goddamn.’
It aroused the shit out of you.
Your throat was getting dry, but your pussy was getting sopping wet. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, and much to your dismay, you realized that you were squeezing your legs together while watching this scene in a trance.
You could feel your head crawling with ideas already. Maybe you lived to see the day you would have a muse to write fucking porn, but it was annoying as fuck that it was Chris.
“You okay there?” Jisung turned to you and whispered, “You’re sweating.”
“Yeah, I’m– I’m fine,” you quietly cleared your throat, “I’ll tell them to turn on the AC.”
“Chan?”
Alexis finally woke up to see her make-believe boyfriend between her legs, pleasuring her back to consciousness. Once the realization hit, she started moaning very quietly.
“Good morning, baby girl,” Chris smiled and shoved two of his fingers in his mouth to get them wet, “Don’t give me those bashful moans. Let it out. Let it out, or else I’ll make you.”
“He’s improvising,” Jisung contently smiled as he watched the whole thing on the little screen in front of him.
He started fingering her with her pussy still in his mouth, slowly changing the gear of how fervently he was fucking her.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Alexis contorted her face in pleasure with her eyes closed, “Keep– keep going.”
Chris bit his lips at her reaction, and a hint of his usual arrogance appeared on his smile again.
“It feels much better when you let loose, doesn’t it?”
He changed the angle of his wrist, indicative of him curling his fingers inside her. Once he started his ministrations, the volume of her moans got louder all of a sudden.
“You’re gonna wake up the neighbors,” he whispered in amusement.
“I don’t care. God, don’t stop!”
You focused your attention on Alexis, trying to decide whether she was faking this at all because those moans were a little too guttural to be pretend.
“Yes. Yes. YES!!!”
When she arched her back, she straight up squirted on Chris’ face. While you were initially surprised, a voice at the back of your head pulled you back to reality. You were so not impressed since this was one of the oldest tricks in the book, albeit requiring considerable pelvic floor muscle strength to hold some water inside you.
“Perfect,” Chris kissed her first and then towered over her, “Touch me.”
He guided her hand to his lower abdomen, and Alexis slowly dragged it down to his crotch.
“Get a close-up of this,” Jisung instructed the cameraperson. When you looked to your left, you witnessed that basically everybody sitting down was on the edge of their seats.
“Stop teasing!” Alexis whined, “Fuck me already.”
Chris kissed her fingers while getting rid of his shorts. He pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer and promptly slid inside her, but man this could barely count as fucking. There was something just way too erotic about the way he moved.
“I’m in love with fucking you awake,” Chris groaned through an exhale, “You can take me deeper, right?”
“D-deeper,” Alexis stuttered. She literally wasn’t able to talk at all.
He took her left leg on his shoulder, giving a perfect angle of how he was basically impaling her to the camera, and threw his head back in apparent pleasure.
“Ah, this! This spot right there,” he started going faster, “I’m– I’m gonna cum. Clench harder, come on!”
When his moans reached their highest pitch, Chris lowered himself on his partner and kissed her so passionately that you almost questioned whether it was actually the kiss that made him cum. You watched his tremors slowely recede, and he eventually broke into a borderline affectionate smile, luring Alexis into another kiss.
“Cut!”
You jumped in your place when Jisung stopped the scene. The auxiliary staff rushed to bring the duo bathrobes as well as bottles of water, extra towels, and spearmint mouthwash, and one thing that caught your attention was that Alexis looked legitimately fucked out with a dumb smile on her face. The crew promptly left to prepare the next set, and after giving the performers some time to shower and unwind, you and Jisung knocked on the waiting room door to find them in the middle of styling for the next scene.
“Bra-vo, Lex, that was impressive!” Jisung applauded while approaching her, “Must have been hard trying to hold that much water inside you all this time. You doing okay?”
“Oh, that was 200% genuine just now,” she smiled while getting her makeup retouched.
“It– it was?” your eyes involuntarily widened.
“Yeah, when Chris told me he had a pleasant surprise for me, I wasn’t expecting that,” she licked her lips remembering that exact sensation again.
Your jaw almost dropped all the way to the floor when you heard that. No, it couldn’t be. There was just no way. Nuh uh.
“I really appreciate you pairing me up with him,” she held your hands, “He lives up to his reputation big time.”
“You’re welcome,” Chris winked as he approached and promptly made Alexis giggle like a virgin.
Was your masterplan maybe backfiring on you just a little bit?
