pairing. snake hybrid heeseung x female bunny hybrid reader
genre. hybrid AU, dubcon/noncon elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), hybrid physician/gynecology specialist heeseung, explicit smut, M/F, one shot
warnings. profanity, medical terminology and malpractice, hybrid terminology, infertility discussion, snake venom use(comparable to hallucinogenics/aphrodisiacs), manipulation, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
“There’s a small problem, nothing to panic over. But Doctor Jack’s wife has gone into labor. He will not be able to treat you today.”
“B-but! Dr. Jack has been handling my special situation from the beginning! I can’t go through this without him.”
The sheep hybrid nurse sighs, fiddling with her white curled locks. “Listen, I know it seems scary but Dr. Lee is very skilled with Bunny’s! He’s studied your breed all of his time at one of the top Hybrid schools in all of the country!”
“Dr. Lee?? What? I’ve never met him before.” You fret, glancing around the office in a panic.
“He is a very close colleague of Dr. Jack’s, in fact they studied together! You see, it’s been a hectic week here at the facility and Doctor had to pull some strings to find this last minute coverage. That’s how much he cares about you as a patient!” She smiles much too large, nodding frantically. “Dr. Jack asked me to warn you ahead of time, due to Dr. Lee’s subgender..”
“What? Why? Is he not a hare? Why would Dr. Jack recommend a hybrid different of my own?!”
“Now now honey, he is a professional. Before hybrids we are professionals. Look at me! I’m half sheep and you have no complaints.” She sasses, propping a hand on her hip. “Dr. Lee is a lovely man, he’s a hit every time he covers for Dr. Jack!”
“What is he??” You frown, growing annoyed with how evasive she’s being.
Folding her hands over her stomach, her nose twitches. “King Cobra I believe is what he’s said before—“
“WHAT?! A SNAKE!” Getting up from the chair you’d been patiently waiting on, you reach for your overnight bag. “Absolutely not! Not even a prey breed! But a Goddamn snake!”
“Calm down!” She barks, pushing your shoulders to sit back down. “You know how hard Dr. Jack worked to squeeze an appointment in for you! Don’t be so ungrateful, he can’t control when his wife’s water breaks!”
“I can’t have a snake examining me! He’ll try to eat me!” You shout. Dragging your fingers roughly down your fluffed ears. “I—I refuse.”
“Dr. Jack has no open availability for the next 6 months. If you skip the appointment then we’ll have to keep you on fertility medication.”
“But it’s—it’s making me sick, I vomit every time I try to eat. And I feel nauseous all day, there’s nothing else I can try?” You plead, desperate to get out of this office.
“I can’t prescribe anything, only Dr. Lee can.. after examining you. Now, I know you haven’t experienced a first heat yet, and at your age this is a highly unusual occurrence. Dr. Jack has never seen a case as severe as yours..” she laments, frowning to one side. “Trust me when I say that Dr. Lee is an amazing man, and he’d never risk his license to eat a damn bunny hybrid.”
Tears well up in your eyes, slumping into the office chair you’ve spent many hours in before. Sharing your fears and worries.
What if you never find a mate? What if you’re not able to produce a kit? No buck hybrid would ever see you as worthy of pairing with if you can’t even birth him one child, let alone multiple..
“He won’t hurt you, Dr. Lee is nothing but a professional.” She rubs your shoulder. “He’s been waiting too long now.. your attitude is dragging this day on more than necessary.”
“Okay, I.. I’ll see him.”
“There there bunny, you should be proud of yourself.” Passing you a gown to change into, she nods. “Predator prejudice is such a dated mindset. I’m surprised someone in their 20s still behaves this way.”
Pft, you glare at her. Snatching the gown from her and blowing your ears away from your face. “I’ll send the Doctor in now, remember to be a nice bunny. You can put that on after the Doctors gone over your chart.”
Bowing out, she turns and leaves the room. The walls feel closer in the second she leaves. It had already taken you years to accept a Buck hybrid for a physician, but searching high and low for a Doe in your area had led you down empty roads. The chances of finding a female rabbit hybrid within a 50 mile radius of you seemed more impossible than finding a needle in a haystack.
And so you met with Dr. Jack when you were of age to begin experiencing your first heat. When the time never came, your mother encouraged you to seek help. Drilling into your head how important it is that you find a mate one day to grow old with, and that no respectable Buck would be interested in a barren host.
After postponing the use of medication for the past few years, you finally caved, at your wits end. The infertility meds hadn’t agreed with you, and landing this appointment had already taken months as is. None of the therapy sessions, heat inducing medication, diet changes, lifestyle changes, even the use of various tools for masturbation.. none had made a difference. Now you sit here in Dr. Jack’s office once again, hopeful and fearing.
A snake hybrid, a king cobra of all types. What in the world could Dr. Jack be thinking to associate with the likes of a ruthless predator of that caliber?! And why, why would he allow him to assist one of his most difficult patients!
The door creaks as it slowly moves open and a shiny pair of leather loafers step foot inside. The scent of him travels fast, smokey and herby, carrying traces of sage and bergamot. It’s the scent of a predator, lacking any softness, nothing similar to Dr. Jack’s warm cotton and dewy flower field aroma.
Without lifting your head to look at him, you watch as his legs walk past you rounding the desk in front of you. The slacks he wears have no wrinkle in sight, lined and ironed to a crisp. His lab coat cinches at his trim waist, widening up his broad upper back and shoulders, and his hair.. his full thick head of hair hides any indication of scales, tapering off into his collared shirt. From the back he seems almost.. harmless, attractive even. Exactly as a predator would love to be perceived by a prey..
Blinking, you watch from underneath your eyelashes as he sits in Dr. Jack’s chair, smiling tight-lipped to not show his teeth. He’s trying to not scare you, opening his large glossy eyes wide and full to appear less intimidating.
“It’s so lovely to meet you! Thank you for allowing me to conduct your visit with us today.” He continues to softly smile. Gathering the folder set out for him, he begins to dive into your personal information.
“You don’t work here..” you grumble. Tugging the end of one of your eyes into your mouth to suck on. An anxious habit, no matter how embarrassing it is to do at your age. The equivalent of a human sucking on their thumb, really.
“I often cover for Dr. Jack.” He corrects you, eyebrows furrowing as he reads over your file. “Would rather hear from you than read over all of this medical terminology. So, what seems to be the problem with the fertility medication you’ve been prescribed?”
“Can’t you just read my file?” You mumble, looking away. The tip of your ear now covered with drool, matting your fur down. “Dr. Jack had me log my symptoms everyday in the hybrid app portal.”
“Ah, I see I see.” Shoving his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He turns toward the computer perched on the corner of the desk. Logging in and filling out your information to pull up your logs. “Throwing up, lack of sleep, nausea. Hmm.”
“I can’t take these pills anymore, they make me feel awful.” Alternating to your other ear, you suck at your fur more aggressively. Growing more exhausted by the second of his strong scent that sets off your fight or flight instinct. Filling your mind with urgency to leave, get yourself as far away as possible from danger.
“There is really no need for you to be so nervous.” He speaks softly without tearing his eyes away from the computer screen. Dark snake eyes obviously hidden under a pair of gray contacts to soften his appearance.
“Do you always hide your scales?” You brazenly ask. Noticing how well his button up sits against his throat leaving none of the sides or back of his neck visible. And the gloves he wears.. white gloves, obviously to conceal whatever scales may cover his hand.
Dr. Lee’s cheek dimples with a smile, continuing to keep his lips sealed shut. He turns to look at you, folding his hands beneath his chin. “No. Nurse Chops was gracious enough to warn me of your concerns before I entered. I figured I could ease your anxiety if I covered up a bit.”
“W-why would you want to work with prey hybrids? Aren’t you worried that you’ll—“
“I was raised by preys, a pack of deer hybrids in fact. Have never attacked or hunted any type of prey. You know, your environment really does alter the outcome of your beliefs and mindset. I’ve always wanted to help the preys, learn to coexist.” He informs you. Slowly opening his mouth up wider to reveal his set of fangs. Sharp and long, pearly white as if they’ve never been tainted with blood.
Deer?? How could deer possibly take in a King Cobra..
“My mother and father were hunted, human hunters from what I was told. I had been tucked away in my nest when the deer hybrids stumbled upon me..” picking up on your apprehension he continues to overshare. “Perhaps if you know more about me, this will feel easier. We have a lot of tests to run today.”
“You studied prey to help us?” You question wearily, releasing your ear from your mouth.
“To help all of us. Our kinds, hybrids, we’re constantly being exploited, hunted, killed. For the better of all of our breeds, we need to help each other.” He firmly nods, smiling with teeth. His contacts shift as he blinks, peaks of yellow iris appearing behind his glasses. His gloved hands rest on the desk, and broad shoulders stand pronounced even while sat down.
The realization that minutes have passed without being attacked begins to settle. You sit up, smoothing down your ears, reaching for the gown on your lap to clutch at. “How can you help me? What do you know about bunny infertility?”
Dr. Lee’s gaze drags down your body for a flash of a second. Returning to your petrified face. “I have quite a bit of experience with rabbit and bunny hybrids. Men and women in fact, some may say your breed is my specialty.”
Saliva drips from his teeth, sealing his mouth shut with a smile. He discreetly swallows, stealing another look at your crossed ankles. Your small hands trembling and pinching the hospital gown material in your lap.
Of all the Doe’s he’s ever encountered, you sure are the prettiest. His tongue only salivates more as his gaze returns to your face, you pouty lips and button nose. Fluffy ears flattened against your head as you appear deep in thought.
“What do you think then Doctor? Am I a hopeless cause?” You ask in a whiny tone. Bottom lip jutting out so sadly. He has to grip his thighs together to stop a rush of blood from reaching the area between his thighs too fast. You seemed much more difficult at first, a challenge, he can’t stand a challenge.
“Not at all, bunny.” He smiles again. His sharp teeth even seem less frightening beneath his sparkling eyes and overall handsome features. “From what I have read here, Dr. Jack has instructed me to thoroughly examine you today.”
“Should I change now Dr. Lee?” You ask quietly, lifting the gown to your chest.
“Call me Heeseung, if that’s okay with you bunny. We’re going to be working very closely today, I want you to feel as comfortable with me as you can.” Adjusting his glasses, he stands up and moves around the desk. Sitting perched on the edge with his legs crossing at his ankles in front of you. “Why don’t you go behind that curtain there and get changed, we’ll get you set up on the examination chair.”
Nerves continue to skyrocket through your body even after shutting the curtain. The last view of Dr. Lee.. or Heeseung as he informed you, left you gasping for air. His broad frame turned away from you, his back muscles shifting and flexing under his shirt as he removed his lab coat.
Dr. Jack’s office always maintained a cool temperature, too cold at times even. Keeping his private sectors of work space and examination room connected added to the extra high co-pays his clinic charges. The vials, test tubes, and various medications organized in the room required light and cool temperatures. He explained once as you shivered on the examination table, eyes jumping around the room nervously.
“Knock knock?” Dr. Lee calls from the other side of the drape. His expensive leather shoes tapping against the linoleum floor.
“Yes, uhm, ready.”
Hardly ready as the drape drags open, the rings attaching to the ceiling clink together and he smiles with no teeth. Now changed into a large cover up, he remains covered up from neck down to his hands. “Let’s check your vitals first, shall we?”
That’s normal, exactly how Dr. Jack begins. Taking a magnified look inside of your ears, your throat, checking your reflexes with a knock against your knee.
It’s only when he begins to reach inside of the back of your hospital gown that you freak out. Breathing faster, digging your fingers into the cushion of the table beneath you. The metal of his stethoscope presses against your upper back, shivering through your skin.
“Go ahead and take a deep breath.” He whispers by your ear, listening to your rapid beating heart. “You’re very nervous, aren’t you?”
Pressing his free palm to your chest, he breathes in deep for you to follow him. Slowly dragging the air out of his nostrils, he nods and moves the stethoscope around to listen again. “Your hearts beating so fast, I must really make you uncomfortable.”
“N-no, it’s not that..” you shudder. Stomach swooping this close to him, his cheek nearly brushing against yours.
“I understand.” Another soft and reassuring smile fails to soothe your fear. He shuts your gown, taking down notes. “Everything seems normal, I’ll have you lay back now.”
Dr. Jack’s never gotten this far in your physical exams. That’s why today was so important to you, and now a snake hybrid.. ugh. Cursing to yourself you shift to press your back against the table, staring at the stirrups with fear. “Should I put my legs here?”
“I’ll help you.” He nods, sitting down on a rolling seat. The snap of vinyl gloves jerking you to look up. Too distracted by your position to notice that he swapped them out. “According to your files, you’ve not experienced your first heat yet?”
“Yes, Doctor..” you swallow. Forced into a seated position as he adjusts the table. Grabbing one of your ankles to place in a stirrup.
“Heeseung.” He grins, setting your other leg into place. “That’s highly unusual for a Doe of your age.”
“I’ve been told.” You mutter annoyed. Only having heard numerous times how odd it is.
“Do you produce slick?” He asks, relaxed as if this is his job. Because it is, and you have to remind yourself every 5 seconds that this attractive snake hybrid is just doing his job.
“I.. no, I don’t believe I do.”
Without glancing at you once, he continues to scribble down notes. Turning away to open up a cabinet. “I’ll be using lubricant to open you up.”
“Open me up?! What do you mean??” You stiffen, wide-eyed. He turns back to face you, setting down a bottle of clear thick fluid on a tray next to him.
“For the examination, you scheduled this appointment as a gyno visit.” He states, as if it should be obvious. Once again making you realize how weird you’re being.
This. is. his. job.
“Righ, uhm. That’s what Dr. Jack originally had recommended for me.”
“Are you sexually active?” Picking up his clipboard once again, he checks off different boxes.
“Not at the moment.”
“But you have been?”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Have your sexual experiences been painful?”
“Wh-what?”
Heeseung raises his eyebrows, peering up at you. “Without producing slick I’d assume vaginal penetration wasn’t very pleasant?”
“Oh, uhm.” Shrugging, you nod. “Hurt a little, I guess.”
“Was your partner large?”
His question makes your head feel fuzzy, chest itchy, having to look away from him before you can muster up an answer. “Not really.”
“How big would you say? 5 inches? Was he fully hard.”
“Uhm, I don’t remember. It’s been a few months.” You whisper, reaching to play with your fingers. “We used lube.”
“And it still hurt? Was that your first time?” His head tilts, eyes squinting.
“No Doctor..”
Heeseung hums, adding extra notes. “And still no heat.. highly peculiar. I’m going to have to open you up and see if something could be blocking the passageway for your slick. It’s highly uncommon but I have read of hybrids with an extra flesh of muscle, tightens up the cervix.”
“Like.. inside?” You asked through clenched teeth. Knowing better than to ask a professional gynecologist such a stupid question. Sighing and shutting your eyes, you try to relax, nodding. “Okay.”
“Do you need to use the restroom before we get started?” The sound of antibacterial soap squishes between his gloved fingers. Dry off with a paper towel before turning back around.
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t worry about needing to pee if you can’t control your bladder. It’s quite common to orgasm or release fluid while being examined.” He smiles too nicely. Dragging himself closer between your parted legs. His hands reach for the end of your gown, folding it up. Shooting your eyes open to stare at the brightly lit ceiling, you can only hope he can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest at a manic pace.
“Do you not grow hair?” He asks, bending in closer.
“Huh?!”
“You have no hair.” He says flatly. Glove hands landing softly on your inner thighs. “Or did you remove the hair yourself?”
“Oh, I.. I did it.” You speak shyly, wishing you could cover your face. It’s nothing to be embarrassed of and you know that, but you can’t stop yourself from feeling overwhelmed. The Doctor’s hands feel large and warm on your inner thighs even through the material of his vinyl gloves. Knowing you’re fully exposed to him awakens a sensation of heat in your stomach, clenching your eyes shut to ignore it.
“Do you orgasm, bunny?” Dr. Lee’s tone deepens, huskier. Clearing his throat as he softly pets the soft skin lining your thighs.
“N-no, I’ve tried. I don’t know, I-I think I’m broken Doctor.” You can’t stop a whimper from ending your sentence. Biting down on your lip, you try to not breathe through your nose. His smells stronger now, all around you, dizzying even.
“You’re not broken bunny..” he practically coo’s. Smiling from ear to ear, he sucks in a deep breath through his nose. “And I’m going to take care of everything for you, don’t you worry those pretty fluffy ears.”
The closer his fingers trail to your outer folds, the more you struggle to not squirm. Clutching your hands together to stop your hips from rising. His slicked fingers drag down the smooth skin covering your vulva, slowly stroking up and down to coat all of your core with lube. “Gosh, you’re really pretty everywhere bunny..”
“Doctor.. I feel..” squinting your eyes open at the lights over your head, you have to shut them closed immediately. The blur above you, spinning the texture of the wall in your line of sight.
“Relax relax,” he hushes you, pushing your vulva spread open with his thumbs. The sounds of a hiss follows, sucking at the backs of his teeth. “My my my bunny, you are lovely. I was really hoping for a virgin, but you’re so tight.” He whistles, licking across his sharp fangs as he inspects your clenched hole. An unusually dry sight of flesh.
“My head.. I can’t keep m-my eyes open.”
“My scents too powerful for a small little prey like you.” He smirks, pulling your labia folds apart. “I’m going to need to open you up really good before we can complete this examination.”
Powerful is an understatement, the more turned on he grows, the more his aroma weakens you. Limp and glued to the table, you struggle to keep your eyes halfway open. “W-will it hurt?”
“No baby, I’d never hurt you.” Dragging the split end of his tongue across his upper lip, he begins to smear lube between your folds. Skirting his digits across your clit, all but missing your entrance that stays locked up tight. “Dr. Lee’s going to make you feel so good.”
The burning itch in your stomach rides up to your chest, breathing out heavier and faster. He works at massaging and caressing your labia, gently stroking the flesh around your clit. “Have to get you nice and wet first, wet enough to open up this pussy.”
