heeseung couldn't control himself after his shoots with sunghoon for d'icon, the boy just looked so adorable resting his head on his shoulder, so vulnerable, so edible and consequences be damned, he was going to take full advantage of this opportunity.
â when the deadline hit, your landlord gave you an option that made paying rent the least of your worries.
⚠࣪ Ë -> :Parings: (Landlord) Heeseung x reader.á -
⚠࣪ Ë -> :Genres: ( MDNI ),paying rent with your body, , necktie pulling, smut, everything is consensual , Spit-Trail Kiss, grown Adult romance ,(m) receiving and (f) receiving; ,freaky heeseung mentioned ,switch heeseung included , big d heeseung included , protection used , Landlord heeseung included , small age-gap included (2-4 years apart ) , Deep and husky / raspy voice heeseung included , he talks you through it , older heeseung included , Hickie's included , Pet names included (examples like : Sir, and ect ) , heeseung likes being called DADA, heeseung has man Tataâs , Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Deep Voice/Whispering, Encouragement, Financial Power Play, Broad shoulders heeseung , Paid In Kind, Contractual Relationship, Moral Ambiguity (Light), Evolving Power Dynamic, Overstimulated Submissive (M/F), Nipple Play (Male), Rough Kissing, Heavy Breathing, Collar Play, After care included, Internal Ejaculation, Visible Bulge Post-Ejaculation, , learning how to do your first blow job , riding the dih for the first time , experienced heeseung included , not fully experienced reader included , reader is (24 ) , heeseung / Evan is (28), creampie!, fingering and squirting included , if you squint closely size kink , pussy deprived eater included ,Both of them are consenting adults .
⚠࣪ Ë -> : sypnosis: The rent is late. Critically, impossibly late.You live in an apartment complex owned by the notorious Mr. Leeâor, as everyone knows him, Heeseung or Evanâand heâs finally come to collect. You expected an eviction notice. Instead, the older man with the deep, authoritative voice offers a different kind of payment plan: a strictly consensual, transactional arrangement where your body becomes the collateral for your debt. The deadline is past, the desperation is real, and the cost of keeping your home is becoming Heeseungâs most treasured tenant.
you thought you wanted a divorce, but letting go is starting to feel worse than waiting to be hurt again.
2.5k ⥠heavy dubcon (possible noncon), past infidelity (heeseung), coercion, misogyny, mention of: pregnancy, abortion (not for reader), financial abuse, legal proceedings, blood, analogies involving knife wounds, mention of readerâs hair being pulled, public sex in a bathroom, no(t much) prep, unprotected pinv, breeding kink, lots of âbabyâ, âpatheticâ.
â ď¸ fairyâs disclaimer: please note the tags. this is not intended to be romantic. reader is meant to be conflicted. could be read as noncon during certain parts. if you donât like, please donât read. âĄ
your eyelids feel puffy, swollen from the tears shed last night and the ones that you havenât let fall today. the mediation has gone on for nearly two hours already and noticing your distress, your legal team called for an early recess.
you never wanted it to come to this. thatâs what you continue thinking, as you pad out into the hallway that leads to the restrooms and the elevator back to the lobby. if youâre honest with yourself, where you stand now was purely inevitable. youâve sat in denial for years and today is merely the culmination of what feels like a lifetime of burying your head in the sand.
youâre trying to prioritize the rational components of your divorce like salvaging your financial independence, the house you made a home, any sense of dignity left in your weakened body. heeseung hasnât made it easy. you knew he wouldnât. if you thought heâd be an understanding, compassionate life partner, then you wouldnât have waited this long. you wouldnât have needed to involve lawyers.
despite trying to keep a level head, youâve been an emotional wreck. itâs understandable given the nature of the proceedings but it doesnât help that heeseung has never made anything easy for you. he knows exactly what buttons to push and as much as he became obsessed with figuring out which ones made you crack, you became addicted to breaking for him.
the buildingâs air conditioner is on too high for your comfort, shoulders hunching forward as you shiver. youâve been chewing skin off your lower lip since you got up, without even realizing. the taste of blood meets the tip of your tongue but itâs irrelevant to your senses. the air is stale and it stings in your nose when you breathe, sensitive from crying so much over the last few days.
you hear a door creak open, panic fluttering in your throat and your chest feels tight all of a sudden. you start towards the washroom, seeking privacy. you have an hour to compose yourself and you realize taking a few deep breaths in the hallway isnât going to be enough.