When Anita, Jisung, and Alexis headed to the editing room for a critique of the scene, you were left alone with Chris. Minty fresh from his shower, he was wearing a black shirt and jeans this time for his next scene, and a pleasant fragrance of an oudy cologne was coming off him. He directly addressed you with his hands in his pockets.
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Yeah, it was pretty good,” you answered leisurely, which did not satisfy him at all.
“Oh, come on! You and I both know I don’t do pretty good,” he took a step closer to you, “I do great.”
“Sure, man. Whatever floats your boat.”
As you were about to leave, Chris gently turned you around from your shoulder and leaned into your face, his expression devoid of his usual smugness for the first time. He was looking right into your soul with eyes ablaze, which was enough to temporarily stun you.
“So you’re telling me if I caressed your pussy right now, it wouldn’t leave a slippery trail between my fingers?”
You were so taken aback by his words that you didn’t even know how to retort that properly. Your mind went completely blank, and Chris thought the incoherent sounds you were making were the perfect opportunity to land a fatality.
“That’s what great is,” he breathily whispered into your ear with a chuckle that sent a shudder down your spine, “And you’re very cute when you can’t talk back to me.”
He left the premises just like that, leaving you with an indescribable knot tightening in the pit of your stomach as well as a flood of questions invading your head.
I'm not dead and I haven't left this blog, for those who might be wondering. I'm just in a very pivotal qualification/job period and navigating a new, very adult, very exciting relationship haha. I might answer some asks tonight
Your personal triggers and squicks do not get to determine what kind of art other people make.
People make shit. It's what we do. We make shit to explore, to inspire, to explain, to understand, but also to cope, to process, to educate, to warn, to go, "hey, wouldn't that be fucked up? Wild, right?"
Yes, sure, there are things that should be handled with care if they are used at all. But plenty more things are subjective. Some things are just not going to be to your tastes. So go find something that is to your tastes and stop worrying so much about what other people are doing and trying to dictate universal moral precepts about art based on your personal triggers and squicks.
I find possession stories super fucking triggering if I encounter them without warning, especially if they function as a sexual abuse metaphor. I'm not over here campaigning for every horror artist to stop writing possession stories because they make me feel shaky and dissociated. I just check Does The Dog Die before watching certain genres, and I have my husband or roommate preview anything I think might upset me so they can give me more detail. And if I genuinely don't think I can't handle it, I don't watch it. It's that simple.
If you look at the tags on my original post, this post was originally about hospital horror, and how it's allowed to exist even if an individual has medical trauma and doesn't like the genre. But since someone wanted to go and put some shit on my post that I disagree with:
No, actually, it doesn't exclude those things. Dark themes in fiction are allowed to exist whether you like them or not.
Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita was not a real little girl who really got brutalized. She was a fictional character. No real child was harmed. People are not reading Lolita and going out thinking, "oh, this told me to abuse children, and clearly it's morally okay now." The existence of Lolita is not responsible for the existence of CSA.
Wes Craven's New Nightmare was pretty meta, but Freddy Krueger was still never real and never hurt any real kids, either. He's a story. None of those kids ever died, none of them ever got abused, and Fred Krueger never got burned to death, because they're all fake and never existed. Murder and CSA in the real world aren't Freddy Krueger's fault.
Jaime and Cersei Lannister are not real people. They are fake. They are words on paper, and actors on a screen. Lena Headey and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau are not siblings, and did not ever have real sex in the show. It was fake, simulated, not real sex. No siblings actually fucked. Nobody is watching/reading Game of Thrones and thinking, "oh, I can totally go fuck my sibling with no repercussions now!" The existence of Game of Thrones is not responsible for real-world incest.
Guillermo del Toro's film Crimson Peak didn't kick off an epidemic of everyone deciding it's okay to fuck their sister and kill their wife. William Faulkner's "A Rose For Emily" isn't making people kill men and sleep with their corpses, and Emily never really killed Homer because neither of them actually exist in the first place.
John Wick isn't making people run out and become hitmen. The very cute doggy that infamously dies in the first movie was not actually a real dog death--the dogs in John Wick were treated very well, according to a ScreenRant article I found!
Ghostface was played by a combination of stuntmen and a very talented voice actor, and all his murder victims were actors who were filming a pretend story. It was all choreographed and nobody really died. The benind-the-scenes stuff for the Scream series is actually really cool if you're into that sort of thing like I am.
Arcane didn't put grenade launchers in people's hands and turn them into vigilante fighters juiced up on Super Drugs--and you know what, neither did any of the things the Batman franchise has churned out. The Joker and Scarecrow and Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn aren't out there terrorizing New York City, because they're fantasy supervillains who aren't real and can't hurt you.