“I feel weird, Doctor.” You pant fearfully, shutting your eyes to relieve yourself of the bright lights. “Hot.”
“That’s good darling, that’s a great sign. You let Dr. Lee handle this, I’ll have you pissing out an orgasm across this floor in no time.” Sweat lines his brow as he begins to build up speed with ease. Tracing his digits between your lubricated folds until they begin to swell with blood. A pleased click of his tongue resounds and he pinches your clit between two of his fingers. Slowly rubbing your cunt with one hand as he begins to work on your bundle of nerves, hitting each one with his soft expert motions.
“Dr. Lee! T-that feels—different!” You croon, legs shaking.
Sucking at his bottom lip, he can’t break his focus away from stimulating your clit. Holding your folds apart to watch your hole for even a small sign of opening up. He pinches and massages, working your hardened nub from side to side until you finally relax. “Fuck.” He whispers, hungrily licking at his mouth. “I’m going to stretch you out now.”
“Wh-what??” You ask almost deliriously. Had he not already started?!
The tip of his finger presses to your budding entrance. Lightly applying pressure to see if you’ll give and let him in. Success shouts in his mind as he glides in to his first knuckle, only one finger but it’s enough to make his head spin. Cocks aching inside of the confines of his snug fitted slacks. He has to bite down on his teeth to stop himself from yelling out at the way your cunt sucks around just the tip of one of his digits.
“Relax for me.” Shoving his free hand higher, he presses against your stomach just beneath your navel. Adding the weight of his thick palm to keep your lower back in place as he begins to glide the rest of his digit inside of you. There’s no way you’ll be able to take one of his cocks like this, let alone two.
Glancing over his shoulder at the tray by his side, he eyes the shiny dilator he set out. A little extra help won’t hurt. “You’re so tight, bunny.” He has to mention it again. Growing frustrated and hornier by the second. His finger fully fits inside of you, experimentally pressing against your soft warm walls. “I’m going to have to dilate you.”
“Dr. Lee, please..” you sigh, head spinning. The scent of bergamot burning through each of your senses. The taste of a snake hybrid seeping down your throat.
Freeing his finger, he picks up the tool to prepare it. Using nearly half of the bottle of lube to cover his hands and the dilator, he turns back to observe your cunt. Gleaming shiny and swelled up, perfect for taking cock.
“This won’t hurt if you just relax, bunny. Listen to what I say, alright?” The tip of the dilator eases inside of you without a problem. Thinner than the Doctor’s finger, if not the same size. He sucks in wet breath, relieving his tongue of the saliva that won’t stop pooling. “Good job, so proud of you bun. You’re making Dr. Lee soo happy.” A more sadistic smile stretches the bottom half of his face. Pushing the devices button to expand inside of you.
The push against your insides has you arching up with a shout, clutching onto the sides of the table. “N-no! Pull it o-out!” You cry. Toes pointing out stiffly, unable to remove your legs from the stirrups keeping you held in place. “Heeseung!”
“Come on bunny, don’t let me down now.” He says gruffly, bending closer to look inside of you with the dilator now fully expanded. The sound of a ragged breath covered in saliva emits from beneath your gown. And the Doctor's broad shoulders shake, reaching two of his digits inside of the tool to measure how open you are.
“Please Dr. Lee! Please take it o-out!” You beg again, full on crying now. No amount of lube could have prepared you for the stretch of the dilator, not after only one finger to prep you. Jerking your hips up shoots a tinge of pain up your spine, falling back down with a wail. “Please!”
Grunting as he squeezes a third finger inside, Heeseung drags his tongue across his mouth. Pushing back and snapping off his gloves. He shoots up from the chair to grab your neck, baring his teeth. “Bunny.” He bites out, the collar of his shirt loosened and unbuttoned. Silver and black scales on display lining the sides of his throat. “What happened to my good and well behaved little prey? Have you gained confidence that I won’t eat you alive so easily?”
Ripping off his glasses, he tosses them aside, blinking away the gray contacts hiding his viscous serpent eyes. “Now, we can continue to play nice,” squeezing your neck, he drags the back of his scaled hand down your soft cheek. “Or we can play my way.”
Innate and instinctive alarm to protect yourself goes off, throwing your head back to scream. “Help!! HELP!!”
Dr. Lee rolls his eyes, slapping his heavy palm over your mouth. “Fine. I gave you a choice.”
His yellow iris expands, taking over the whites of his eyes. Unleashing his sharp fangs, his long split tongue snaps and slithers before your face. Cracking akin to a whip to instill how threatening he is to your existence. Tears drip out onto his hand, screaming and shoving at his chest. The snake hybrid dominates without effort, keeping your neck held down effortlessly as he grabs your jaw and forces your mouth open.
Thick wads of what appears to be saliva dribbles and rolls off the tips of his tongue into your mouth. Incinerating your flesh the second it meets your lips and continues to pour out filling your mouth up.
Poison. Fucking snake venom.
The burning hits your throat, scolding hot, acidic, leaving numbness behind. The last thought you’re able to process before the venom seeps into your veins is death. Death at the hands of a predator that outsmarted you, tale as old as time. The predator trapping the stupid bunny hybrid, feeding off of you as no more than a snack.
Lavving at his lips, he smiles and pats your cheeks. Panting for breath as he takes in your blissed out drugged expression. “Now, where were we, bunny?”
Quietly humming, he releases the dilator, whistling at the way your cunt gapes now. “Let’s get back to business, shall we darling?” He unties your hospital gown, throwing it aside to reveal your breast. Sucking at his teeth and cupping them, he nods to himself. “Such a shame, such a gorgeous prey, and you’ve never known the joys of cumming on a cock.” Biting on one of your nipples, he works on licking and sucking until it rubs stiffly against the roof of his mouth. Alternate to the other after some minutes. “You can trust that Dr. Lee has a 100% success rate.”
Standing before you, he throws off his cover up, slowly unbuttoning his top to show off his built chest and shoulders. “I saw the way you were looking at me bunny, you prey are all the same. So helpless and pitiful, but still desperate to be loved and taken.”
“D-doctor..” you say, out of body. Floating on a cloud, reaching forward to grab his bare chest for something to hold on to, fearing now that you may fly away.
“My sweet delicate bunny.” He grins arrogantly, lifting your hands up to his mouth. Dragging his forked tongue between your fingers, kissing at your knuckles. “Let me take care of everything.”
Pushing you to lay back again, he smooths your hair out of your face. Softly dragging his fingers through your ears. “Love how fluffy you are.”
Dr. Lee’s hands travel down your shoulders, chest, pinching your breast on the way down past your waist and stomach. He smooths over your hips, cupping and squeezing, lowering his palms to your outer thighs. “Bet your bunny tails frantically twitching, so excited.”
“Nnnghh..” you drowsily groan, dropping your head to watch him move to your side and cup your cunt. His other hand returning to the bottom of your stomach.
“Nice and relaxed, pretty.” Gliding his digits between your lubricated folds, he taps at your entrance. Teasing and circling around your hole fluttering under his fingertips. “That’s it.”
Easing three of his digits inside of you, he begins to thrust inside of your pussy with less tenacity. Less worried about any pain you could feel with his venom racing through your veins. He pumps his fingers in and out of you with no goal other than to feel your cunt clamp around him. To pour a mess of arousal out onto this hospital floor. “Come on.” Gritting his teeth, he turns to watch your awestruck face. Panting weakly, eyes rolling up and back to look at him. The silent desperation to break through that roadblock that’s been in your way. To bring down all of your fears and inhibitions, every insecurity.
God he wants to fuck you, to ruin your pussy and mind. Leave you so damaged that no other hybrid will ever be enough.
There’s no prey in the world Heeseung’s ever come across that he can’t fuck and destroy. More determined to take you to an ultimate high given your special case, disorder, whatever the fuck it may be. “Still so tight.” He licks at his lips, thirsty for a taste.
That same rapid fire of heat exploding from your stomach hits the surface and boils over. Tipping your head back to let out a moan, you feel blinded by the white lights above, the cold heat melting down your face. And for the first time the release you’ve seeked for years finally hits. Thick fingers jab at your cervix, pushing roughly against a spongy spot inside of you over and over again. Wetness trickles out and Heeseung’s eyes burst open wide in awe.
“D-doctor! Oh m-my God!” You cry. Dropping your mouth in silent disbelief. His hand shoves down from your stomach, slapping at your clit.
“Let it go baby, let it all go.” He grunts, forearm jerking madly. “Fucking dripping.”
Everything you’ve dreamt of since starting this journey dissolves, freeing your body of tension and worry. A coil breaks free from your gut, pushing up past your chest and you scream out in pleasure. Toes curling as your hips shoot up and slick flies out around the Doctor’s fingers.
“Ahh!” The pleasures too much, sucking your stomach in as you collapse. Shaking your head from side to side and Heeseung doesn’t let up. Pressing his bicep onto your stomach he lodges you in place, continuing to fuck your cunt open until every last drop of your orgasm drenches his shirt and leaves the floor freshly mopped over.
It’s as if a sprinkler has set off inside of you, and Dr. Lee couldn’t be more proud. Smiling large and maniacally as he retracts his fingers and pats your cunt lovingly. “I knew my bunny could do it.”
“D-doctor, I feel.. f-feel,” you stutter, lips trembling. “Hot.”
“That’s your heat my love. You’re ready to be properly bred and mated now.” Unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, he wipes off his arms and chest of sweat and slick, throwing the soaked garment aside before turning to his seat to roll between your thighs. “You’ve opened up quite nicely.”
The venom shouldn’t numb you for too long, no longer than 15 minutes. Just enough to get you to this point of pleasure, too struck by each new sensation and feeling to fully understand how wrong this is. That no doctor should ever behave this way with a patient.
“My h-heat?” You ask, sounding hopeful. Pouty with your tear stained cheeks and wide shining eyes. Your eyebrows twist together as you look down at him, full of concern. “I’m in heat?”
Licking at his now very plump and pink lips, he eagerly nods. Laying his palms on your upper thighs to knead and squeeze at. “Highly common for bunny hybrids to experience their first heat during a prey attack. You see, fear and pleasure go hand in hand. You Doe’s love to play the victim especially, bouncing around with your little fluffed tails taunting us..”
He hoists your hips up higher suddenly, sliding one of his hands beneath your ass to tweak and ruffle the ball of fur at the top of your perky buttcheeks. “I need to taste you to make sure nothing’s wrong with your slick now.”
“T-taste?” You flinch. Shivering from your tail up your spine. Dragging your gaze across Dr. Lee’s blushing cheeks, his sweat slickened skin, and his hung open mouth. The tips of his tongue slithering between his teeth as he watches you.
“It’s been too long now for you to go through your first heat, we must take every precaution.” He convinces you, chin tilted in as he gazes upon your frightened face. The thrill of the hunt and control over your mind tickles through his cock. Twitching inside of his slacks again as a reminder to hurry the hell up. “No Hare will mate a rotted Doe.”
Lifting your hands to your face to bite your nails, you nod and agree for him to do whatever examinations he needs to. Anything to ensure you’re not some defunct hybrid, that you are worthy of being mated..
“This won’t hurt one bit.” His tongue flickers out, igniting that same heat in your stomach from before. Now more intense as you really take the time to look over the scales adorning Dr. Lee’s biceps, partially trailing over his collarbone and chest. His tight stomach rising and flexing with each ragged breath he takes. The way his pants cling to his thighs like a second skin in his seated position. A large bulge suffocating right in the middle between his hips.
Lowering his nose to your mound, he slowly drags the tip across while keeping his eyes directed upwards to watch you. His long tongue dragging down between your folds. Slowly slithering between as he groans against your cunt and sends vibrations through your lower half.
“H-how do I taste?” You ask curiously. Hypnotized by his thin sharp black iris.
The sound of metal clinking distracts you for a second as he releases your legs from the stirrups. Hooking under your knees to throw them onto his shoulders, he pushes forward and thrusts the tip of his tongue at your entrance. Pulling back to lick across his glistening lips and slicked coated chin.
“Tastes like dinner.” He winks. Setting off your worry once again before diving in. Long tongue wriggling through your clamped hole, lapping at the sides as he sinks in deep.
“D-doctor!..”
The length of his tongue reaches deep inside past your inner walls. Flicking the tips against your cervix as he begins to collect venom at the back of his throat to coat the inside of your cunt with. Mimicking an aphrodisiac to heighten your sex drive, making you more than desperate for cock. Knowing your head will clear up soon, he has to take extra measures to keep you drunk for his cocks.
Slurping the slick that dollops onto his bottom lip, he pulls back to gently trace between your folds. Slowly building up to firmer licks, running right over your swollen bud. “A-ahh, Dr. L-lee!” You puff breathily. The heat squeezing in your belly, tensing through your limbs.
“Come on bunny, call me Heeseung.” Slowly licking across his lips, he glances up at you. His heavy gaze full of darkness and sin. “Wanna hear you moaning and screaming my name.”
“H-heeseung.” You nod quickly. Breathing hard enough for your breasts to rise and fall rapidly.
“Feeling good?” Pursing his lips together, he kisses up your inner thighs. Never shifting his heated gaze away from yours. Latching his mouth back onto your clit, he keeps his intense gaze on your weakened one. Sucking one of his fingers inside of his mouth, he spits out more venom. Popping it free to circle over your wrinkled little rim.
“Heeseung!” You jolt up. Clutching onto the table's arm rests. “Th-that’s my—“
“Need to open you up here too bunny.” Kissing your swollen clit, he drags his puffy lips down. Sucking at your hole as his finger teases your rim. Lathering his venom around to relax your muscles. “Have to make sure nothings wrong down here.”
“In m-my—“
“Your pretty little asshole.” He says shamelessly. Slurping the slick mixed with his venom from your hole. Dipping his sporked tongue in and out over and over again as he teases your rim. The tip of his finger pushing down on your taut wrinkled skin, allowing himself to dip in just past his fingernail.
Wrinkling your face together, you try to nod. Convinced that the Doctor only has your best interest in mind. The odd discomfort between your buttcheeks fades away, falling to the pleasure building inside of you. The smooth wetness of his long tongue, how it flicks and tickles inside of you. His chilling gaze, keeping you on the edge of fear and desire. The combination lifts your hips from the table, softly rutting your clit against his tongue as he returns to wrap around your bundle of nerves.
“H-hee—“ moaning raggedly, you grip onto the chair's arms harder. Digging your nails in as he ruthlessly sucks, sneaking his digit inside of your asshole as pleasure takes over your face. Eyes rolled back leaving nothing but whites behind, mouth hung open panting and shaking.
“Yeah.” He blows across your wet cunt. Finger curling up inside of your extra tight hole, suctioning wet and hot around his digit. “Let go bunny, stop holding yourself back.” He soothers, returning to work on your clit as he squeezes in another finger.
“Ah!” Reaching down to scratch your fingers through his hair, you grasp tightly. Yanking tufts between your hands through his fervent licks. Heeseung slides his tongue all the way back in, using his other hand to rub your clit as he wiggles through. Waving his tongue against your wall, he thrusts inside of your ass simultaneously. All of it too much, racing you to the brink of over sensitivity.
Let go.
Stop holding yourself back.
The replay of his raspy voice melds into the wet sounds gushing from your core. Thighs shaking around his head as you scream out and roughly pull at his scalp. He sucks and laps at all of your squirting slick, jabbing his fingers inside of your ass faster and harder. His face drenched in your release, and still dragging his tongue through your sensitive folds.
“D-doc—Heeseung! Please no! H-hurts! S’too much!” You whine, pulling at his hair with all of the energy you have left. Body drained of life from your orgasm, like a pool of jelly as you struggle to tighten your fists.
Lapping your pussy clean, he grunts, lifting his intense piercing eyes back to yours. “You’re fucking delectable, darling. I could really eat you up.”
Shining his fangs at you, his tongue drags across them, popping his fingers out of your ass to suck on. Gliding up and down each one slowly as he moans and watches your distraught overstimulated gaze. Drawn into his hypnotic scent, dangerous words, alluring aura.
If this is the way you die, you can’t help to think it’s one hell of a way to go..
“A little more,” he mutters, shoving your thighs open to set you back on the stirrups. “Stay just like that bunny.” Cupping your hips, he aims your asshole up higher. Still so small and shyly wrinkled up beneath your swollen pussy, making him salivate as he lowers his face and drags his nose across your rim.
“Nnghh.. noo, d-don’t, not there.” You mewl, turning your face away while still watching his every move from the corner of your eye.
Adding more spit and venom, he glides three digits inside with a bit of struggle. Gritting his teeth imagining one of his cock in place of his fingers. There’s no way any of those tiny dick useless Hare’s you’ve fucked before have ever been in here. “You’re really doing so good, can’t be more proud of you right now.” He says roughly, his voice more strained. Hissing as he uses his strength to push his fingers apart inside of you. “F-fuck, bunny.”
His soft words and the sensual feeling coming from his fingers has your head spinning. This shouldn’t feel so good, right? Why does it feel so good? You can’t stop yourself from moaning, bringing your hand to your both to bite on your palm. You croon, lower back arching, riding on the size of his digits stretched apart inside of your ass.
“You like it deep.” He hums throatily. Eyes growing wide as he focuses on your rim opening up for him, dropping another wad of spit inside. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
Heeseung’s tongue creeps between his fingers, furrowing his eyebrows as he dips in for a taste. Your cunt couldn’t have been sweeter, but your ass, assuming you’re still untouched.. it’s damn near holy. Spurting saliva around his tongue as he drags in and out like a mad man, desperate to feel your insides one way or another. His predatory instinct screams to take a bite, sink his teeth into the meaty flesh of your ass. Lashing his tongue at the inside of your asshole, he pulls free and shouts. “Need to be inside of you right now.”
Sweat accumulates on your chest despite the cool temperature, throttled into your first heat with the assistance of snake venom, you can’t comprehend most of what the Doctor’s been mumbling. Going on and on about how delicious your slick is, how tight you’ll squeeze his cocks.