ârunning away again?â he calls for you and you know itâs him without having to turn your head. yet, you do. you spin around, stopping in your tracks. youâve been staring at him all morning, or rather, trying not to. yet without the conference table separating you, it feels different. the visceral ache in the pit of your stomach returns, nausea and longing so tightly intertwined that you canât tell the difference anymore.
you wish you didnât feel the urge to walk towards him but you know youâre not strong enough to run the other way. he makes the choice for you, like heâs always done, closing the distance with fewer steps than it wouldâve taken you. his palm cups your elbow with the exact amount of force someone would use on a wife who he knows isnât brave enough to draw attention to herself. heeseungâs other hand finds the nape of your neck, fingers curling as if to hold you there, but you both know different. you wonât try to flee.
âwhyâre you crying?â he purrs, shifting to cup your cheek instead, thumb swiping away a tear that slipped. a flaw in your poorly constructed armour. âthis doesnât have to change anything, baby, youâre still mine. just say the words, i can make this all go away.â he soothes, letting go of your elbow to grab your waist, his fingers sinking into the softness there.
you swallow a whimper, forearms pressed towards your chest and fists curled, resisting the urge to lean into him and reciprocate his touch. âyouâre not supposed to talk to meâŚâ you murmur. your legal team advised you against contacting your husband in any capacity, much less interacting with him directly. you shouldnât be alone with him, especially not like this.
the scent of his cologne wraps around you like a cage as he dips his head, nose brushing the curve of your cheek. your nerves feel like theyâre on fire. his grip on your waist tightens, his breath feels hot on the sensitive skin of your neck like heâs succeeding in crawling back under your skin. maybe he never left.
âwe donât have to talk,â he smirks against your neck, you can feel it, his firm chest colliding with the swell of your breasts as his hips press flush into yours. your nails dig into your own palms, squirming in his grasp because your desire to accept his touch is greater than your will to push him away. you hate yourself for it.
heeseungâs lips part, pressing an open mouthed kiss right below your ear. tingles race down your spine, face heating up as he does it again, dragging towards your jaw. âsee, weâre not talking.â he whispers into your mouth as he kisses you, slowly at first. his tongue swipes along your lower lip, the tang of your skin and the salt of his saliva merge. your stomach churns and your fingers spread out, palms splaying across his chest before sliding upwards to loop your arms around his neck.
your brain feels blank. the discomfort in your diaphragm melts into your lower abdomen as your fingers interlock behind his head, trapping yourself against him. when he pulls back for a moment, his exhale becomes your inhale as he tilts his head to connect your mouths again. âheeseungâŚâ you whimper. his tongue down your throat silences your protests briefly.
his hand glides from your waist to wrap around your back, holding you tighter against him. he shifts his feet, pushing you towards the wall so your back rests flush against it. his fingers tangle in your hair, the kiss growing hungrier as his teeth sink into your bottom lip. he grabs your thigh and lifts it slightly towards his hip, opening you up to him a fraction more. the hardness of his erection pressing into your core snaps you back to reality. pain, hurt, and a pinch of rational thought flood your mind, planting your palms against his chest and pushing hard. he barely budges.
âwe canât do this, hee, i canât do thisâ you protest, a surge of emotion rising in your throat as tears well in your eyes again. you want to, more than anything. you want him to hold you again, to cling to him and never let go but the knowledge of what he did rests heavy between you, the scales forever tipped in his favour.
his grip in your hair tightens, pain blooming where the strands pull tight and you wince audibly, eyes squeezing shut as your nose scrunches in response. âis this about her?â he barks like an accusation, as if heâs not the one responsible for âherâ.
âgod, you love punishing me.â he patronizes, eyes rolling and the disgusting flicker of annoyance that crosses his features reminds you who youâre dealing with. who you expected to treat you with love and respect, to uphold the vows he read off a page full of words he didnât write as your mind had wandered to the conversation youâd had with your parents the night before. a boy. not a man.
âsupposed to be mine..â you whisper, dark lashes drooping with moisture, unable to meet his gaze as you bare your deepest wound for him to see. itâs still fresh, still bleeding, and you donât trust he wonât stick the knife right back into it.
âwhat?â
your heart clenches. he knows, he just wants to hear you say it.
âs-supposedâŚâ your breath shudders, shamefully. âbe me.. you gave it to her.â
you canât say it. pregnant. your tongue canât form the word. it nauseates you. you barely knew her name, let alone who she was. seven digits, one paragraph. âjust thought you should know.â funds gone from your bank account. youâd been willing to look the other way. the money is heeseungâs, heâs the one who earned it, his name is on the statements. youâd nearly gotten it off your mind when the notification came through on your phone, every word following the previous making your pulse race higher and your heart sink lower.
heeseungâs nostrils flare he takes a slow, controlled breath as though heâs trying to contain his anger. a reaction he shouldnât be allowed to have, yet does, because if heâs denied something, that just makes him want it more. youâve already heard him plead his case. he said he did the ârightâ thing by sending her money for the procedure. he said heâs the one that convinced her. he said he didnât tell you because he didnât want to hurt you, that he hates the way she handled it. that you didnât deserve that.