The endless waves of bandits in Skyrim are pixels on a screen, and I'm not killing real men when I cut them down. No real people got hurt when my Sims 4 house caught fire. Playing Super Smash Brothers hasn't gotten me into underground fighting rings, and neither did watching Fight Club.
It's all fiction.
None of it is real.
The characters are fake and do not exist.
Curate your own media experience and get your head out of your ass.
[ID: a comment left by tumblr user msexcelfractal, which reads "Cool post OP, now do Birth of a Nation. End ID.]
Content warning: antiblackness, antisemitism, sinophobia, general discussion of bigotry and oppression
You really want to try and go there as if that's some kind of gotcha on the subject of dark fiction? Fine. Let's go there. I've got sources and free time.
Birth of a Nation is a horrific hate crime of a film. It is flagrantly racist and was connected to a surge in KKK membership. Nobody should watch that film for enjoyment. It's horrific. Nobody should be forced to watch it, either. You don't have to watch the film, and I don't recommend you do, unless you're actively involved in studying it for whatever reason. It's a bad, hateful movie.
I have not watched it in its entirety and I don't really ever intend to. There are Black scholars who have already broken it down and discussed it at length, and I don't feel I'm going to get anything out of the film that they haven't already covered. If I need to study Birth of a Nation in more depth for whatever reason, I'm going to defer to Black scholarship on the subject.
But if you tried to ban the film altogether? If you tried to erase it from existence? I would ask what the fuck is wrong with you. Banning Birth of a Nation does absolutely nothing to combat the racism that created it. It wouldn't stop racists from making racist art. It wouldn't erase the damage done by the film. It wouldn't go back in time and make it retroactively never made.
You know what banning it would do, though? It would strip film scholars of the ability to discuss it. It would prohibit people from talking about exactly why it was bad. It would inhibit honest conversations about what the film was and who it affected.
You know what you do with horrific bigoted art like Birth of a Nation? You have content warnings, like the one I put at the beginning of this reply. You don't spring it on people who don't want to discuss it. You don't put it on for people to watch without warning. You don't tell everyone you know to go and watch it and give it money.
You do things like what Warner Brothers did with their Tom and Jerry disclaimer:
“These animated shorts are products of their time. Some of them may depict some of the ethnic and racial prejudices that were commonplace in American society. These depictions were wrong then and are wrong today. While the following does not represent the Warner Bros. view of today’s society, these animated shorts are being presented as they were originally created, because to do otherwise would be the same as claiming these prejudices never existed.”
You damn sure don't erase it from history and pretend that ignoring it will solve bigotry. Censorship is not the answer, because censorship is always enforced harder on marginalized artists. You ban racism in film, you ban films by Black artists who are exploring the topic from their own perspective.
When the Hays Code banned "offense to other nations," you know what happened? It didn't stop racism in film, that's for damn sure. It instead gave bigoted censors a perfectly legal and easy way to shut down art by marginalized people, which they did gladly.
The rise of the Nazi Party in Germany resulted in the Reichsfilmkammer demanding the removal of all Jewish workers from Hollywood's European locations. American films began receiving heavy censorship and bans in Germany, and so American studios complied with the Reichsfilmkammer's demands in order to avoid legal trouble in Germany.
Despite the Nazi party's outright hostility toward Hollywood, the MPPDA office discouraged any negative depiction of Germany or the Nazi party. Germany had been such a huge market for American cinema that the Reichsfilmkammer's censorship codes for German films began impacting American-made cinema. Jewish representation in cinema all but disappeared overnight. Joseph Breen, the head of the censor board, was an open antisemite, going on open tirades against Jewish people. His censorship policies were flagrantly bigoted and only served to reinforce that bigotry on a systemic level.
In 1933, Herman J. Mankiewicz and Sam Jaffe tried and failed to make an anti-Hitler film titled "The Mad Dog of Europe." The Hays Code was used to deny the film's production. On July 17, 1933, Will Hays himself ordered the filmmakers to cease and desist, all in the name of "not offending Germany."
Said Joseph Breen, "It is to be remembered that there is strong pro-German and anti-Semitic feeling in this country, and, while those who are likely to approve of an anti-Hitler picture may think well of such an enterprise, they should keep in mind that millions of Americans might think otherwise.”
Variety said about the subject, “American attitude on the matter is that American companies cannot afford to lose the German market no matter what the inconvenience of personnel shifts."