Cocks being the keyword you should really catch onto. “Dr. Lee, I feel d-dizzy.” Rubbing over your face, you brush down to your chest. Palming across your hardened nipples back and forth. “And hot, all over. Especially here.”
Reaching between your thighs, you smooth down past your mound. Hissing as you rubs over your clit, still hard and inflamed with blood.
“Does it hurt?” He asks coyly, knowing full well you’ve lost yourself to your own primal instincts. Craving to be filled with something, even if you continue to have any doubts. “Does it hurt? My sweet bunny.” He coo’s, placing his hand over yours. The heat radiating off of your body melting his skin. “Do you need me to make you feel better?”
“Please.. please, h-help me..”
Heeseung can taste the venom dripping from his fangs, fighting himself to not roll his eyes every time you beg for his help. God if only you could see how helpless you are, how pathetic and easy to capture you are. Handing yourself over to your predator on a fucking silver platter, you’re the best type of hybrid, his favorite.
“I’ll do more than that.” He mumbles quietly under his breath, locking your legs back into the stirrups. Taking a step back, he finally unbuckles his belt, sighing as he unzips his slacks and his cocks can breathe at last. Sticky and hot inside of his boxers where precum had leaked onto every once dry area. “This shouldn’t hurt too much, bunny. One last exam to make sure you’re ready to be mated..”
Dr. Lee’s chest and stomach muscles flex as he works to discard his bottoms. His veiny hands moving slowly, squeezing his eyes shut and tucking in his lip as he peels away his boxers. The sight of his fully bare figure jolts something inside of your stomach. Squeezing out a wad of slick that drips onto the floor, you whimper and shake your legs to get out of the chair. “D-doctor! No!”
Dropping and kicking off his boxers with a groan, he grabs onto his shafts using both hands. The sight before you is absolutely obscene, horrifying even. Thick hands circle and stroke his cocks, dropping his head back and grunting. “One last test, then you’ll be all done with this.”
Dr. Lee eyes you dripping hole, slick dribbling down past your rim onto the floor. Pouring down like rain droplets as they land in a puddle beneath your ass. He growls, reaching for your hips to haul your lower half almost off of the edge of the table, setting you into the perfect position.
“A-ah! Doctor!” The vinyl material of the examination chair burns against your skin. Sticking to you the more you sweat. Peering at his face nervously, your shaking hands reach out to grab onto something, his chest, shoulders. Anything to assure you that this is real, a snake hybrid stands before you fully nude; tracing his eyes down your body to the heated flesh between your legs.
Tugging on his cocks a few more times, he grits his teeth. Lowering his nose to your scent gland, his nostrils drag up and down, emitting more of his smokey scent to calm you. Tempted to bite you, leave some type of mark along your delicate throat, he nips at your skin. Lapping the sore area before you can complain. “Tastes so good everywhere, don’t you bunny.”
Lining his lengths up to your holes, he licks up your jaw to your ear. Kissing and mumbling sweet words to calm your choked staggered breaths. “Don’t forget, you’re made for this.”
Nothing could have prepared you for the first prod of his tips pushing against your holes. No amount of stretching you, licking you, fucking you with his tongue and fingers. The Doctor’s thick width burns as his cockheads press forward to penetrate past your tight holes. None of the Hare’s you’d been with in the past could compare to even half of one of his dicks, let alone two.
A string of curses drips from his mouth, huffing against your cheek as he presses his forehead to yours. “Open up for me darling, let me in. Be a good bunny.”
Continuing to slowly push himself inside of you, he watches the tears slowly pour from your pure harmless eyes. So soft and sweet, gentle. Your fluffy ears framing your face so innocently, he can’t stop himself. Dragging his fingers through your furry ears, he pulls on them playfully. Smirking at the gasp you let out, the way your eyes roll up for a moment. Tugging again he forces his cockhead past your rim and cunt, grinding his teeth together.
“Gonna fill you up so good, bunny.” Heeseung drags the tip of one of your ears to his lips, sucking on it the same way you had done earlier. Eyes fluttering shut as he pushes in inch by slow inch. Cradled by the sound of your cries and whimpers, how your breathing stops whenever he sucks on your fluffy ear; coating your fur with his saliva. Leaving the trail on his scent stuck on you permanently, from your blood infiltrated by his venom. To your womb soon to be filled with his cum.
The snap of taut stretched skin around his lower cock jerks his hips forward. Halting to suck deep breaths in through his nose. His hands drop down to your arms, squeezing as he maneuvers them beneath you to wrap you up in a tight hug. The size of his body crushes you in, stuffed to the brim with his dicks filling your ass and pussy. The Doctor circles his hips, savoring the way your holes clamp around him, burying his last inch into the hilt.
“Heeseung,” you pant, drowsy eyes flickering up. Reaching between your bodies, you rub over the bulge pushing out under your navel. The fat tip of his cock pressing against your insides so deep, you have to feel it to believe it. Mouth dropping in awe as you trace the shape of him, reaching lower to drag your fingers around his size probing through the flesh of your stomach. “Feel you, r-right here.”
“Fuck.” The euphoric high look on your face can only come from getting fucked. His hips twitch, sucking on the drool inside of his mouth to concentrate on anything other than how much you're squeezing around him. How he can feel your dainty fingers jerking him off through the skin lining the bottom of your stomach.
Forcing himself to calm down with deep breaths, he tries to let you get used to the painful throbbing inside of your ass. Tries to let you get used to his fat girth filling up your cunt, slowly pushing himself side to side to accommodate you tight holes for himself. A dull ache rips throughout his pelvis, climbing up to his stomach in a coiling spiral, and he can’t stop himself anymore. Gathering your chest to press snuggly against his, he pulls your back off the chair. Thrusting out only a few inches before burying his lengths in deep. “A-agh!”
Dr. Lee can feel it, the way your asshole grips around him trying to push him out while your tight pussy sucks against him. The difference stirs heat up to his chest, pulling out a few more inches before plummeting forward again. Losing his sense with that second thrust, he savors these last fleeting minutes inside of you for the first time. Eyes rolling back as he draws out to the tip and begins to ruthlessly fuck you.
The scream you let out only encourages his hips, slamming forward faster. Hurting at first to be taken so roughly, fucked in your ass for the first time, but your heat takes over after a minute more of push and pull. The resistance he was met with disappearing as he sheathes each inch inside of your holes without falter. The more he made you take it, the better it felt to be fucked with abandon.
The beating of his heart pounded against your chest, rocking you down onto his lengths. Against the chair, ramming his hips between your trapped opened legs with free will. Reaching one of your hands around his neck, you squeeze at his nape, scratching your nails down his scales. Screaming through your gritted teeth as he somehow fucks you even faster.
“Heeseung!” Rubbing your fingers over the shape of his cock bulging through your stomach, you cry out. Dropping your face into his neck to further intoxicate yourself with his hedonistic scent.
The build up of something hot and mind numbing spills over inside of you, clenching down on him from your ass to your pussy; you try to kick free. Squirting around his cock fucking inside of your cunt past your orgasm, slicks rains down onto his thighs, by his feet. Spraying your aroused scent all over the hospital room.
“S-stop!” You whine despairingly. Digging your nails into the back of his neck. Dragging your other arm around him to scratch down his spine as he continues to fuck through your gripping over sensitivity. “Dr. Lee! H-hurts! Please!”
The only sounds entering Heeseung’s head right now are his snake, lashing at him to fuck, breed, claim. Take take and take some more. Loud moans and pained gasps play around him as he fucks into you animalistically, unsure if they’re coming from you. Maybe a mixture of your pleasure, too drunk off of his own need to overpower you, he thrust in deep.
Reaching back to unclasp your legs and throw your thighs up against you, he slams forward. Cock burying to the hilt, locking his biceps under the pits of your knees. Bending you in half as he chases his orgasm and more of your slick dribbles out, shooting at his stomach and balls. They clap wet and loud against the top of your ass, nearly hanging off of his cocks with how far he’s pulled you off of the table.
“Doctor!” You sob into his neck, another orgasm ripping free from your body. He locks around your back, crushing you to his body in a full mating press. The look in his eyes near demonic as he raises up and stands straight, throwing your ass and pussy down onto his cocks. The resounding clap of wet skin on skin pounds throughout the room, bouncing off these sanitized hospital walls. And he fucks into youbat a deranged pace, led by the sound of your breath growing shallow, the silent cries that struggle to exit your dried up scratchy throat.
“F-fuck!” He squeezes out through trembling lips. Laying you against the table once his thighs begin to burn. He buries inside once, twice, thrusts growing sloppy as he captures your mouth with his plump lips and lets out a howled scream.
The swell of his knots shoots your tired eyes wide open. Irises shaking as your eyes well up with tears and the pain of being stretched to accept his knot pushing against your abused holes erupts through your body. Struggling to breath with his mouth latched to yours, tongue slithering past your tonsils.
“There you go..” he looks down. Forehead covered with a thick gleam of sweat. His handsome features reddened, hair a mess from all of your pulling. Grinding his cocks inside of you, he shivers and twitches as cum flows out and stuffs you from both ends. “All better now, bunny.”
Dr. Lee’s shoulders continue to tremble, gripping your waist so tight, nails cutting into your skin. Both of his cock stay locked in place, knots fully expanded inside of both of your holes.
“Heeseung?”
Bright yellow eyes snap up to your face, his sharp teeth chatter, and he loudly swallows. The fear you felt before completely disintegrates, only worried now that he’ll leave.. never to be seen again.
“Are you going to kill me now?” You ask almost pitifully. Frowning, you clutch your hands to your chest. Too ashamed to look down at the area you’re still connected.
“No, bunny, never.” He smiles, peeling his hands off your stomach to cup your cheeks. “I’m going to mate you.”
A new fear of the abomination growing in your stomach arises, shaking your head. “We can’t!”
“Shhh shhh.” Wiping away your tears, he kisses the tip of your nose. Gently dragging his lips lower to graze your bitten over pout. Circling his hips, he roughly digs into your waist for leverage to push his knots in deeper. “Dr. Lee will take care of everything.”
Pairing : F Reader x roommate Heeseung x class partner Sunghoon x best friend's older brother Jake
Synopsis : Welcome to college, where the latest craze is this app that lets you make out with the three hottest guys on campus : You get one good and steamy fuck with each of them, no second chances. Are you up for making a reservation?
Warnings : smut with a story, foursome, voyeurism, kissing, a bit of dirty talk, blowjob (f and m receiving), protected sex, masturbation (m)
Word count : 3.5 k
While you were busy unpacking inside your dorm room, the buzz of excitement from the other girls was hard to ignore. Still, you tried to focus on sorting your stuff until your door suddenly swung open and out of nowhere, a girl flung a newspaper at you.
“Uh thanks? I guess..” you said, grabbing it from the floor.
The headline said 'New School Year, New News'. You opened it and a glaring pink page with 'PLAYERS' caught your eye.
“The tradition’s back and hotter than ever! Our college’s finest are on deck and eager to meet you. Make sure to snag your reservation ASAP!”
/!/ Just a heads-up—each guy is a one-time-only deal! Download ‘PLAYERS’ to lock in your date!
You stared at the words in front of you, your brain refusing to process.
This couldn’t be serious… could it?
A nervous laugh escaped as you tossed the newspaper onto your bed, but your eyes were drawn back to it—back to the three impossibly gorgeous guys in the pictures, especially the one with dark hair and those lips…
Oh. No. Wait.
You snatched the paper up again, heart racing. Was that… Jake? Your best friend’s older brother?
The guy you used to have the biggest crush on?
"What the heck is he even doing here?" you nearly choked, your eyes scanning his ridiculously gorgeous photo from top to bottom.
"Well, that’s my room," a deep, amused voice replied.
You turned, startled, to find a tall, stylish brunette guy standing here, and… hold on… didn’t he look just like one of those guys in the pictures?
He glanced at the newspaper. “Oh, it’s out already?” he said, tossing his bag onto the bed right next to yours.
“Isn’t this supposed to be a girl’s room?” you asked, absolutely stunned, as he casually unpacked his underwear and slid it into a drawer like it was the most natural thing ever.
“It’s not the first time the administration messed up, and trust me, they won’t bother fixing it,” he said, now plugging in his gaming console like it was just another day.
“I’m Heeseung, by the way, in case you didn’t know. What about you?”
You stood there, frozen for a moment, trying to wrap your head around the whole situation before finally managing to stammer, “I’m, uh, Y/N…”
He then left as quickly as he arrived, leaving you by yourself.
“I think I need to get some fresh air.” You thought, putting your jacket on and finally leaving the room.
You plopped down at a small table after ordering your iced tea, letting out a dramatic sigh as you dropped your head onto the table.
Seriously, how is it that the first time you see your childhood crush again is in a newspaper article about sex?
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of squealing girls. You opened your eyes and lifted your head to see a group of them swarming around a guy with impossibly fair skin and a jawline so sharp it could probably slice through steel.
“Damn, he could cut someone with that…” you whispered to yourself, half in awe, half in disbelief. It only took a glance to realize this was the third guy from the newspaper—Sunghoon.
After a moment of hesitation, curiosity won out. You couldn’t resist, so you downloaded the ‘PLAYERS’ app. What harm could it do to see what the fuss was all about ?
The app opened up with three separate calendars, each dedicated to one of the boys. You noticed that this year’s lineup featured Jake, Sunghoon, and Heeseung, but last year, it had been different guys.
Their schedules were already packed, a clear sign of just how insanely popular they were.
“This is a bit much,” you thought, unable to wrap your head around the idea of girls actually booking them. “Ridiculous.”
After finishing your tea, you headed back to your room. With Heeseung nowhere in sight, you took a quick shower and went straight to bed, dreaming about the app and those handsome guys.
“Pair up with the person who has the same number as you!” the professor announced, and you glanced down at your paper, seeing the number two.
Just then, a warm breath tickled your ear as a voice whispered, “Looks like we’re together.”
You turned around to find Sunghoon standing there, his own paper showing the same number two, a shy smile playing on his lips.
You had a big essay to write for your first-semester final grade, and while you weren't sure if being paired up with this guy was a blessing or a curse, his cute smile made you forget all your doubts.
You both decided to continue working on the project in your dorm room.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor amidst a sea of books and a laptop, you were deep into your research when he broke the silence.
"You really read this newspaper?" he asked, grabbing the paper from your cupboard and raising an eyebrow.
"Well, a girl literally threw it at me, so I figured I had to read it," you answered, a little embarrassed.
You both locked eyes for a moment, the silence stretching between you. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, "So, are you planning to book a date with one of the guys?"
His sudden question caught you off guard. "Aren’t you one of the guys?" you shot back. "I mean, I’m technically on a date with you right now."
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your response, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Trust me, it’s REALLY not the same."
Your ears turned a deep shade of red at his boldness.
“What do you mean, ‘not the same’?” you asked, your voice more curious than confused, even though you already knew the answer.
“Well, on those dates, we do something more like this…” he murmured, leaning closer.
Your breath caught in your throat as his face moved closer to yours, the space between you shrinking by the second.
Your eyes locked on his lips, unable to look away, drawn in by the anticipation hanging thick in the air.
You could feel your heartbeat quicken,
but before you could even form a thought, the door to your dorm burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud.
You both turned to see Heeseung standing in the doorway, his eyebrows raised, a silent question etched across his face.
“Come on, not in my room, Sunghoon!” he said, exasperation dripping from his tone as he kicked his shoes off and flung himself onto his bed.
Sunghoon let out a long breath, leaning back and creating a bit of space between the two of you.
“Relax, Heeseung. It’s not what it looks like,” he explained, his voice calm but a bit defensive.
“We’re not on a date,” he added, shifting his focus back to his laptop, as if that would make the whole situation disappear.
For the next 20 minutes, the room was quiet except for the occasional sound of Heeseung tapping away on his phone.
You and Sunghoon continued to work, your concentration only broken when Sunghoon suddenly stood up.
"Alright, I'm heading to my room," he said, offering a quick wave.
You watched him leave, glancing at the clock to see it was already late afternoon.
A shower sounded like a good idea before you had to meet your best friend for dinner.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror, taking a deep breath before slipping out of your clothes and stepping into the shower.
The warm water cascaded over your skin as you pulled the curtain closed, letting the heat relax your tense muscles.
As you began to rinse out your shampoo, the creaking sound of the bathroom door swinging open made you freeze.
“Heeseung! Come on, didn’t you hear I was in here?!” you yelled out as you peered cautiously from behind the curtain, pressing yourself against the wall.
“I have to go to the bathroom—it’ll be quick,” he called out as his footsteps drew closer.
You cringed when you heard the toilet seat lift, and you stood still, counting the seconds until he would leave.
But then, your gaze drifted to the mirror, and from behind the curtain, you could see him reflected in it.
The fuck is wrong with me? you thought, trying to tear your eyes away but finding it impossible to look anywhere else.
Your gaze lingered on his dick. Yes.
It was thick and veiny even in its relaxed state. The deep tan gradually faded into a lighter, pink shade near the tip.
You swallowed, feeling your cheeks grow warmer, a blush creeping in as you struggled to tear your eyes away.
You were so fixated on it that you didn’t even notice him approaching the shower. Suddenly, the curtain was yanked open, and you let out a startled shriek as your naked body was exposed to his gaze.
“I saw you spying on me,” he said with a smug smirk.
Words failed you, your mind scrambling for a response.
Should you apologize, admit you’d been caught staring? Or act like it was all just a misunderstanding?
But you didn’t have time to decide—Heeseung stepped into the shower, water immediately soaking him through. His clothes clung to his toned body, revealing every contour beneath the wet fabric.
“Enjoyed the view? You know, you could’ve asked—I might have had let you see more,” he murmured.
His eyes roamed shamelessly over your wet body, watching the way water glistened on your skin,
how droplets slid down between your boobs and then thighs.
You raised your chin, a mix of defiance and embarrassment coursing through you as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“Well, do you like what you’re seeing?” you countered, trying to sound confident even as your heart pounded.
“Hell yes, I do,” he breathed,
Pressing his lips to your neck, his kisses light but electrifying.