âi know, baby.â he says, and it catches you off guard. youâre used to accusations, to threats, not wisps of validation buried in layers of manipulation and displaced blame. it tastes sour, but still, you swallow.
âit shouldâve been yours.
â
thereâs only the sound of heavy breathing and rustling clothes as heeseung pins you against the inside wall of the bathroom stall. his fingers find the fly of your trousers, undoing the top button first before dragging the zipper down fast.
the tips of his digits glide along the seam of your panties, grazing the heat of your folds hidden beneath. he groans against your neck, pressing firmer until his fingertips part your slickness. he circles your clit once, twice, applying more pressure until your breath shudders and what was left of your composure cracks.
âheeâŚâ you moan, eyelids fluttering as he dips lower to tease your velvet entrance.
âbaby⌠youâre so wet for meâŚâ he whispers in awe. you feel warmth rush to your face, squirming as he lowers the hand that was holding your waist to your hip. his grip tightens there, halting your movements as he pushes his middle finger just slightly into you.
even through the haze of your arousal, you remember why youâre here. not because you love heeseung, not because you need him more than anything, even though those both might be true. youâre here because he broke an oath, at least once that you can prove, and you found yourself unable to look past it. the wound too deep to heal on its own when he keeps opening it back up every time he looks at you.
âwe donât have time..â you mumble, reminding him that youâve been fooling around for who knows how long during a timed recess.
âyeah,â he grunts. âyouâre right.â this may be the first and only time youâll hear those words come out of your husbandâs mouth in that order. he flips you around so your breasts are flush with the stall. he shimmies your pants down further, attempting to part your thighs roughly with his palms but when thereâs too much resistance he yanks your bottoms down to your ankles.
âhee, wait- i-â your protests get caught in your throat as he pushes in, burying himself halfway. you cry out and he clamps a hand down over your mouth. his hips rock gently, easing himself in a little further before heâs able to finally bottom out. your muscles clench and burn, stretching wide to accommodate his size. your breathing is rapid against his palm, fingers curling against the thin wall as you press yourself against it tighter like youâre trying to escape his cock.
âstop acting like youâve never taken me before,â he grits out, tugging your hips back with one hand so your ass bumps against his pelvis. you sob into his palm. itâs been so long and heâs hitting so deep. your toys donât reach as far when youâre bundled in bed alone, trying to remember the times he made you feel this way and forget how he broke your heart. âyouâre always so dramatic, fuck, i canâtâŚâ
you imagine if he hadnât trailed off that he wouldâve said he canât stand you. youâre left unsure whether he knew well enough to bite his own tongue or was distracted by the way your inner walls tighten around his shaft as he thrusts in, withdrawing just to watch your pussy flutter like its afraid heâll leave it empty.
he begins to set a steady pace, shallow strokes that leave him panting and make your hips tilt instinctively backwards for more. âthatâs it, baby, you can take it,â every few thrusts he plunges deeper, your moans vibrating against his palm but when your cunt starts to pulse around him, he slows down again. you really hate him so much.
âdo you want it?â
youâre not sure what he means at first, mind going numb as he brings you towards the edge of release yet again just to deny you. heeseungâs nose nudges at your jawline, affectionate enough but you know him better than that.
âyeah, you want it, donât you?â his fingers find your swollen clit, stroking the bud just right to make your stomach clench and your knees wobble.
âhereâs what youâre gonna do,â he grits out between thrusts, hips slapping against your asscheeks obscenely. his rough, intentional movements grow sloppier with each pass of his cock through your pulsating channel. âgonna to walk back in there-â he muffles a groan into the nape of your neck, clearly holding himself back from reaching his peak just yet. âtell them⌠you made a mistake.â
you did make a mistake, you realize that now. you shouldâve held your ground out in the hallway, shouldâve never let him get you alone like this. you push back against him, his length hitting your sweet spot just right and it makes you mewl involuntarily. youâre ashamed but that doesnât mean you canât finish, too. you ignore his attempt at coercing you into changing your mind, your eyes falling closed as you focus on chasing your high.
âcome on, baby, we could be a family.â he murmurs against the shell of your ear as his fingers work quicker, coaxing your climax forth a little more before they dip below where you desperately need them again.
you donât remember why youâre fighting him anymore. your whole body yearns for what heâs been depriving you of, but you canât even name it. youâre not sure he can ever repair what heâs broken, but you donât think anyone else can either.
âo-okay,â you sob, reaching for his wrist to guide his hand back where you need. he obliges for a few brief strokes before he chooses to wrap his forearm around your waist instead, locking you in place as he fucks into you mercilessly.
âthatâs all you wanted?â heeseung snarls in your ear as he uses your tight cunt like youâre nothing more than a hole to him. âyouâre so fucking pathetic.â
his words should hurt, but they donât because heâs right. thatâs all you ever wanted.
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