Anna May Wong, a Chinese-American actress, lost out on a leading role in the film "The Good Earth," due to the Code's explicit ban on interracial relationships. The leading man had already been cast with a white man wearing yellowface, meaning that Wong was unable to be cast as the leading lady and love interest, even though the characters were supposed to both be Chinese. The role instead went to a German-American actress wearing yellowface, who went on to win an Oscar for the role.
Censorship doesn't help anyone. Censorship does not protect anyone. Censorship does not prevent bigotry, and in fact only serves to reinforce it.
Anyone who read this far and learned something: being an independent media censorship researcher doesn't exactly pay the bills, so check out my Ko-Fi or Patreon if you learned something and feel generous.
My main sources for this post are:
Pre-Code Hollywood: Sex, Immorality, and Insurrection in American Cinema, 1930-1934, by Thomas Doherty
The Dame in the Kimono: Hollywood, Censorship, and the Production Code, by Leonard J. Leff and Jerold L. Simmons
The Encyclopedia of Censorship, by Jonathon Green & Nicholas J. Karolides
Morality and Entertainment: The Origins of the Motion Picture Production Code - Stephen Vaughn
Sin in Soft Focus: Pre-Code Hollywood, by Mark A. Vieira
Forbidden Hollywood: The Pre-Code Era (1930-1934), When Sin Ruled the Movies, by Mark A. Vieira
Hollywood's Censor: Joseph I. Breen & the Production Code Administration, by Thomas Doherty
And since you made me talk about Birth of a fucking Nation, here are some additional resources for people who are actually interested in Black media history:
Birth of an Industry: Blackface Minstrelsy and the Rise of American Animation, by Nicholas Sammond
Archival Rediscovery and the Production of History: Solving the Mystery of Something Good - Negro Kiss (1898), by Allyson Nadia Field
Humor and Ethnic Stereotypes in Vaudeville and Burlesque, by Lawrence E. Mintz
The Original Blues: The Emergence of the blues in African American Vaudeville, by Lynn Abbott and Doug Seroff
Waltzing in the Dark: African American Vaudeville and Race Politics in the Swing Era, by Brenda Dixon Gottschild
Darkest America: Black Minstrelsy from Slavery to Hip-Hop, by Yuval Taylor and Jake Austen
Love & Theft: Blackface Minstrelsy and the American Working Class, by Eric Lott
The Prettiest Girl on Stage is a Man: Race and Gender Benders in American Vaudeville, by Prof. Kathleen B. Casey
Dancing Down the Barricades: Sammy Davis, Jr. And the Long Civil Rights Era, by Matthew Frye Jacobson
Blackface, Whiteface, Insult and Imitation in American Popular Culture, by John Strausbaugh
A Change in the Weather: Modernist Imagination, African American Imaginary, by Geoffrey Jacques
Hollywood Black: The Stars, The Films, The Filmmakers by Donald Bogle
The Blackface Minstrel Show in Mass Media: 20th Century Performances on Radio, Records, Film, and Television, by Tim Brooks
Oscar Micheaux and His Circle: African-American Filmmaking and Race Cinema of the Silent Era, by Pearl Bowser, Jane Gaines, and Charles Musser
America on Film: Representing Race, Class, Gender and Sexuality at the Movies, by Harry M. Benshoff and Sean Griffin
White: Essays on Race and culture, by Richard Dyer
Black American Cinema, edited by Manthia Diawara
Colorization: One Hundred Years of Black Films in a White World, by Wil Haygood
Framing Blackness: The African American Image in Film, by Ed Guerrero
Toms, Coons, Mulattoes, Mammies, & Bucks: An Interpretive History of Blacks in American Films, by Donald Bogle
White Screens, Black Images: Hollywood From the Dark Side, by James Snead
Reel Inequality: Hollywood Actors and Racism, by Nancy Wang Yuen
The Hollywood Jim Crow: the Racial Politics of the Movie Industry, by Maryann Erigha
Thanks OP that’s the analysis I was looking for. I agree with you that banning BoaN now wouldn’t solve anything. When the film was new, the NAACP recognized the damage it would do and organized a campaign to lobby theaters not to show it and local governments to ban it. Would you consider that effort misguided?
I didn’t bring up the film to make you suffer but because it’s a counterexample to your list of media in your original post. White people saw the film and began to idolize the KKK; as a result the KKK saw a resurgence. Banning its premier was an attempt to prevent the real harm it ended up doing - “curate your own media experience” wasn’t enough.
Anyhow thank you for your detailed reply and sorry for upsetting you!