You shivered with surprise as he let his hands rest possessively on your bare hips, and felt the heat of his tongue as it traced a line up to your collarbone.
His lips hovered just in front of yours, leaving your lower body tingling with anticipation.
When you inched closer, desperate for contact, he merely smirked and glanced down at you.
“You’ll have to schedule a date if you want more,” he said, stepping out of the shower and leaving you alone, speechless and flustered.
“Excuse me, what the fuck?!” Mia exclaimed loudly in the restaurant, causing several heads to turn in your direction.
“Please, keep it down,” you pleaded, mortified.
You’d just filled her in on everything—the PLAYERS app, Heeseung as your new roommate, Sunghoon as your essay partner, her own brother’s involvement as one of the players, and of course, the incident in your room.
Mia’s eyes reflected her inner turmoil. “I’m stuck deciding whether to tell my mom about my brother’s college antics, use this to blackmail him into buying me makeup, or just forget it all.”
She shook her head, then refocused. “But, are you going to make that reservation or not?”
"Mia," you called, barely louder than a breath. "I don't know... should I?" You frowned, totally confused.
"You definitely should," she insisted. "I mean, when else are you gonna make out with guys that hot?"
You nodded, eyes lighting up.
"You're right! I'll book all of them at once!" you said, already reaching for your phone.
"Wait, what?" Mia nearly choked. "Even my brother?!"
You paused. The one you wanted most was her brother. But—
"No, no! Just the other two," you lied, eyes fixed anywhere but hers.
She hesitated, “Mhh, okay, I trust you. But can you really book the two of them at the same time?”
A grin spread across your face.
"Well, they won’t know until they see each other, right? It’s worth a shot.”
Without hesitation, you selected a date for each of them, ready to see how it all plays out.
A few days later, you found yourself sitting in the old gymnasium, resting on a worn-out mat. You'd picked this strange spot on purpose—no one would ever guess what was going on here.
Your heart raced as you checked the time every few seconds, fidgeting with anticipation.
Finally, the heavy gym door creaked open slightly.
Heeseung’s face appeared, his eyes scanning the empty gym before they landed on you sitting on the mat.
Surprise flickered across his features—it made sense, since the app didn’t reveal anything about the girls until the meet. But the shock faded fast, and he walked up to you with a confident grin.
"I knew I'd be seeing you soon. You couldn't resist after seeing my dick.”
You stared at him in silence for a few moments, unsure of what to say.
"It’ll definitely be better if we don’t talk, that’s for sure," you thought to yourself.
Without a word, you gave him a small hand gesture, signaling for him to sit next to you.
Then, your hand slowly reached up, fingers gently wrapping around his chin, guiding his face closer to yours.
Your heart raced as you leaned in, and without a second thought, you pressed your lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss.
Both of you closed your eyes, sinking into the moment, letting everything else fade away.
His hands found their way to your neck, holding you firmly, while your arms slid around his, pulling him even closer.
The old gym fell into a still silence, the only sound breaking through was the soft, rhythmic noise of your lips meeting, filling the empty space around you.
Then, you slipped off your shirt, and he forcibly laid you down on the old gym mat.
As he turned you onto your stomach, his tongue began a slow, teasing journey down your back, tracing every curve with warm, sensual strokes.
He then made his way up to your shoulders, his breath hot against your skin.
Pressing himself against your ass, he let out a slight smirk, his ears turning a deep red from arousal.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
His fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bra,
But just as he began to undo it, the door creaked open once more.
You both turned in surprise, only to find Sunghoon standing there, his face in disbelief as he took in the unexpected scene.
"Come here, Sunghoon,” you breathed out softly, the words slipping out in a hushed, desperate tone.
He approached you, eyes full of a mix of desire and uncertainty.
Without a word, both of them began to explore your body, leaving heated marks as you laid exposed on the mat.
Sunghoon dipped his head, his face brushing against your thighs he kissed softly, breathing deeply of your scent before slowly and carefully sliding your panties off.
He began to eat your pussy out with a raw, angry passion, as if he demanded even more of you, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Each touch and stroke drove you wild. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, leaving you gasping for air.
At the same time, Heeseung focused on your boobs, his hands eagerly molding and caressing them. His tongue traced over your sensitive nipples, circling and flicking with a mixture of teasing playfulness and intense desire, each flick and swirl sending shivers down your spine.
"‘Ugh Sunghoon, I’m going to…” You tried to gasp out,
But the intense pleasure left you unable to form coherent words. Your body trembled uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy overtook you, coating his mouth with your juices.
Sunghoon’s smile grew as he savored every last bit, his tongue sweeping across his lips, licking them clean.
‘‘You taste sweet, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice filled with pleasure.
Trying to steady your breathing after the intense orgasm, you crawled over to him, hands shaking slightly as you worked to undo his pants. You reached inside his boxers, your fingers wrapping around his long, throbbing cock, drawing it out with a gentle grip.
“Let me return the favor,” you whispered, your lips brushing against the tip in a lingering kiss. A deep, pleased “hmph-”’ escaped him as he savored the touch.
“Don’t forget about me, Y/n” Heeseung put a condom on his shaft and started to thrust into you, while you tried desperately to hold onto Sunghoon’s.
But then, you looked at the gym entrance and froze.
Jake, your childhood crush, was staring at you, his expression unreadable.
“Jake…?” you breathed.
His eyes stayed locked on you, full of unspoken emotions.
“Y/n, I never thought…” he began, his words trailing off into silence.
You paused, and with a provocative glint in your eye, you slowly met his gaze and said, “Come join us…” Your voice was smooth and enticing as you continued to pump Sunghoon’s dick, his panting breath echoing in the room.
Jake inched closer, his eyes locked on the steamy scene before him.
Heeseung’s dick was deep inside your pussy, while your mouth was taking Sunghoon’s all the way.
The sight stirred a flush of excitement within him :
Actually, it made him completely horny.
Without thinking, he started to palm himself through his pants, feeling the stickiness of it pressing against him. When he finally pulled it out, a stream of precum dribbled onto the floor. He was so aroused that it looked like he pissed himself.
To him, you were always more than just his sister’s best friend;
You were the girl who effortlessly captivated his heart.
Even as you both grew older, there were nights when the thought of you kept him awake, moaning your name as he reached his high,
and yet, he kept his feelings buried, respecting the bond you shared with his sister.
But now, seeing you standing there, so pretty, it's as if a switch flipped inside him : all his suppressed desires came rushing to the surface and ignited a fire he could no longer ignore.
His eyes were fixated on you, unable to tear themselves away, as if you were the only thing in the room.
His cheeks reddened with a heat that spread through his body, his breath hitching as he bit his lip, trying to stifle the words bubbling up inside him, but they slipped out anyway.
“Y/n, show me more. Be pretty for me,” he whispered, the words tinged with an aching desire.
You shifted closer to him, offering him an unobstructed view of your sweat-slicked, flushed body.
You angled yourself just right, allowing him to take in the full, tantalizing view.
You could feel his gaze drinking in every inch of you, exactly as you intended.
You removed Sunghoon's dick from your mouth as his semen sprayed onto your cheek.
His eyes fluttered shut, a gasp slipping from his lips as pleasure coursed through him.
“Ahh..” His voice broke into a low, desperate groan as you continued, drawing out every drop left.
But just as you thought you were in control, Heeseung’s hand found its way to your clit, his touch a jolt of pleasure that made you gasp, the sensation only intensifying as he kept thrusting, deep and unrelenting, inside you.
As you and Heeseung were both on the brink of cumming, the sudden, harsh bang on the gymnasium door startled you, followed by a stern voice shouting
“No dates in the gymnasium! Some students reported hearing strange noises, so I know people are inside ! Get out before I go get you !”
The four of you exchanged silent, wide-eyed glances before quickly scrambling out of the compromising positions, hurriedly pulling on your clothes and attempting to smooth out your disheveled appearances.
Walking out of the gymnasium, you caught the janitor’s astonished stare, clearly stunned that all three 'players' had been inside.
“Sorry for the mess, sir,” Heeseung stammered out, trying to pull off a look of innocence.
The four of you managed a few steps before the embarrassment took over, and with a burst of laughter, you all started running, fleeing the scene together.
Well, that clearly didn’t turn out the way you imagined.
But still, you did it. You played with the three players.
The group of you stopped behind some bushes, gasping for air.
“Well, it was a bit short, but I guess it was fun,” you said, smiling between breaths.
“Nah, we didn’t go all the way, so it doesn’t count,” Sunghoon interrupted with a smirk.
“Exactly,” Heeseung added with a grin, “looks like another date will be necessary.”
You found yourself trying to meet Jake’s gaze, but his eyes were already deeply entrenched in yours.
“That’s right,” he said, his killer smile—a smile you had always adored—lighting up his face. “But I want to have one alone with you this time.”
You were startled by his statement, a wave of hope washing over you as you wondered if your long-time crush was finally being reciprocated.
"And not through the app. I’ll be in touch soon,” he said, leaving the three of you standing there.
You watched him go, the silence heavy with unspoken thoughts.
“Damn,” Heeseung said, breaking the silence with a smirk.
“Jakey’s got a crush on you.”
You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a thrill of anticipation as you realized your college life was just beginning.
genre. last summer I gave you my heart.. AU, or everything I hate about Heeseung Lee, friends enemies who fuck, love triangleish, pwp, M/F, angsty, dare I say.. fluff, one shot
warnings. profanity, alcohol mentioned, mean Heeseung, explicit smut, mild slut-shaming, jealousy, possessive behavior, y/n is Sunoo’s cousin, side characters. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 18k
now playing. I wish I hated you//Ariana Grande
smut warnings. dry humping/with an audience(a bit dubcon), rough and unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, under negotiated kinks, improper aftercare, choking, slapping, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, manhandling(y/n can be lifted and thrown around), degradation, humiliation, etc
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Summertime and the livin’s easy
The same lyrics repeat over and over again. Jake’s been looping this same god damn song for the last hour.
“I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit!” He’s been singing along the entire time too. Sniffling tears away from his eyes, earning another round of groans from everyone trapped inside of the car with him.
“Enough dude!” Jay shouts, punching the dash to switch to the next song. “I can’t fucking take it anymore. It’s summertime and the livin’s easy! Not fucking summertime and torture my fucking friends.”
“Jake- listen man, I know this break up has been hard on you, but you don’t have to make all of us suffer with you!” Sunghoon adds, reaching around the driver’s seat to massage his shoulders.
“Definitely not the best way to go about that..” Jungwon mumbles, pinching the skin between his eyebrows.
“Screw her dude, we’re gonna find you so much pussy to lose yourself in the next couple of weeks.” Jay cheers, reaching over to pat Jake’s stomach right as the tears he’s been trying to hold in burst free. “Aw man, gross. Don’t do that!”
Evil, I’ve come to tell you that she’s evil, most definitely
Falling in love must be horrible. Heeseung should probably say something, Jake’s his best friend after all.. but they’ve been talking about Ari for the last 30 days now! And they break-up every other month! She said it was for good this time.. but he can’t help to think that’s a lie. Sunghoon’s not exactly wrong, they’ve been excited about this trip for days now. He’s half-way to throwing out a ‘suck it up!’ right before they exit the Pacific coast highway and he lets out a huge sigh.
“You know I’m right man, enough is enough.” Sunghoon leans in closer to his ear, whispering low enough for only Jungwon and Heeseung to catch.
“He’s still our friend..” Jungwon mutters, pursing his lips into a thin line.
“I can already smell the coconut tanning lotion melting on fat juicy titties.” Jay shoves his head out of the passenger seat window. Eyes shut, sucking down a long-winded inhale of the ocean breeze infiltrating the car. “Fuck, I love summer!!!” He shouts out happily, smacking the side of the jeep.
Jake breaks into a smile, shaking off the tears that managed to escape. “You guys are right, next time I bring her up—hit me upside my head or something. It’s one our our last summer’s out here, we need to have the best time.”
“That’s my boy!” Sunghoon yells, wrapping a playful chokehold around his throat.
“We’re here!” Jake shouts out between laughs, slapping at the thick bicep gagging him.
“Fucking finally.”
Heeseung stretches his limbs out, back cracking as he arches back and lets out the deepest and loudest yawn after sitting cramped up in the backseat of Jake’s jeep for the last five hours. A ride that could have been less cramped if everyone had stuck to only packing one bag for the next two weeks and Sunghoon hadn’t changed his plans last minute to tag along.
“You made it!” Sunoo’s cheerful beaming smile radiates from the front door, throwing it open to run down the driveway in his flip flops that clap loudly against the pavement.
“Course we did Sun, even though Jake made us stop five damn times to piss.” Jay snickers, glaring toward the backseat of his car.
“I drank an entire big gulp!” Jake says to defend himself, waving around the now empty large plastic cup. “Forgot how long this drive is.”
“See, this is what Hannah Montana meant when she said nodding my head like yeah! Moving my hips like yeah! You know I’m gonna be okay!” Jay sings out terribly, adding a sway of his hips with his arms held up toward the sky. “It’s a party in the USA!”
“Ugh.” Jungwon grimaces, dragging his bag past Sunghoon who joins him, bumping their hips into each other.
Heeseung can’t stop the smile from forming on his face, rolling his eyes as he takes in the street. Not much has changed, palm trees full as ever, bright sunlight burning down on the concrete. Santa Barbara really has a charm that Santa Monica can’t compare to.
It is a long drive, especially to be stuck together with his friends all maintaining different levels of energy and patience, but it’s worth it every single time. Because for some reason Sunoo’s parents agreed to loaning out their beach house a couple of weeks out of the year during summer for their son and his friends to fuck around. The reason really being that he’s spoiled rotten and they cut a deal that as long as a few of his family members can tag along, the summer house is all his.
That’s where you enter.
The first summer Heeseung was allowed to venture out to Santa Barbara with his friends was also the first summer he met you. It’s not his favorite memory, in fact, he fucking hates how clearly he remembers every detail from that day.
‘This is my cousin.’ Sunoo had introduced you with his usual charming smile, motioning to his friends that responded with their names one by one.
‘A girl.’ Jake mumbled, nudging Heeseung’s side.
‘I didn’t think she’d actually want to come after I told her that all of you guys were joining me, but we always hang out during summer since she lives kind of far. You guys don’t mind right?’
‘As long as she doesn’t care, I don’t see anything wrong with having her around.’ Jungwon said with his thumbs held up, nodding hard enough for his hair to bounce around.
Yeah. What’s the big deal? Sure, you’re pretty, maybe even one of the prettiest girls Heeseung’s ever seen before. And yeah, you smell great, wafting your scent around each time you flip your hair away from your shoulders. Not to add on that he also noticed how you only seem to look away when you find him staring at you.
Jake easily started joking around with you, even including you in on some of their legendary inside jokes right away. Jay, he’s always helpful and cool, cutting up fruit for you and checking to see if you need more snacks or something to drink. Even Sunghoon, who’s usually awkward around girls, got close to you after a night of a heated Monopoly game while the power went out.
Heeseung should have asked if he could join too, desperately racking his brain for how he could break the ice and get to know you better. It shouldn’t be this hard, right? Except it is, because his mouth gets more dry when you’re around. His bottom lip grows raw from biting down on it, his nails get bitten down to raw skin until they even bleed sometimes. He’s a mess in your presence and can’t even figure out why. Surely it has nothing to do with how his chest pinches and pounds faster the second you enter his proximity.
The last time he felt this way was probably junior high when he had a crush— wait no, that wouldn’t make sense. He doesn’t have a crush or anything like that, no way.
Not that his dickhead friends would agree as they laughed and wiggled their eyebrows at him insisting they play spin the bottle.
‘Come on, we’ll make it interesting, the bottle lands on you and you have to choose truth or dare. We’re kind of an uneven number to be playing tonsil hockey right now anyways.’
Jay smirked, dragging his tongue across his lips. ‘You got nothing to hide anyway, Hee.’
Great. Fucking pricks. They wouldn’t ask him something about you if he chooses dare. That would be so fucked up, but also- that does not explain why Jake winked at him, and why Sunghoon kept nudging into his side. How the hell can they tell? Has he been too obvious?
‘Oh Hee, it’s your lucky day!’
The tip of the emptied glass bottle unceremoniously comes to a halt directly pointed at his figure. He sighs, head dropping back as he shakes it back and forth to avoid your curious gaze from across the circle you’ve all ended up in.
It’s still as clear as if it happened just yesterday, and he fucking hates it. Hates that he can still remember the look of disgust forever ruining your pretty face. The loud obnoxious ‘eww!’ You shrieked as his friends bursted out laughing around him after he admitted to finding you cute.
It should have been harmless. He should have fucking gone for a dare, anything better than the rush of embarrassment that sped up to his cheeks and rapidly lit them up to a mortifying shade of red.
God, what was he thinking? Why the hell did he even answer Jake’s stupid question honestly!
‘No bullshit alright dude, you into her?’ He smirked, nodding your direction. A look of fear and worry scattered all over your face as he peered back and forth between the two of you.
‘I mean, yeah sure. She’s cute.’
It was innocent, and maybe he had expected—hoped for a better reaction. What would it hurt to imagine you’d reciprocate his feelings? God, it was so dumb, his biggest regret for the last 7 years; even worse than the first time he got drunk and threw up all over himself. Albeit, the photos to remind him of his actions the next day didn’t help, he’s never been able to forget your face. Your disgusted repulsed face that he’s only ever seen once, when he fucking called you cute.
Not to mention the way you avoided him after as if he had leprosy, too grossed out to even accept the dishes he set down in front of you for lunch the next day.
Flat out cruel and mean for no reason, making it very clear to him that you wanted nothing to do with him.
Fine.
If that’s the way you want to spend your summer vacation together, then he’d make sure to give you a real reason to hate him.
It started with smearing nutella on your swimsuits that were hanging out to dry. Then purposely aiming the ball at your head during the pool game of volleyball you had the next day, not even apologizing as he smiled and shrugged.
‘Not my fault this bimbo can’t see.’
That must have really hit a nerve, sporting a frown throughout the rest of the game until you gave up and refused to continue playing after he accidentally punted the ball right at your face.
Any time he had the chance to grill or cook, he always made sure to make your plate of food extra crispy, real charred.
‘I thought that’s how you liked it, burnt to a crisp.’ He’d smile proudly, scraping a knife down the blackened hotdog he set down for you.
Of course it was childish, he was fucking fifteen years old and you bruised his ego to hell and back as far as he was concerned. Had him pulling at his face in the mirror before bed, tussling his hair, double checking the scent of his body after showering, analyzing his clothes and lack of muscle.
You didn’t have to act like he was the most repulsive boy to ever walk the earth! And the reality is, it hurt.
It hurt so bad, he had to shake off the moisture forming behind his eyes after heading to his bedroom, unable to turn off the repeated cry of disgust you let out after all he said is that you’re cute.
Really, as much as he hates to say it- you’re a real bitch.
Heeseung’s mother would be appalled if she could hear his thoughts when it comes to you. He was raised to be polite, only to respect women. But you, something about you seriously pisses him the fuck off.
It’s not because he likes you. Even his friends were convinced after those first two weeks that you two hated each other, because of course you decided to retaliate. Cutting holes into his swim trunks, pouring itching powder all over his bed, filling his sunscreen bottle up with hair removal cream that left painful welts on his skin after rubbing it in like lotion and laying in the sun.
You. You’re seriously such a bitch, he can’t stand it. Can’t control how his rage rises to a boiling point the second he even catches a glimpse of you. You’re quite possibly the most fucking annoying girl he’s ever met, maybe the only girl that has ever annoyed him this much.
And yet his eyes still scan the room for your presence as he steps inside of the house he’s spent the last 7 summers at. The same room he almost gave you a kiss in. Right in front of everyone, your cousin, his friends.. if only you hadn’t begged him not to. The night he revisits in his memories time and time again that he can’t move on from.
It was all Jungwon’s fault.
‘Fine.’ Jungwon smirks mischievously, rubbing his hands together. ‘We’re too old for childish games.’
‘Finally.’ Heeseung adds, still pouring salt on his wounds from the time he got stuck inside of a closet with you for seven minutes.
‘I said childish games, not games in general, and there is one we’ve yet to play.’
‘Here we go.’ Jay grunts, motioning toward his friend and rolling his eyes. He’s been chatting up some of the girls they met at the beach earlier for the last couple of hours. Refilling their cups and flexing his bare arms to entice them. ‘Come on Won, you always want to play these stupid games.’
’Well, are you too chicken?‘ Jungwon’s grin grows larger, raising his eyebrows.
Are you too chicken? He repeated deviously, eyeing everyone around the room. They all refuted his suspicions, turning the question around on him until he agreed to go first and was dared to break Jay’s cool demeanor
The room erupted with hoots and hollers as he plopped his ass down on the olders lap and Jay stuttered, eyebrows furrowed together, teeth clenched to hold back a curse.
‘Won, get the fuck off of me.’
‘Do you give up?’
‘Fuck off.’
Jay choked on his spit, coughing and shoving the younger away once their lips grazed together. Sitting up without falter, Jungwon raised his arms triumphantly. ‘And that is how you play chicken.’
Another stupid game, only now drinks are involved, sipping on tepid beer as he watches Jake and Jay lock lips before both losing at the same time. Dramatically spitting and swiping at their mouths as they kick at each other.
‘YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO KISS ME BACK ASSHOLE!’
Embarrassment covered their faces as the girls surrounding giggled and cooed, letting them know they looked so cute kissing.
‘Fine fine! We start over from whoever hasn’t spun the bottle yet.’ Sunoo interrupts the ruckus, pointing toward Heeseung. ‘Your turn.’
‘Not playing.’
‘And why is that?’ Jungwon asks with an arched up eyebrow. ‘Scared?’
‘We know why..’ Sunghoon mumbles by his side, earning a round of snorts and hushed laughs from his friends.
They know exactly how to get under his skin, how to force his hand to grab onto the stupid bottle. Gripping the body of the emptied glass hard enough to feel the sticky residue left behind from the label that was peeled off. He gulps, refusing to glance around, not wanting to risk the chance of meeting your gaze.
There’s no way he can actually be so unlucky, not twice. The bottle will land on one of his friends, one of the girls they picked up. It won’t land on you, not again. Fate can’t be that cruel.
As he watches the bottle slow down, he swallows hard, eyes falling shut right as it comes to a stop. Confirming that fate must be controlled by a monster.
‘The two people who hate each other.’ Jake laughs out loud, clasping his hands together. ‘This should be good.’
‘Don’t forget the rules.’ Jungwon coughs out nervously, nodding toward you. ‘If you don’t want to continue, you forfeit.’
‘Don’t kiss me.’ You murmured, trying to be quiet enough for only him to hear. ‘Please.’
Heeseung contemplated ending this fast and doing just that, would you give up before his lips could even get a small taste of yours? Not as if he even wants to know what the lip gloss you’re constantly reapplying tastes like anymore..
‘Go.’ Sunghoon motions to the both of you, flapping his hands.
If you don’t want him to kiss you, he’ll have to come up with something else. Taking in a deep breath to raise his confidence, he reaches to push loose strands of hair behind your ear; gaining rounds of gasps and amused sounds from your audience.
Wide eyes full of uncertainty, or maybe even dread, stare back at him anticipating his next move. There’s no point in bothering to ask if you’re okay with this, obviously you aren’t. Given the way your nose wrinkles as he moves closer to you and cups your cheeks.
Soft, warm, so squishy beneath his palms that have been beat up from falling off his skateboard and landing hands first against pavement for years. You’re as pretty as ever up close, maybe even prettier.
‘Don’t.’ You whisper again, hardly moving your lips.
‘Don’t what.’ He repeats monotonously, thumbs slowly sliding down your cheeks. His curious gaze follows, eyeing the swimsuit cover up you have on. The damp one-piece hot pink suit underneath.
Heeseung forgets momentarily that this is just a game, that you hate him, that his friends are all snorting and chuckling around you other than Sunoo who has his eyes covered. He forgets that he’s not parting your thighs open to make space for himself against your will, smoothing his hands up your shivering soft inner thighs.
‘She’ll definitely crack..’ Jake’s sitting the closests to you, speaking to the others from behind his hand. ‘Heeseung’s got this.’ He smirks, but his eyes widen within the next second. His full attention returning to his best friend's hands roaming up your body. To the way your stomach convulses and you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at any of them.
‘No closing your eyes.’ Sunghoon speaks up, waving at Jake to do something.
Heeseung slowly lifts his heavy gaze to his friend, practically threatening him with his blown out irises to dare to touch you. This is his time, and the only one that should ever be lucky enough to lay his hands on you is him. The other seems to understand, silently nodding and shrugging Sunghoon’s command away.
‘You heard them.’ Heeseung cups your chin, jerking your head to look at him. Lowering himself deep between your thighs, he grinds down as he lands. The heavy weight of the warm bulge inside of his shorts stealing a gasp from your throat, shooting your eyes fully open to land on his. ‘That’s it.’
Striking your core with another roll of his hips, he can hear the deep inhales around him. Everyone watching the tiny jolts your body gives, digging your back against the floor with each movement.
‘This is too much.’ Sunoo says from further back, having moved away from the circle to cover his ears and look in the opposite direction. ‘I can’t watch.’
‘Can’t believe she hasn’t tapped out..’ Jay whispers, biting down on his lips when Heeseung picks up his pace, slinking a hand between your bodies.
‘Heeseung..’ you grit between clenched teeth, unable to move yourself out from under his weight.
‘Loser?’ He taunts, shifting his lower half down more for his bulge to press against your clothed slit. The tips of his perverse fingers seeking their destination as he taps at your bundle of nerves and pulls your spine to bow. ‘Give up.’ He mouths, thrusting his stiff hard-on forward roughly. Successfully manipulating the fabric of your swimsuit to close in and sink between your folds.
Panic runs all over your face as you shake your head and lower your gaze to where your hips meld into each other. Biting down on the backs of your teeth to quell down the moans beating at the inside of your throat. Heeseung would shove his shorts and boxers off in one go given any other circumstance. Desperate to let his cock breathe the more he builds up his thrusts and slams his hips down.
‘Fuck this is..’ Jungwon wipes the sweat collecting at his neck.
‘Hot.’ Jake finishes, cheeks flushed pink with big glossy eyes scanning you from your pleasured face to your curved up spine.
Heeseung would agree with them, if only he wasn’t so painfully horny. Clutching onto one of your thighs, he throws it over his hip for better leverage to nestle his cock right between your cunt. The material of his swim trunks all sticky and wet from the pre-cum that won’t stop dripping out of his cock. He grunts, using his free hand to grab onto your neck before his next thrust can jerk you too far up the floor.
Flailing out your arms in a panic, you stare up at him wide eyes, reaching for his wrist. ‘N-no!’
‘Shit.’ He bites down, clasping your throat tighter. ‘Tapping out?’
With your eyes squeezed shut you weakly throw out your free hand at his chest. ‘No m-more!’
‘Fuck.’ Sunghoon groans, rubbing over his face.
‘H-heeseung wins.’ Jungwon says brokenly, stretching his shirt down to his folded in knees to hide the embarrassingly obvious bulge that's formed in his shorts.
Bending down, he hits you with one more firm thrust, lips pressed to your ear, gently placing a light kiss on your earlobe. ‘You lose.’
Ever since that night, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of you whenever you meet up for summer vacation again. Well, that’s not exactly true, since he can’t actually touch you in front of all of his friends. What would Sunoo think if he saw the way you drop to your knees for him so easily, how you spit on his cock and gobble him down better than any slut in grade A quality porn?
What would any of them think? And why does he still give a damn. If anything, his friends would be raging with jealousy if they could only hear the way you moan and cry on his cock..
“Jake!”
There you are- jumping up from the couch only to run right past him and leap into his best friend's open arms; wrapped up in a tight embrace straight out of some cheesy romcom. Even snaking your legs around his hips, straight up looking like a pair of long-distance lovers.
Heeseung would be offended if not for the act you two have successfully kept up the last few summers now. Because why would you greet him first? You hate him.
He hates you.
At least that’s what everyone around the two of you believes.
“Ah, I’ve missed you so much.” His friend sighs, nose pressed against your hair with his eyes falling shut as he deeply inhales. It’s not unusual to see you this close with any of them, but his fingers still twitch by his hips when you take a step back to cup Jake’s cheeks and squeeze them until he pouts and brings out his signature puppy dog eyes.
“You’ve been crying.”
He nods and accentuates his plump pout, bitten over pink lips jutting forward much too close to yours. “It’s okay Jakey, I’m here now. I’ve got you baby.”
Another hug, another sight that makes Heeseung’s eyes shake as you rub up and down Jake’s spine, cooing and waving behind his back at Jay and Sunghoon who enter next.
Heeseung won’t so much as get a nod or ‘sup?’ And he knows it. Clenching his teeth as he looks away and rolls his eyes. It’s not a big deal, nothing to overreact about, not like he’s your boyfriend or anything..
“Boooo!! Break up the love fest!” Jay shouts, dropping his bag to hold out a thumbs down and obnoxiously blow his tongue out. “Gross.”
“Heyy, my poor Jakey’s heart is broken!” You scoff, smacking his hand down. “He needs me, unlike you emotionless brutes, I know how to comfort him.”
Oh? You know about Jake’s break-up? The one that just happened 2 days ago? That seems to make Heeseung’s ears itch, watching from the corner of his eye as you motion for his best friend to follow you down the hall. “Come on, let’s get you all settled in. I brought you something.”
That’s weird.
Surely Jake will tell him about it later, you two have always been closer than you are even with Sunoo. It’s probably nothing, friends catching up.. that’s all.
Heeseung will sneak to your room later, after everyone falls asleep and then you can properly reunite. He can’t wait really, would have made his way to your room once everyone settled into their rooms if you weren’t so occupied with Jake..
“Man, she wastes no time.” Sunghoon laughs, interrupting his thoughts. “Dude’s dick probably still smells like Ari, but here she is ready to claim.”
“Jake said they’ve been talking a lot though, must really want him since she never gave up.” Sunoo mentions, reminding everyone of their usual assigned bedrooms.
“Who’s been talking?” Heeseung asks abruptly, shifting to stand awkwardly when everyone’s attention lands on him. “What are you guys on about?”
“This is like the first summer Jake’s ever been single.” Jungwon shrugs, pointing down the hallway. “I do not want to sleep in the rooms next to either one of them.”
“Jake and Ari break up all of the time.” Heeseung says flatly, patience wearing thin. “They’ll get back together before we even head home.”
“Not if she has anything to do with it.” Jay snorts, smiling lazily to one side. “I know you hate her, but we all know she’s been dying to fuck Jake.”
What?
Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “Should have been me.”
“Dude.”
“Sorry Sun, but it’s true.” Sunghoon’s tongue clicks, glaring down the hallway. “I’ve been flirting with her since we were kids!”
“Haven’t we all?” Jay adds, turning toward Heeseung. “I mean, the rest of us. Not you.” He corrects mostly to calm the anger radiating off of his friend.
“Can’t believe we’ve been here for longer than 10 minutes without the two of you exploding at each other yet.” Sunoo forces a smile, scratching his neck nervously. “Hope uhh.. we can skip that for the next couple of weeks.”
Heeseung’s lips tighten together, sealing them shut to stop himself from screaming out something outlandish that he won’t be able to explain. There’s no fucking way you’re seriously trying to hook up with Jake? His best fucking friend? You’d never.
But you would, because you love to piss him off, whether it’s intentional or not.
‘I want to see you. Right now.’ Quickly turning around, he shoots you a text. Squinting when his ears pick up on the sound of buzzing clattering on the kitchen counter. Of course you left your phone behind, great.
Text Message From ‘the biggest prick I know’ reads across the screen. Real mature. At least now he has an excuse to bother you.
“Uh, I’ll be in my usual room.” He nods toward Sunoo, hauling his bag up the stairs. “Need a shower and a quick nap.”
“Later bro.”
Dropping off his bag in the room across from yours, he tries to unlock your phone. Unable to access more than your lock screen when asked for the passcode, he grunts and walks over to your bedroom for the next couple of weeks. It already smells like you in here, all of your lotions and body sprays set up on one of the dressers, empty luggage on the floor. You must have gotten in early today.. didn’t even bother to text him and let him know.
You probably let Jake know, he thinks, eyes rolling off to one side annoyed.
“What are you doing here?”
Heeseung’s head snaps to find you at the door, pulling your phone from his pocket. “Forget something?”
“Oh.. thanks.”
“That’s all you have to say to me? What happened to hello? How have you been?”
“When have I ever cared about your well-being?”
“Right.”
He hasn’t even had time to get a good look at you yet. Slowly dragging his eyes down your figure to the sandals you have on, your cutely painted toes. Same toes he’s stuffed inside of his mouth while 9 inches deep inside of you. “If I was Jake, you’d care.”
“Jake’s my friend.” You say snarkily, letting the door stay open behind you. “Is that a problem?”
“Seems like a lot more than a friend to me.”
The questioning look in your eye screams something he can’t decipher, maybe something he doesn’t want to begin to figure out. “You shouldn’t use my best friend just to make me jealous.”
“God, you seriously think that my world revolves around you.” Rolling your eyes, you point behind yourself toward the door. “Get the hell out of my room.”
“Are you gonna make me?” Heeseung’s head feels fuzzy already as his palm slams against your door to close it shut. He can’t deny he missed this, the way you stare at him with disgust written all over your pretty features. Your tight-lipped frown, puffing your chest out to come off more intimidating than you could ever pull off. It makes his blood buzz, ears light up pink filled with fire, intoxicated by the hate that only you are capable of giving him.
“I said get out of my roo—!” A thick palm around your throat cuts off your screaming before you can finish. Stealing your next breath with the heavy weight of his hand encased around your neck.
“Wanna repeat that for me?” He mocks, leaning in closer to hiss near your ear before your eyes roll up to find his. That lost empty headed look he’s become addicted to locks in on him, the same exact way it did in the coat closet downstairs near the entrance only a few years ago.
7 minutes in heaven never stood a chance between the bickering and insults you lashed out at each other alone between hung up jackets and stuffed away pillows. Somehow you two always ended up in these situations, whether it be your friends looking for a laugh or fate setting sealing you together.
‘Let’s get this over with.’ You rolled your eyes like such a brat. He hated it, hated how easy one little stupid movement could make his skin crawl. No reason you should look that good showing off the whites of your eyes, acting like a little bitch.
‘I’m not fucking kissing you.’
‘You think I want this?! I’m so sick of always getting stuck with you! You’re the worst kisser—‘
He had cut you off back then too, the same exact way. Enraged by the lies you continued to hurl at him with intent to hurt. ‘You never shut the fuck up.’
The moan that slipped out of your lips caught the both of you off guard. Tightening his chokehold on your throat to earn another more desperate whiny sound. ‘You like that?’
You still like that, love it in fact. Pursing your lips together to shoot a wad of spit at his face, you gain a bit of momentum while he curses and shakes off the saliva dripping down his cheek. Using his moment of distraction to claw at his shoulders and slam your hips down onto the leg he trapped you against the door with.
“You fucking bitch.”
He knows you hate it when he calls you that, evident by the added pressure you dig into his shoulders with. Strong enough to tear tiny holes through the material of his worn down t-shirt. He hisses and shoves your head against the door. “I’ve been great by the way, in case you’re curious. Thanks for the warm welcome.”
“Did you expect the red carpet?”
“It’s not everyday a girl moans out that I’m the best fuck of her life.” He teases meanly, raising an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten already?”
Averting your gaze, you curse under your breath. “That’s not—“
“Not what?” He cuts you off, digging his fingers into your hips to roll your lower half up and down his thigh. “Not true?”