Banning bigoted media does not stop bigots. Individual theoretically-"good" bans can always be used to set precedent for bigoted bans. The actual enforcers of censorship will always be the ruling class, who will use it against people who are already vulnerable. This is proven again and again and again in examples such as the ones I already provided. Putting the tools to systematically silence people into the hands of the ruling class will always be used against you. I am firmly in the position of anti-censorship.
Furthermore, if you'll allow me to return to the original point of my original post, I think it's a leap to bring Birth of a Nation into this conversation in the first place. Coming onto a post that says "Freddy Kreuger didn't really kill anyone because he is not real" by asking for my analysis of Birth of a Nation is a bananas-level non-sequitur.
Birth of a Nation was not created to artistically explore a dark topic in a safe setting. It's an unfair comparison to what was actually being discussed. "Should artists be allowed to explore heavy topics in a fictional world where nobody is really being harmed" is not the same question as "how do we confront bigoted art and targeted propaganda?"
Pairing: Wonwoo x Fem!reader x Mingyu
Tags: 10.8k, Roommate AU, Close friends to VERY close friends, friends to lovers, fluff, humor, self-indulgence, SMUT. [Part 1 of 3]
Summary: As it turns out, you could learn a few things about yourself from your roomies who are far more attuned to your needs than you thought.
Warnings: *nervous laughter* language, unprotected sex (mxf), threesome (mxfxm), oral (m/f), fingering (f), voyeurism, kink talk, dom/sub themes, dom!wonwoo, pet names, praise, choking (f), breast play, marking, biting, crying kink, teasing/chastising, manhandling, subspace, aftercare. That should cover it.
“She won’t come out of her room…”
“No, no. I tried that already. She hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday but she refused breakfast. No, she won’t talk to me. She just kinda grumbled about leaving her alone.”
Your roommate, Mingyu, wearily eyes your bedroom door from where he’s pacing in the kitchen on the phone with your other housemate, Wonwoo.
“Yeah, I left a bottle of water and a snack by the bed. I haven’t checked to see if she’s touched them though, hold on,” Mingyu silently pads across the floor to peek through your door again, holding the phone to his ear as Wonwoo waits patiently in the cereal aisle of the grocery store a few minutes away.
Your body is still completely hidden underneath the comforter but Mingyu’s gaze catches on the tiny black and red octopus plushie on your bedside table in place of the things he’d left for you. Instead of the cute smiling face it usually offers, you’ve flipped it inside out to show the opposite expression indicating to Mingyu that you did not want his company. At least you took the water and snack he left.
He closes the door as quietly as possible and steps back toward the kitchen. “Code red bro. She’s got the plushie out and it’s in rage mode.”
“Woahhh.” Jay lets out an awkward laugh, backing away half asleep attempting to shield his bare chest. “Sorry dude, I didn’t know you had a girl ov—“
“Huh?”
“Oh what the..” Jay stumbles into the hallway opening, reaching to rub his eyes because he must be half asleep still. Blinking furiously, he refocuses, jaw dropping as he finds your confused gaze and Heeseung’s annoyed glare. “Oh..”
Heeseung coughs to break the cumbersome air beginning to fill the room, softly squeezing your sides as he shifts to silently maneuver you off of his lap.
“Sorry man.” Jay forces a smile, nodding as if to say he understands. “Thought you had a girl over, forgot about uhm..” trailing off he smirks at the frown drawing your lips down, shrugging apologetically.
Heeseung takes a swig from a water bottle, a sense of shame washing over him similar to the one your parents instilled years ago.
“..didn’t know scenting was a thing siblings still did as adults..” Jay continues, teetering an accusing tone. “As pups.. sure, maybe.”
“We’re not siblings.” Heeseung’s quick to correct, moving to stand and drop this conversation before it can even start. “You hungry?” He asks you with a lit up easy-going smile to keep you calm.
“Pancakes?” You say shyly, curling into the couch.
“Of course.” Winking, he motions for you to stay put and makes his way to the kitchen, brushing off his roommate’s suspicious commentary.
“Hmm, I could go for some pancakes too, you know.” Jay chides, following after him into the kitchen. “Especially after waking up to this..” he sniffs at the air, letting out a pleased sigh as he leans against the counter. “So sweet.”
Heeseung’s back tenses, neck muscles stiffening and teeth clenching as he proceeds to move around in search of ingredients to whip up your favorite fluffy buttermilk pancakes.
“That’s crazy.” Jay hops onto the counter still in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. “Her scent is so so sweet.. I wouldn’t be able to scent someone so casually like that..”