It was a moment of weakness, Heeseung knows. Knew last summer when you whimpered and trembled on his cock inside of the small pool house he followed you into. Lost in the euphoria of your orgasm or not, nothing you cried out had been a lie and you both know it.
“Fucking hate you.” You whisper, showing lack of resistance as he speeds up how fast you rock up and down his thigh.
“I’m the worst.” He cooes, licking his lip. Pressing in to nudge his nose against yours. “Say it, tell me I’m the worst.”
“Sick is what you are,” you spit out breathily. The taut skin between your eyebrows folding together. “So.. fucking annoying.” You pant, the loose summer dress you threw on riding up to your stomach. Underwear scratching against your clit maliciously. “St-stop.”
“Come on baby, tell me.” He huffs, thigh bouncing against your circling hips. “Who fucks you as good as me?”
No one. No one does.
Shaking your head, you look away, face scrunching up as your orgasm begins to hit. “Bullshit.”
“Making a mess all over my thigh after only a few minutes?” He questions huskily, licking up your sweat damp cheek. “And you expect me to believe anything you’re saying right now?”
“Ugh! Get off of me.” You grunt, pushing your weight against his chest. Beating your rolled up fists down on his lecs . “Asshole.”
“What your problem?”
“You. Always you.” You spit, moving around him to open one of the nightstands drawers. Thighs gripped together to stop yourself from making a mess down your thighs. “Only came in here to grab Jake’s gift.”
“Oh?” Heeseung’s eyebrows raise all the way high, tongue dragging across the upper row of his teeth. “Wasn’t aware of the Birthday party?”
“I don’t need celebratory excuses to buy my friends gifts.” You sneer, intentionally walking into him on your way to the door. “You wouldn’t know anything about that.”
“What’d you get him?” He asks curiously, attempting to grab the bag from your hands.
“None of your fucking business.” Taking a big leap toward the door, you yank it open. “And get out of my room.”
“Why? I can just wait in here for you.”
“Busy catching up with Jakey, don’t want you stinking up the place.” Blowing him a kiss, you finish with a raised middle finger. “Fuck outta here.”
Heeseung watches you head down the hallway toward the room Jake typically shares with Jungwon, confusion streaked across his face.
“This doesn’t make any sense..” he whispers, leaning against your door. You seriously just ditched him like that?!? When you’ve practically damn near mounted him and tackled him down for a quickie each time you reunited the past few summers?!
Shaking off his insecure thoughts, he trudges to his bedroom to finish off what you should be on your knees for. It’d be too weird to storm into Jake’s bedroom pitching a full tent to yell at you right now.. no way to explain that..
Whatever you’re up to, he doesn’t like it. Ruining his orgasm in the shower as he lightly bangs his head against the wet tile. Frustrated by all of the scenarios he keeps imagining you and Jake falling into, alone, in his room, on his bed, sucking face with his best friend.
“She wouldn’t.” He nods to himself, convinced that you may be dumb- but you can’t be that dumb.
Scrubbing at his wet hair with a towel, he catches the annoyed look on his face in the wet fogged up bathroom mirror. “She would.”
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“Holy hell.” Jay whistles as you step outside, gaining Heeseung’s attention to follow his line of gaze.
What the fuck.
“Mama Mia.” Sunghoon fist bumps Jay, both nodding proudly. “No more granny one piece suits.”
“Always knew she had a nice ass on her.”
Heeseung’s upper lip curls upwards, glaring at you setting down a towel on one of the pool chairs. Making a real show of it with all the unnecessary bending over and hair flips you do.
“If it walks like a whore and talks like a whore.” He mutters, scoffing. “Can only be a fucking whore.”
“Ehh, you’re just mad she’ll never let you hit.” Sunghoon jeers, pinching Heeseung’s cheek. “Grow up!”
Slapping his hand away, he refocuses on setting off laser beams from his eyes into your backside. Your extremely exposed backside that he should have left marked up yesterday with his handprints and teeth marks. That would shut his friends up who have no chance with you, because you belong to him.
At least sometimes.
The huge smile that graces your pretty face as Jake approaches you tells him otherwise. Sucking in the insides of his cheeks to bite down on as he watches the two of you embrace and his best friend's hands float much too close to the perk of your ass.
“Luckiest motherfucker in the world I swear.” Jay curses, sucking air between his teeth when Jake takes the chance and gently pats your hip. “I give it one more day before they’re hooking up.”
“You’re probably right.” Sunghoon hums and agrees. “The sooner the better so we can swoop in next.”
“Wanna tag team?”
“Let’s do it.”
“She doesn’t want any of you.” Heeseung shuts them up, frustrated by their banter interrupting his thoughts. Who the fuck does Jake think he is?! Suddenly single and immediately ready to deep dive between the first pair of legs ready to spread for him?! And you! Who the hell do you think you are! Shamelessly flirting with his friend?!
“This guy.” Jay rolls his eyes, straightening up and puffing his chest out as you approach them.
“What’s on the menu today boys?” You ask cheerfully, not sparing Heeseung a look.
“How about a mimosa for the pretty lady?”
“Sounds great!” You say cheerfully, bouncing up and down much too eagerly for Heeseung’s liking.
“What are you wearing?” He hisses as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw attention from Jay and Sunghoon as they scour through the bar for champagne. “What the hell is this?”
“Huh?” You ask dumbly, making the same old disgusted face you always pull when he tries to speak to you. “What’d you say?”
Heeseung watches his friends squat down in search of orange juice, grabbing onto your elbow to draw you closer. “I said, what the hell are you wearing?!”
“Uhm, a bathing suit?” Attempting to shrug him off, you push at his bare chest. “Let go of me!”
“Quiet down..” his lip curls in, tugging you closer. “Where’d you buy this? A fucking Hustler store?”
“I’ll have you know this is Beach Bunny! And I paid a lot for it.”
“Yeah, with daddy’s money.”
“You shouldn’t talk, west LA trash.”
Ah, there it is. The same shit your spoiled little princess ass always has to say to him. “That’s all you got? Come on, you can do better than that.”
“Let go of me, Heeseung.” You say sternly, with a serious tone. Failing to free yourself from his grip.
“Cover up slut.” He spits, nostrils flaring. “Prancing around showing everything off like that for free? Who fucking raised you?”
“What’s your fucking problem?!”
“Hey uhh,” Jay clears his throat, taking light steps with Sunghoon in tow. “Drink’s ready.”
The two peer back and forth between you and Heeseung, worry etched across their faces. Repeatedly stealing looks at his handle cradles around your elbow.
“Thanks.”
Before you can reach the flute of champagne and orange juice, Heeseung’s arm shoots out faster than he can think. Stealing the glass from Jay’s hand to pour down your chest and stomach. A round of shocked gasps coming from his friends and the high-pitched scream you let out snaps him fully alert. Taking a step back with wide eyes as you shake off the sticky liquid and proceed to glare at him with balled up fists.
“What. The. Fuck!”
An apology nearly rolls off of his tongue before Sunghoon rushes to clean off your stomach, shifty-eyed as he takes extra time to dry off your chest. “My new bathing suit!”
Heeseung acted abruptly off anger and worry, mostly worried of what his friends could be wondering about finding the two of you like that.
“Dude, that was not cool.” Jay snickers at him, snatching the glass back with a look full of disappointment.
“Yeah Heeseung, grow the fuck up man.”
Ugh! Great. Now he’s made a fool of himself all thanks to you once again. Shaking his head, he catches your piercing gaze before squatting down to hide behind the bar. You knew good and well what you were doing stepping outside in some skimpy little two piece, dental floss riding up your ass. It’s not his fault that you get off on making him angry or whatever the hell it is that motivates you to piss him off.
“Don’t worry, you still look sexy as fuck.” He hears Sunghoon mumble. Grinding his teeth together as he continues to pretend to look for something to drink.
“Yeah, here, take this one to Jake.” Jay adds, handing you two champagne flutes. “Go get your boy.”
“You guysss,” you giggle playfully, shooting them both a wink before heading off.
“That was really low, even for you man.” Jay leans over the bar just as Heeseung stands up, distracting himself by reading the label on the bottle in his hold.
“Get over it.” He mutters, ignoring the judging looks his friends share.
“He’s too old to be going through a hormonal imbalance.” Sunghoon whispers, nudging Jay’s side to look over in the direction you headed off to. “Kind of funny how Jakey’s the prey instead of the predator.”
“He doesn’t stand a chance.” Jay snorts, taking a sip of his beer. “Wish I was dead meat instead, would gladly lay my body out like a corpse to be picked over.”
“What’s that about?” Heeseung glares toward the corner of the pool you’ve sidled up to with Jake much too close by your side. Floating there, occasionally leaning against the stairs. Smiling and laughing all too much for his liking. The champagne flutes sitting emptied along the edge of the pool along with other bottles his best friends already finished off.
“They’re probably gonna fuck.” Jay shrugs, speaking casually. “We all saw that coming.”
What?!
Heeseung’s mouth pops open, quickly picking up his jaw, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand to properly look at his friend. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“Literally that.” Sunghoon adds, coating the glass in his hand with sugar along the rim before pouring in various shots of alcohol. “Good for her, she’s been trying to get inside of Jake’s pants for years. Wish it was me, but whatever.”
You have?! Since when!
Heeseung quickly stands up straight, fists clenched at his sides. “Sh-she said that? She told you that?”
“Pftt, it’s obvious. She hardly even keeps in contact with any of us all year except Jake.”
WHAT?!
“Yeah, she’s helped him a lot through this break-up with Ari.” Sunghoon shrugs, mixing his drink. “But from what Jakey showed me, they pretty much just flirt all of the time.”
“What?? Jake’s never mentioned her to me!”
“Probably because you hate her dude.” Jay tips his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to get a look at him. Cocking an eyebrow up with intrigue. “Anytime we so much as say her name you get all pissy and blow a gasket.”
“You’re worse than a girl sometimes.” Sunghoon snorts, joining Jay’s side on one of the pool chairs under a canopy.
Okay. Valid. Maybe Jake would avoid mentioning you if that's the case. He works hard to keep this act up around his friends. Not that it is an act, he really does hate you..
But why would you fail to say anything?! You’ve never once told him you’re into Jake! Not that you would.. whore.
“Dude, you okay? Why are you making that face?” Jay laughs, pointing toward the wrinkles formed between Heeseung’s eyebrows. “Look like you’re about to shit yourself.”
“Shut up.” Heeseung waves him and Sunghoon off, stomping toward the house while sneaking a look back at you and Jake. There’s no fucking way you’re seriously trying to hook up with his best friend, right in front of his face! Even through the water he can see your hands groping over his thighs, lips only an inch away from each other.
Who the hell do you think you are! Probably want him to suffer and watch you flirt with some other guy right in front of him. Not just any other guy but his best god damn friend. The one person he holds above all and trusts with his life.
Jay and Sunghoon think he’s too old to be acting like this?! If only they even knew what the hell you’re up to.
Stomping inside of the house, he paces around the kitchen rubbing at his face. To think he had plans on taking the next step with you this summer. Of admitting something he’s not even sure he wants to be honest about anymore.
“Did the big baby get overheated out there?”
Your voice shatters his stupor, twisting around to find you leaned over the kitchen island with a pleased shit-eating grin on your face. “What are you doing?” He asks flatly, charging to lean over the other side of the counter and meet you half-way. “Or, what do you think you’re doing, huh?”
“I don’t know what you’re going on about.” You shrug, walking around him to get to the fridge. “Came in here to get Jake some ice, everything’s melted down in the cooler.”
“Bullshit.” Pressing against your back, he flattens you against the cool freezer door before you can get it open. “I’m not into this game you’re playing, so stop it.”
“Like I said,” you push back against him, groaning as he uses extra strength to keep you pressed. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“You don’t?” Curling a digit under the strap of your bottoms, he tugs until the material painfully stretches across your rim. Peering down and licking his lips at the way your hips jut back toward him. “This pretty flimsy poor excuse of a swimsuit wasn’t to impress me, was it?”
“Stop pulling at it!” Grabbing onto his wrist, you try to tug him off. Hissing at the friction caused against your core. “I’m serious Hee! It’s expensive.”
“You know what else is?” Letting go of the strap to crack against your hip, he wraps around your waist and turns you fast. Manhandling you into a bent position over the kitchen counter. “What you owe me for that stupid little act out there.”
“Don’t! Jake’s waiting for me!” You wriggle, grabbing at the counter ledge to escape. Firm heavy hands settle against the end of your spine. Locking your lower half in place with his hips pressed securely against your backside.
“Being way too loud, you’re trying to get caught at this point.” Peering outside of the nearest window, his friends seem oblivious to anything taking place outside of drinking and splashing around. “What if Jake sees you like this? Acting like the filthy whore you are. Does he know that side of you yet?”
“Stop.” You writhe against him, squeezing your eyes shut as his nails trace down your back to the swell of your ass.
“Answer me.” The warmth of his palms cups under your butt, shoving up until the fleshy skin folds over on your lower back. “Does he know?”
“No..” you mewl, grip on the counter loosening.
“Why not?” Heeseung tuts, rolling his hips in a circle against your lifted bottom. “Only for me?”
“…mhm..” you admit, full of shame, dropping your cheek to lay flat against the cool marble of the counter. “Only for you.”
“If I leave you marked up right now..” he mutters, sucking in air between his teeth. Pulling off of you an inch to admire how much smaller his hands look trying to knead and squeeze all of your plump backside. “How will you explain what happened to all of your admirers?”
“Please Hee..”
“What are you begging for?” He says mockingly, digging his blunt nails deep enough to hurt but not leave behind more than fading indentations. “For me to fuck you right here?” Bending over on top of you back, he grabs onto your jaw to make sure your eyes find the window. “Want them all to see, don’t you?”
“N-no..”
“Why? Afraid they’ll find out what a slut you really are? After playing this fake innocent act all these years?”
“Hee, come on, this isn’t funny!”
“We both know,” dragging the tip of his nose down your cheek, he bites down on your jawline. Pushing off to pull your bikini bottoms to one side and expose your core. “You love being watched.”
It’s reminiscent of that first time he broke you down in front of all of your friends. Laying here, letting him have his way with you again, excited by the idea of getting caught. “Left me hanging yesterday..”
Squatting down to his knees, he cups your ass, slowly pulling you apart to get an up close look between your thighs. “Don’t tell me you’re this wet because of someone else?”
A pathetic sound comes out muffled with half of your mouth pressed to the counter. Shivering as he purses his lips and blows out warm breaths of air along your middle.
“I asked you something.” Landing a hard smack down on your ass, he grips your hip to stay in place when they jump back.
“Only you.” You mumble quietly.
“Say that shit again, I want them to hear you.” Another rough hit jolts your backside. Bouncing against the counter, digging into your pelvis from the pressure you slam back down with.
“Hee..”
The backyard door creaks open, snapping both of your necks straight and jumping up to stand. Fixing your bottoms into place as Heeseung curses and stands awkwardly by your side.
Jungwon’s dark hair bounces through the corridor to the kitchen not a second later, surprised to see you standing together in the kitchen.
“What’s going on here? You two fighting again?” Jungwon rolls his eyes, pausing to take in the disoriented state both of you are in. “That’s weird.”
“What?” Heeseung asks shortly, jaw clenching annoyed by the interruption.
“Uhm,” blinking down toward the olders crotch, he quickly shakes his head and continues to walk to the bathroom. “Nothing.”
Waiting for Jungwon to disappear from your line of sight, you let out a sigh. Nodding to the huge tent Heeseung’s sporting in his trunks. “Might want to go take care of that before going back out there.”
“Aw man, fuck.” Heeseung lets out a long-winded breath, banging the back of his head against one of the cabinets. “Come to my room later?”
“Can’t.” You say stiffly, pretending to ignore the throb between your legs. “Already told Jakey we could watch a movie together. Anyway, try not to cum inside of your shorts.” Without giving him a chance to respond, you rush back outside to curl up close to his best friend's side under one of the sun umbrellas.
Heeseung takes a few steps ready to chase after you, cursing out when his lower half brushes against the counter. “Fuck.”
He’d ignore how hard the veins lining his cock thrum, engorged and full of blood from the thought of finally getting some and wait a few more minutes until he goes soft, but you just look too damn good in that stupid bikini. Better than you should, flaunting yourself for anyone other than him. This is the second time he’s had to jerk off thanks to you. How stupid of you to think this shit you’re pulling will pay off in the end, unless you’re looking to get fucked close to to death. Two can play hard ball, and he knows he can play much harder than what you’re able to handle.
“Whatever.”
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“I’m always here for you Jakey.”
A smile finally appears, ducking his face as he chuckles softly and reaches for your hand hanging by your hip. “You’ve been too good to me ever since the break-up. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for anything, I’m your friend. It’s my duty to make sure that smile never leaves your handsome face.”
He pauses for a minute, thumb rubbing the back of your hand as he zones out and nods. “You are my friend. She never really liked that, said I’d call this a boys trip just to come out here to flirt with Sunoo’s cousin..”
A swell of hope crashes through your chest when his eyes lift to yours and he smiles large enough for the top row of his teeth to fully show. One of your favorite things about Jake, his blinding smile that you really would do anything to bring out. “Friends aren’t supposed to flirt, right?”
“I wouldn’t even know how to begin flirting.” You pout, exaggerating your blinks. “How would I flirt? Can you show me?”
A clear tinge of red rises up his neck, dropping his head back to let out a howling laugh, inadvertently squeezing your hand tightly. “The idea of you- of all people, not knowing how to flirt is too funny. Don’t make me laugh
“I don’t see what’s so funny about that.” You smirk, leaning in to sway closer to him for your face to only stand a couple of inches apart. “Can’t you teach me how to flirt? I bet you’re real good at it.”
Jake staggers for a moment, smile fading slowly as he takes in your curious gaze. “You really want me to show you? Not just bullshitting me?”
“Mhmm.” You nod, biting down a grin.
Clearing his throat, he straightens, releasing your hand to rest his arm above your head against the door frame to your bedroom. “Say we just wrapped up a first date..” He hums, painting a scenario out for you without breaking eye-contact. “I walk you home, thank you for gracing me with your presence.” He huffs, lip lifting to one side holding back an amused smirk. “And then I stop to look you up and down, just like this.”
Slowly, long dark eyelashes take their time to fan down over his cheeks, tucking his lower lip in beneath his teeth as he passes over your chest. Licking the plumpness filling his pink juicy bottom lip. “And I lean in close enough to feel your breath quickening, to watch your chest rise faster. Making it obvious that I can’t stop staring at you, can’t get enough of your beauty. Really make even second feel like minutes as I admire how gorgeous and sexy you are.”
His voice deepens, re-enacting everything he says until your backs pressed flat against the door, breathing shallowly, gone silent with evident awe all over your face.
“I don’t have to say much..” he pouts slightly, the standard traditional cute pout he always pulls to get his way. His hands lifting to move a loose strand of hair behind your ear, intentionally slowly grazing the shell of your ear. Pleased by the obvious shiver that passes down your body. “I just..”
Taking one more step forward he meets you at eye level, dragging his fingers down your jawline to your chin to pinch, focusing on your lips naturally parting open for him, so inviting.
“Lick my lips,” and he does, dragging his tongue from one side to the other, gaze more sultry and hooded now. “And whisper right here like this..” only a hair’s breadth away, he whispers less than an inch away from your mouth. “And when do I get to see you again?”
Fuck.
Ready to scream, you have to bite down on your tongue when he abruptly pulls away and shrugs, standing up straight. “Works every time.”
“Uhm,” sucking down a dry gulp, you nod rapidly, patting for the doorknob behind you. “I’ll definitely have to try that out sometime.”
Jake backs away, stepping backwards and shooting you a wink. “You’ll have to let me know if it works. Now get some rest, we have a long day by the pool tomorrow.”
You’d swear he hasn’t stopped flirting given the way he spins around and watches you from over his shoulder still stuck in place against your door as if you’ve been hot glued there. May as well be, clenching your thighs in a deathgrip out of fear that the sticky heat pooling your underwear could trickle free.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” You whine once he’s disappeared to the other side of the house. Letting out a long exhausted sigh, you quickly make to enter your room, reaching for the light switch as the door shuts behind you, coating everything in darkness. That’s strang—
“You can’t be fucking serious.”
A roar full of anger charges at you, rasping deep before colliding with your chest, crashing your back against the opposite side of the door you were just fighting to free yourself from.
“Ah, fuck!” You hiss, reaching to rub the back of your head sure to have a walnut sized bump by morning. “Heeseung?? Is that you?!?”
“Who the fuck else would it be Sherlock.” He rasps directly in your face, lodging one of his forearms under your chin until you cough from lack of air.
“Wh-what the hell are you doing?!” You manage to squeak out, slapping his elbow. “Get off of me!”
“What the hell am I doing?!” He growls, nose digging against your forehead. “What the hell are you doing!!”
“Huh??”
“My best friend?!” Heeseung’s screaming, crackling the louder he gets, jerking his arm against your neck to congest your air flow. “Please be fucking serious. I’ve had enough of this shit! You and whatever this is- it ends now.”
“Wh-what?!” You cough, clutching onto his muscular forearm with both hands, struggling to suck in large inhales of oxygen. “I said get off of me, you fucking dick!”
“God you won’t be satisfied until you fuck literally everyone.” Dropping his arm, he gives you no time to recover, manhandling you around to slam you chest first against the door. He scoots up behind you, slotting his covered lower half against yours. The familiar addictive warmth you’ve hungered for since last summer break throbs against your bottom, having to grind your teeth to control an onslaught of whimpers from giving away your arousal. It’s been hard enough to stop yourself from tapping at his door. Having to distract yourself with another cheesy Disney film to watch with Jake until you can’t fight sleep off any longer.
“You’re such a whore, fucking open up your legs for anyone.” Strong hands grip the backs of your thighs, slowly climbing up higher to cup the swell of your ass. “I don’t give a fuck who you fuck. Jay, Hoon, you can even take Won’s virginity for all I fucking care
Pressing in, he flattens to your back, shoving his arm around your neck from behind, cupping your chin to turn your face to the side. “But you will not,” Heeseung breathes heavily against your cheek, licking down to the corner of your mouth. “Fuck him.”
You know by now it’s better to stay silent judging by how riled up he already is after blue-balling him twice now. Rutting against your ass like some starved beast desperate to feed, fuck and kill.
But you both know the real reason you sneak around, fight in front of everyone else, taunt and torment each other. The real reason you glare at him from the corner of your eye and suck on his fingers in private. It’s a game for the two of you, and you’re just about ready to cross the finish line to wrap this up for good. Win or lose, you’re tired of playing.
“Oh yeah? And who’s going to stop me?”
Heeseung’s mouth hangs open against your cheek, hot gaze burning down your face. “Why him. Why him out of everyone?”
“I like him.” You admit, reaching back to dig your nails into his sides. “And I think he likes me too.”
“Fuck you.” He emphasizes with a hard thrust rocking your hips roughly against the door. “You’re only doing this to piss me off.”
“This is going to shock you but my world does not revolve around you.” You huff, smacking at his sides. “So full of yourself.”
“Maybe I am.” He grunts, bicep curling around your throat tighter, dragging his lips up to your ear. “And you? Wanna be full of me?”
Wet eyes roll up to meet his, slowly tucking your juicy bottom lip in to suck on. “Mhm..”
“Don’t play fucking dumb.” He jerks, squeezing his arm around your throat harder. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
“To you? What am I doing to you?” You ask in a cocky tone, jamming your bottom against his groin. “Besides making your dick grow a couple more inches?”
“Best cock you’ve ever taken.” He reminds you. Breaking you down round after round last summer until you were acting brainless, spilling out nonsensical thoughts worshipping him for fucking you so damn well.
Best mouth too, you refuse to add, sleek gaze thinning on him expectantly. “And me? What the fuck am I to you?”
“My whore.” Biting down on your cheek, he tightens the chokehold on your throat even more. Fully stealing your breath and pulling tight until you’re perched onto your tippy toes. “Only mine, got that?”
This is really the foreplay between you, learning early on how much you enjoy being roughed up and dragged around. It’s your thing, what really brings your true self out. And Heeseung’s the only one that’s ever picked up on what you really want in bed. How you dream of being fucked, what makes your cunt slick up. Never even having to ask or confirm if what he’s doing to turn you on is enough.
All he has to do is remind you of how ashamed you should feel, how dirty you really are for giving it up to him so willingly. A little smack to your face, asphyxiating your lungs and spitting in your mouth, that’s all it took to have you groveling for more on your knees. Begging him to slap you with his long thick cock, literally drooling at the sight of it with your hands pressed together pleading for him to fuck your throat.
Each time you’ve hooked up repeats in his mind non-stop. No one else he fucks with back home matches up to how good you take it, how submissively you melt down at his voice. He can’t stop coming back for more, tingling at the thought of getting his mouth and hands back on your body. That’s why you always end up here together, alone in a safe dark place only built for the two of you.
He’ll never admit how much this means to him, how much you mean to him. How much this turns him on, because part of him believes you have to know by now even if he doesn’t do a proper job of showing it. This, these intimate moments with you, bare naked shedding all your inhibitions away one by one, he wouldn’t trade this in for anything in the world.
“Y-yes,” you croak, snaking your fingers around his forearm to create an inch of space. “Yours.”
Mine. Yours.
Yours. Mine.
Forever and always his, because no one else will ever compare. Certainly not Jake, and no fucking bum that tries to earn your attention after him.
The fuzzy look in your eyes that drives him mad sets off a coil in his stomach. Heat invading his chest as he looks over your swollen bitten lips, hazy gaze hooded by lazed eyelids making you even more seductive and enticing. “Made me wait so long for this, you know that.”
It’s a warning for what’s to come, landing a weighted slap down on your ass before he strips off the shorts you have on. Even through the minimal light entering your room from the window, he sucks in a breath between his teeth and gropes over your hips and thighs, scooping your ass to bounce on his palms. “Think you deserve to get fucked after the way you’ve been acting?”
“Y-yes..” you whisper shamelessly, glancing over your shoulder at him. “I deserve it.”
A hint of playfulness in your voice lifts the corner of his mouth up, fast to shake off his smirk. Dropping down to his knees, he wastes no more time to dig his face between your ass cheeks. Dragging the tip of his nose against your wrinkled rim, he breathes in deep knowing you hate when he does that. Mortified and having to look away when he spreads your ass apart to kiss up and down the crevice of your ass.
Tugging his shirt off, he gets back between your legs. Dragging his pouted lips between your slit, sucking small amounts of your arousal onto his tongue. He groans against your core, vibrating up to where you look over your shoulder at him waiting patiently for what he knows you want.
What you want and won’t get.
Pressing firm kisses to your clit and rim, he bites along the perk of your ass. Gently nipping at the fleshy skin, slapping your hips for your butt to ripple against his face. “Shaved your pussy all cute like that for Jake?”
A muffled sound of surprise gets lost in your palm, covering your mouth to hide your shock. “No..”
“Sure you didn't, baby.” Slowly standing back up he litters kisses up your back. Gathering your hair to one side to suck on your ear until you squirm and push against him. Kissing down your neck and biting at your shoulder blade before pulling off, he crosses your bedroom to sit on the edge of your bed. “Get your pretty ass over here and sit that pretty pussy on my cock.”
Outstretching his legs, he nods his chin for you to move quick. Walking on trembling legs to quickly obey him and grab onto his shoulders. Steadily held by your waist as you lower onto his thighs and seek the fat tip of his cock, hissing as it snags along your wet pulsating entrance. “Hurry the fuck up.” He growls, slapping your ass hard enough to echo through the room.
Taking a deep breath, you have to reach down to guide him in. Stomach sucking in as the familiar stretch begins to split you open. It’s been so long, too long since you’ve taken not only Heeseung’s cock, but a cock this fucking thick in girth. Squeezing your eyes shut as a cry pushes out from your lips and the thick head of his size inches in, lighting a fire under your cheeks as creamy wet sounds gush their way up to your ears.
“I don’t have all fucking day.” He snaps, slapping your buttcheeks with both hands even harder than before. Forcing your posture to slump forward, other hand shaking on his shoulder as another inch pushes in.
“S’too big—“ you whine frustratedly, wrapping both of your arms around his shoulders.
“Never too big for you,” Heeseung exhales deeply. “Sluts like you only know how to get fucked.”
Taking it upon himself, he wraps around your waist, bucking his hips up and pushing you down at the same time to fully take in every inch. Burying himself deep inside of you to the brim, coercing your wet arousal to drip down his length and pour down heavily on his sack. He curses between the strangled scream you wail out, wedging each inch in as deep as possible. Dragging his wide length against your tight hot walls with tight rolls of his hips grinding upward. “Fuck that’s it.”
“S’too much.” Already fucking babbling, drooling onto your chin, rolling your eyes shut above him. Nails drag down his shoulders to his biceps, circling his arms for something to keep you grounded to earth, fearful you’ll float away as pleasure builds up.
Winding his arms around your waist tightly, he sucks on your neck. Licking at the sweat pooling its way down to your collarbone. Grunting against your skin hot and heavy as you start to relax around him after minutes of grinding his cock between your thighs. “Take it.” He whispers along your throat, biting down hard enough to leave marks. Slamming his hips up harshly, colliding your ass down on his upper thighs and filling the room with the sound of your damp wet skin clapping against his.
Lack of response drives him to pummel inside of you even faster. Bracing his hands under your thighs to lift you up and down his size easier, he begins to hoist your limpened weight up and down. The stretch around his cock snapping with each pull out to the tip, dragging deliciously through your clenching heat. Wet pussy slickening up and drenching his cock making each glide inside of you easier than the last, clinging sticky arousal down his balls. The skin between his own thighs sloppy with it, one of his favorite parts about fucking you, always amazed by how wet you get for him.
“Always so wet for me.” He pants, exerting more energy to mold your cunt to the shape of his cock. Providing noisy loud squelches with each penetrating hit of his length. It’s always so good with you, the best he’s ever had, as if he’d ever dare to admit out loud. Lost so deep in the heat of your eager tight pussy, he has to bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood to not shout out something he could end up regretting later.
“Fuck you baby, so good for me aren’t you.” He opts to say instead, gaining speed as he moves back to your waist and pulls you down onto his cock faster. His length grazing against each nerve that shoots straight through your limbs, the clap of your ass hitting his thighs deafeningly loud throughout the room.
“Uh-huh,” you croon, panting wildly against his shoulder. “Deep, so deep.”
“Yeah,” Heeseung grinds hot against your most shallow area, the tip of his size kissing your womb. “Greedy pussy wants me even deeper?”
“Y-yes,” it’s impossible to ask for more, drooling down to your chest. Jolting on his cock like a rag doll. The aggressive pace he’s fallen into bouncing your breasts against his chest, creating more heat and sweat all over your bodies. “Please!”
So perfect how much you cry and moan for him, always perfect and good for him. Rasping his own groans out as he possessively grasps your hips and squeezes onto your ass. Hitting you with another succession of slaps before slamming you down onto his complete length. “Fuckfuck!”
“Pleasepleaseplease!” The combination of your pleasured moans sets something off inside of him. Unleashing his need to feel every part of himself buried inside of you. Reaching to secure your thighs around his waist, he shoves off the bed. Knees bent as he uses all of his strength to stand up and haul your body up in the air with him. The arms around his neck scurrying to wrap around him tighter out of fear of being dropped.
Alarmed frightened eyes shoot open to look at him, head shaking before his arms flex out using each and every muscle to impale you down onto his cock once again. Ripping an orgasm right out of you before you can even fully process that he’s standing up carrying all over your body as if you weigh nothing. Rushing a powerful orgasm out of you that spills down to his shins, splattering on the ground around his feet. “Fuck—yes!”
Letting out a deep guttural howling moan, he chases after release. Unbothered by the despaired cries you continuously let out as he fucks your sensitive pussy wide open. Bicep muscles flex large around your thighs and torso, dripping with a sheen of sweat the more he uses his lower half to push up and bury his length deep inside of you with each barreling thrust. Pliant like a good little doll as you get thrown up and down on him the exact way he likes. Aroused all the more by how your cunt still squeezes around him despite the sad broken little pained ‘ow’s’ you whimper between moans. Clumsily still trying to keep your hold on his shoulders through each sloppy wet stroke.
“Fuck!” All Heeseung can do is let out strings of curses. The blunt tip of his cock hitting deep enough to prod the skin under your navel out in this position. Deep, hard, so tenderless, evoking rough brutality with each violent pounding collision of his thighs crashing against your ass.
“Seungie,” you squeak, unable to form a coherent sentence or thought anymore. Toes curled up around his lower back as your thighs weakly flex to keep a tight grip around his waist. “H-hurts!”
The complaint only fuels him to fuck you faster, blinking away the sweat rolling into his eyes, his hold on you tightens. Crashing your weight down on his length to take take and take. All your good for, to take his cock like the fucking whore you are. Merciless with each slap of his full balls landing against your ass. “Gonna fuck you full of cum,” he says with a tight-locked jaw. Spinning on his foot to fall onto the bed with you.
Without missing a beat he reaches for the backs of your knees. Changing the position to keep his cock buried all the way inside of you. Pushing your legs toward your chest and slapping the sides of your thighs in silent demand to hold them in place. “Exactly like that, good little slut.” He says gruffly, hips returning to full on hammer inside of you without anything to stop him. Not the way you cry and scream, letting your legs flop out weakly from your hold when he brings down his thumb to rub at your clit meanly. Scorching another orgasm to flood throughout your body.
“Seungie! P-please! Enough!”
The hot wrap of your pussy around his thick girth is too good to stop. He’d fuck you everyday, keep you sat on his cock even when he’s busy. Trained like his good slut to be ready anytime, anywhere, at any given moment. Drooling down your neck exactly like this, eyes fluttering open and shut as if you can’t believe this is really happening. Chest bouncing up and down so hard, hitting the underside of your chin. The arch in your spine is painful at this point. Struggling to not allow another orgasm to roll through your body as you lay there in defeat and let him have his way with you.
Curling a hand around your throat, he grabs onto one of your floppy legs, throwing your calve onto his shoulder. Drawing out to the tip of his length, he sucks in a wet saliva-coated breath at the site of your beat up pussy. Ripe and dripping for the taking, only for him. He feeds the entirety of his cock back inside your velvety soft wet walls. Dropping your jaw open to let out a silent cry as he full on rails your cunt with abandon.
“Made to take my cock,” he groans huskily, throat burning from this workout of fucking you. Pushing his stamina to its limits. But he can’t stop, won’t stop his hips from slipping his cock in and out. Clutching onto your thigh to control your writhing hips that jump with every sharp thrust that shapes your insides to take only his cock. “Only mine.”
Still gaining momentum, he fucks into you with inhumane speed when you shout that you’re gonna cum again. Garbled by the sobs you won’t stop letting out, sounding more like chanted prayers worshipping the way he fucks you. Hips slap down against your thighs vigorously, fat cock making sure to permanently destroy your pussy, playing out the loudest wettest sounds with each penetrating hit.
“Oh God!” You helplessly cry out loud, back bowing upward. Shooting pain from your lower back up your spine as another orgasm rains down on you. This one nearly shoving his size out from the force of your release. Stuttering his movements enough for wetness to squirt out around his cock, splashing all over his groin and thighs.
“Fuck, so sexy.” He sighs, swiping down to where his cock disappears inside of you. “One more.”
“N-no! No more!” Overwhelmed by pleasure, you can’t even sob anymore. Too short of breath and dizzy, numb between your thighs as he pulls out completely and readjusts your legs to press down the fronts of your thighs to your chest. “H-heeseung..”
“Shhh, one more for me. Only me.” Bracing his hands on the backs of your knees, he shakes off the sweat dripping down his face. Shoving every inch of his length back inside of your swollen used up pussy. Grinding pointed and perfectly right against the spot deep inside of you, the special place only he’s ever been able to repeatedly reach.