Heeseung goes on ignoring him, beginning to mix up flour with cream and turn on the stove to melt down the flavor of cinnamon sticks in sugary water.
Jay loudly sucks at the air behind him, savoring the hint of flavor teasing his tongue. “Probably don’t even need syrup for those pancakes, I bet she has the sweetest tastiest sli—“
“That’s enough.” Heeseung snaps around, growling between his teeth. “Do not fucking talk about her like that.”
Jay grins, hopping off the counter to stand before his friend, bare feet stomping across the kitchen floor arrogantly with arms crossed over his chest. “You know, when you said your step-sister would be crashing with us for a while..”
“She’s not my step-sister.” Heeseung says threateningly, as if to dare his roommate to say that one more time and see what happens.
“Yeah yeah, whatever, your parents separated.” Jay waves him off, pointing a finger at his face. “But, not by law, I mean technically speaking..”
“She’s not.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, turning back to stir the syrup, half distracted by the taste of your scent still wrapped around his tongue. “It’s not a big deal, she has bad dreams sometimes.”
Jay hums for him to continue, pulling out a bowl of strawberries to cut up for the pancakes.
“Scenting calms her down.” Heeseung says just above a whisper, eyes shifting to the side to find Jay’s. “I know it’s not common, since we’re not even really siblings and all..”
‘You can’t scent her! Do you even understand what an Omega carrying your scent around implies?! And not just any Omega, but your step-sister!’
His father proceeded to slap him across the head, lecturing him on the proper etiquette between Alpha and Omegas alike, disappointment riddling his tired features the more he unleashed on him after finding the two of you cooped up in bed drenched in each other's scents. ‘What’s the point of paying so much for you to attend that ridiculously priced academy if they don’t even bother to teach you this!’
Flinching at the memory, he looks away, scooping out the cinnamon sticks from the pot of thickened liquid. “I can’t say no to her, alright?” He says finally, pleading for his friend to drop it.
Jay chuckles, grabbing three plates to help more. “Oh believe me, I’ve noticed that.”
Assorting the pancakes as Heeseung passes them over, he shrugs, that explanation seems reasonable enough..
“But..”
Heeseung sighs, shutting off the stove with an annoyed huff. “What? Spit it out.”
“I won’t lie, the way you treat her confuses me.” Jay says, sliding open a drawer to grab forks. “Like, if she told you to grab the moon for her, I have no doubt in my mind that you’d figure it out..”
Scoffing, Heeseung flips him off playfully. “Don’t be ridiculous, she’s—“
“Not your sister.” Jay interrupts with an evil smirk. “She’s just some girl you cater to like a pathetic dog? I’ve never seen you like that, with anyone.”
Heeseung’s glare intensifies, hating that he’s making you a cup of coffee exactly the way you like it as his friend points this out.
“Don’t get me wrong dude but,” Jay laughs, head shaking. “You even rushed out to buy her menstrual pads and heat suppressors last week. Aren’t you a bit embarrassed?! An unmated Alpha out in public purchasing that type of stuff is..”
“It’s not that big of a deal.”
“It is.” Jay clicks his tongue, reaching to smack the others shoulder. “This is the longest pussy drought I’ve seen you in, fuck man. I was actually excited for you when I thought you were getting some just now.”
“I have a lot going on right now, that’s all.” He shrugs, ignoring the way his dick twitches as if to disagree. “Haven’t even realized that it’s been awhile.”
“Dude, come on.” Jay grumbles, making a disgusted face as Heeseung decorates your stack of pancakes with a happy face. “You are literally her bitch boy.”
Heeseung lets out a fake laugh, middle finger lifted once again. “It’s not like that, she’s—“
“Not your sister.” Jay cuts him off again, leaning in to pat his back and whisper. “But you know what she is? Pussy repellant.”
Grabbing his plate he grumbles under his breath about not wanting to join the two of you over the disgusting breakfast you will surely have. “Not trying to ruin my meal with you cutting up her food and feeding her like some baby.”
Heeseung sighs, glancing back and forth from his plate of boring somewhat flat and crispy pancakes compared to the perfectly shaped golden fluffy ones on your plate. He really does prioritize you, maybe a bit too much..
“Mmm smells sooo good!” You say breaking through his thoughts, coming up behind him to loop around his waist and kiss the back of his shoulder. “Thank you Alpha, you always know what to do to make me feel better.”
Heeseung’s cheeks warm, patting your hands locked over his stomach. “Anything for you pup.”