In a blur he races to reach his release. Pretzeling your body in half with his knees lifted off the bed, fully mounted on top of you akin to a predator that’s successfully acquired its kill. Circling its prey with hungry ravenous eyes, licking at his canine teeth ready to dig in. He fuck you through each tear, each trickle of drool that slips from the corners of your lips, each pulsing painful grip your cunt gives his cock. Furiously digging his toes into the bed to bury his length to the hilt, his thrust grow sloppy. Grinding into you one last time as his hips stutter and the sudden mind-crushing weight of his orgasm slams into him like a car wreck.
“Fuck, every drop,” he whines, hitting you with one more weak thrust as hot sticky semen floods your pussy. “All of it for you.”
Gasping through his orgasm, you blink the glassy wet away from your eyes. Sent over the edge again by the visual of his jaw hung open above you, filling you full with cum, warming its way through your twitching stomach.
The weak orgasm that hits you still tightens your muscles around his length. Both of you hissing when he tries to pull his overly sensitive cock away from it, dropping your legs to rest on his hips. He collapses to your side, biting down on his teeth as he pulls out with a loud pop and cum follows after him, dribbling down to your ass and the bed.
“Heeseung..” you whine, continuing to tremble through the aftershocks of repeated orgasms. “Kiss me.”
His eyes widen upon your request, staring up at the dark ceiling, still trying to catch his breath. “What?”
“Kiss me, I want a kiss.” You whisper with less confidence, scratching at his shoulder. “Please..”
Heeseung’s eyebrows furrow, eyeing you from his peripheral vision. “I should go to my room, clean off before I fall asleep..”
“What?”
Sitting up, he hops off the bed in search of his clothing. “Yeah uh, it’s getting late.” He mumbles out quickly, hopping one leg into his pants. “I’ll end up falling asleep in here if I don’t get up now.”
“Is that..” You sniffle, sitting up with your arms circling around your chest. “..a bad thing?”
“Well yeah.” Setting your dress onto the bed, he tugs back on his shirt. “What if someone sees me leaving your room in the morning?”
“Because that’s all you care about.” You nod, sucking in your lips to hold in a cry.
“We both care about that, pretty sure.”
“You don’t get it.” You snap, getting up to throw on an oversized t-shirt. “You don’t fucking get it.”
“Get what?” Heeseung glances around one more time to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. Oblivious to the tears that continue to roll down your face as you storm past him toward the door.
“Where are you going?!”
“Leave me alone!” You shout, attempting to slam your bedroom door shut before rushing out down the hallway. Using his chest to halt the wood from meeting the frame, he follows after you, eyes wide and full of panic.
“What the hell is your problem?!” He hisses, fully aware of everyone’s bedrooms that you’re passing by on the way toward the backyard. “Come back here! Let’s go inside!”
“I said leave me alone!” You scream deeply once stepping outside. Running past the pool toward the gate that leads out to the sand and beach. “Go away Heeseung!”
“No! Come on! What the hell are you doing! It’s so late!”
“Then go away! Fuck off! God just fucking leave me alone!! You were going to anyways!”
“Stop!” Finally catching up to you, he latches onto your arm halfway through the sand. Toes burying into the now cooled off grains that scratch and soothe his skin at the same time. “Let’s go back inside, right now!”
“Why! You don’t fucking care.” You spit out, snatching your arm away. “Don’t fucking touch me, please! Leave me alone!”
Heeseung’s jaw hangs loose, staring at you with a look full of confusion and disbelief. “We were having a good time—I don’t get it, what the hell—“
“You were having a good time.” You bark, shoving at his chest. “You.”
“Is this about him? Is this about Jake?”
“You’re un-fucking-believable, you know that?!? Ugh! I’m such an idiot! All of this time I’ve wasted on your ass!”
“What are you yelling about?!”
“Do you even know! Do you even have a damn fucking clue how many times your friends have tried to fuck me! And I still choose you!” Digging through your hair in a furious rage, you bellow out a scream between a sob. The sadness you’ve pushed aside consuming your anger as tears push out in rivlets. “You don’t get it, and I’m the dumb idiot that held hope that you would..”
“Why are you telling me this?! To piss me off even more!” Heeseung’s fist clench, jaw locked tight at the mention of his friends. Who fucking cares if they all want to fuck you. They don’t get to! And that’s the point, you belong to him and only him.
“Oh God,” the sound of waves crashing against sand behind you only spins your head around faster. Trying to fully snap out of every thought and concern you’d locked up because you just liked him too damn much. “I’m gonna be sick. I can’t believe I—I did this to myself. That I let you do this to me!”
“Do what to you?!” Heeseung wishes you’d spit it out already. Rubbing at his temples with his thumb and ring finger, he thinks about earlier. The way you were flirting up a damn hurricane with Jake. “If you want to be with him, fucking say that! Stop dragging me around—“
“Dragging you around?!” You cut him off, shouting nearly demonically. Grabbing your own throat out of shock at your gravelly tone. “You have the nerve! The fucking gull to corner me every chance you get and tell me I am dragging you around?! Oh my God.”
“Listen, you need to calm down.” Holding up his hands as a sign of peace, he startles and jumps back when you slap them out of your way.
“No!” The corners of your lips drag down more, sucking up the tears that won’t stop. Wet sobs mixing between your struggling breaths. “I’m so so stupid. All of this time, so stupid. Wish I hated you so fucking badly.”
“You do..” he should shut up at this point. But he can’t, much like vomit, speech continues to spew from his mouth despite his mind insisting he shut up. “You do hate me. You hate everything about me.”
“Yeah.” Scrubbing your closed up fists down your cheeks, you glare at him with the most pained expression he’s ever seen on your delicate face. Ripping right through his chest with the lack of hope left in your gaze. “I hate this. Hate how I fall for you so easily.”
Heeseung’s mind seems to finally win, digging his hands into his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to grab you. He listens, sealing his mouth shut to finally listen.
“Hate when I feel your eyes on me when you think I don’t notice you. Hate how I have to pretend your jokes aren’t funny. Hate when I do find you watching me, and you look away, even blush. How you smile crooked, how stupid you look coming out of the water with your messy hair sticking up every direction, how your eyes disappear when you smile.” Letting out a long sigh, you cross your arms to hug your chest, shivering from the cool breeze that builds the longer you stand there. “I hate how I smile when I see a new text from you. How nice you smell when you shouldn’t, how your clothes always feels softer than anyone else’s. Hate the way you pout when you talk, how you pretended to yawn during that sappy romance movie we watched last summer when you were actually trying not to cry.”
Heeseung can feel the warmth gathering behind his eyes, desperate to pull a yawn right now for the same reason. He pulls at the inside lining in his pockets, biting down on his lip.
“But mostly, I hate myself, because I tried so hard.” You blink a fresh cascade of tears, bringing your hands up to hide your face. “I tried so hard to pretend to hate you, to avoid this, to not get hurt.”
His mouth opens to speak, throat locked tight by invisible chains that squeeze around his vocal chords. “I—“
“You don’t care.” Shrugging, you wipe at your face and step around him.
“Wait! No—“ scrambling to stop you, he wraps around your elbow. Practically losing his balance in the sand to stop you as his feet dig in for a better hold.
“Leave me alone!” You plead, ripping your hands free of his hold. “Please. Please do this one thing for me, for once.”
As much as it aches and pinches between his chest, he drops his hands, fingers twitching by his hips to stop you.
Dropping your head back, you aggressively wipe at your eyes, turning away from him without another look.
Standing there with his feet surrounded by cooled sand, he watches your figure grow smaller and smaller until you disappear back inside of the house. You don’t want to be around him right now.. he needs to understand that.
Tomorrow. You can talk about this tomorrow when you’re both feeling more level-headed and have had time to cool down. Sinking down to his knees, he pats over the footprints you left behind. Squeezing his eyes shut as the tears he held in finally find an escape and burn down his cheeks.
This feels wrong, in his heart all of this feels so wrong. But for once he’ll do as you say and leave you alone..
Tomorrow, he’ll fix this.
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Sleep never comes.
Not even counting sheep or chewing down melatonin gummies made a difference. Heeseung couldn’t stop thinking about the way you cried and screamed, threw him off and ran away.
You just needed to cool off. The two of you always fight, it’s what you do, and then you fuck and everythings fine again. This fight was different, more intense and left him feeling guilty. With bloodshot eyes he stared at the ceiling for hours thinking of all the different ways he could explain himself to you.
He had fully intended to confess his real feelings to you this summer. Even if it led to getting egg smeared all over his face, embarrassment and rejection. Not as if it’d be anything new, you love to humiliate him..
It’s still early, but he can’t take it anymore. The sound of pots clinking and dishes clattering from the kitchen gets him on his feet. If the guys are already awake and being noisy, you’ll follow in no time. He has to talk to you even if you haven’t cooled off by now..
Pacing in front of your door, he chews at his fingernails. Biting them down to the skin until a few feel raw and burn. He’s psyching himself out, building up the fear of what will happen after he knocks on your door.
“What’re you doing?” Jake groans, draping himself against the wall in only his boxers. Eyes puffy and hair sticking up in every direction. “Why are you walking back and forth?”
“I’m uh,” Heeseung runs a hand through his hair. “Gonna make some coffee, wanted to ask if she wants any.” Coming up with a fast excuse, he points toward your bedroom with his thumb.
“Didn’t she leave already?” Jake yawns, rubbing and slapping his face to wake up.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I woke up to pee a few hours ago,” Jake yawns again, shaking the sleep away with wide wet eyes. “She said bye, had her luggage.” He shrugs. “Something about having to head home early.”
“What??” Heeseung freezes, quickly turning to your door to shove it open. Everything’s gone, the beds made, the closet open and emptied. All of your belongings are gone, as if you hadn’t just occupied the room mere hours ago. “Why would she..”
“I don’t know,” tapping his head against the wall, Jake raises an eyebrow at him. “Can I ask you something?”
“What??” Heeseung’s still in a panic, pulling at a chunk of his hair with a distressed appearance. Why the fuck would you leave?! Without even telling him??
“You know like, years ago? That one time we were all playing chicken.” Jake asks quietly, morning voice still thick and raspy from lack of use. “I thought..” he laughs softly, shaking his head. “I don’t know what I thought, but you know, when it was your turn..”
“What about it??”
“Obviously all of us thought it was uh—you know,” he coughs awkwardly, rubbing over his bare chest self consciously. “Hot. I’ve been with Ari all these years, but I guess I’ve sort of had a small crush I’ve been ignoring ever since that night..”
Heeseung stops pacing in front of your door to glare at his friend. A befuddled expression skewing his face. “What are you trying to say right now?”
“You see, you’re my best friend.” Jake clears his groggy throat again, standing up straight and forcing his eyes to blink his eyes open. “Even so, I know to mind my own business but..”
“Spit it out Jake.”
“Do you like her?” He squints, lip trembling as if he’s nervous to even ask. “It’s just..”
“I do.” Heeseung says between gritted teeth, holding in his breath to calm down. “I do, and I messed up everything. I fucking—fucked everything up.”
Jake nods, patting him on the arm. “Maybe you did, but Laguna isn’t that far of a drive from here.” Adding a nod of encouragement, he squeezes Heeseung’s shoulder.
“But..”
“Don’t bring my car back with an empty tank.” Jake smiles, motioning for his friend to head out. “Keys are on the kitchen counter.”
Heeseung stares at him for a moment, wondering how Jake figured everything out. Mildly guilted by the fact that he’s never shared his feelings for you with him.
“Go.” Jake smiles, nudging him further down the hall. “The bus to Orange County doesn’t take that long.”
“I’ll explain everything later.” Heeseung assures, throwing an arm around Jake before running off toward the kitchen. He hasn’t even had time to shower, eat, drink any caffeine. The anxiety rising in his chest lifts his feet off the ground, quickly waving off his friends that yell at him to slow down as he races past them and snatches up the keys to Jake’s jeep.
There’s no time to waste, assuming that you’re on your way home, he runs to start the car's engine up. Pure adrenaline sets his foot on the gas before the jeeps even had enough time to warm up, rushing out of the streets to get on the freeway.
He hasn’t thought this through at all. Never even been to your house or visited your city once before. What if you don’t want to see him? This will all be a waste of time.
But he has time to waste on you, he wants to fix this, needs to talk to you. Needs you to know how he really feels about you. Last night was more overwhelming than he had anticipated.
He tries and tries so hard to read you, figure out what’s going on in your head. To know if you even see him as more than a quick and easy way to get off..
What if you tell him to fuck off? Leave you alone like you screamed at him not even more than 10 hours ago..
It’s all he can think about on this quiet long drive. Fighting off his emotions and guilt-ridden conscience that continues to replay your tearful eyes. Alone with his thoughts again, his heart that screams out your name.
“This has to be it.”
The big house in the middle of the street with a dusty pink roof, you can’t miss it. That’s how Sunoo described it over the phone when he pulled out of the driveway and realized he had no idea where exactly you live other than knowing you’re somewhere out in Laguna.
And the mailbox, you can’t miss the mailbox. My aunt’s like a hippie, she built it herself to resemble a birdhouse.
Yup. There’s the cute dusty rose mailbox your mom must have made. He nods, messing with his messy head of bed hair that he had no time to even bother fixing before rushing out of the summer house. The drive took nearly 4 hours without traffic. Maybe your bus beat his time, he should ring the doorbell..
God, what if your mom answers?! Or worse, your father?! He really didn’t think this through. He could call you, but what are the chances you’ll even answer him right now.
“I’m such an idiot.” He sighs, sitting down on the steps in front of your house.
Maybe this was a mistake, choosing to impulsively run after you. He fucked up badly, and there’s no way to prove that to you now. Jake would treat you way better than he has, he can’t even be upset about it either. He knows his best friend well enough to know he’d worship at your feet probably even worse than he did with Ari. You deserve to be adored and loved.. all he’s ever done is shown you hatred.
“Heeseung?”
The sound of a car driving off follows, lifting his gaze to find your confused expression looking back at him as your driver pulls off. He did make it here before you..
“What are you doing here.” And you don’t sound happy about it. Speaking with a stiff tone and lack of curiosity, voice laced with anger. Why would you be happy to see him? He couldn’t have really expected that, even if he hoped for it.
“I, uh,” hopping to stand up, he pats off his jeans. Clearing his throat to ward off the tremble that passes through his vocal chords. “You left.”
Looking over Jake’s jeep, you squint, glaring back and forth between the car and back at him. “Did you drive here all the way from Santa Barbara?!”
“Yes.” He says clearly, hands fidgeting by his hips.
“Why.” The stern tone you speak with fails to waver, only emphasized by your stressed features. “Why are you here, why would you do that. And by yourself?! You barely leave the West side! All you ever do is talk crap on the OC. Why would you make this long drive here all by yourself—“
“Because!” He interrupts abruptly, chest tightening up the more you rant at him. “You left!”
“So?!? Why the hell do you care!”
“You—you didn’t give me a chance—“
“Give you a chance??” You repeat in disbelief, eyes blown fully wide. “A chance? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I wanted to let you cool off! So we could start over and talk and I could tell you,” he chokes up, staggering back from foot to foot. Air becomes harder to swallow, shrinking in on himself when you interrupt him again, shouting to the high heavens.
“Talk about what! You said enough last night! Made it pretty fucking clear to me that this is a waste of my damn time! You can’t stand me, think I’m disgusting, clearly just fucking used me!”
“That’s—that’s not true.” He swallows, reaching for his throat. “You, you ran away!”
“And you let me.” With flared nostrils, you shoot daggers straight through his chest. “You think.. you can just show up here, at my fucking house? And what? What do you even still want from me? Came here to get your one last fuck in? Kick me one more time straight through my chest to make sure I never breathe again?”
“I let you say your piece yesterday.” He whispers, unable to meet your gaze. “And you don’t hate me.”
Letting out a short tired laugh, you slump into yourself. Shaking your head in pure disbelief. “Is that it? You won alright. I don’t fucking hate you.”
“Then I did win.” He nods, forcing himself to meet your rage filled gaze. “Because I’ve never hated you.”
“What? You’re going to tell me you’ve liked me all of this time? That you’re just an immature asshole with zero communication skills?” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest angrily.
“I think I liked you before you ever even noticed me..” he admits feebly, lifting the balls of his feet off the ground to stand on his heels. The same anxious habit he’s had for years. “I should have told you, I know. I should have ended this thing we had going on and been honest with you. I have no excuse for my behavior..”
“You really expect me to believe you now? When you could have done something about this last night? When I poured my heart out for you?” As dramatic as you sound, he can’t fault you for it. You have every right to be as angry as you are. He’s only surprised that you haven’t reached out to slap him across the face yet.
“I’m a coward.” Taking a long deep breath, he instinctively clutches at his chest to calm his speed heart rate. “After all this time, I never thought that you’d be the first one to confess. I always thought it’d be me, and I was ready to this summer. I know it’s selfish of me, but with you moving away for university next year, I thought..”
“Thought what?”
“That we could—“ Heeseung can feel the burn behind his eyes, blinking rapidly at the moisture that’s coated his iris. Gnawing at his trembling lower lip to keep as much of a confident facade as he can. He stares ahead, time standing still as he takes in your face. The furrow between your eyebrows softening, the tensions at the corners of your mouth dissipating. Even now he’s afraid of losing you, but hasn’t he already? Does he have a choice besides to let you go now?
“Heeseung.”
“We could try hanging out, beyond summer. That I could take you out finally, and maybe even ask you to be my girlfriend.” His eyes blink shut on that last word, digging a hand into his pocket to wrap around the small velvet bag crushed inside there. “Only if you’d want that..”
Opening his eyes, he can’t stop the few tears that trickle out. Slowly blinking at the wetness clumping his eyelashes together. “Only if you say yes.”
It was never supposed to be this way. Standing here before you lacking the right words to say, failing to his own fear of rejection. “I’ve never hated you.” He nods, patting his upper thigh nervously. “And I’m sorry for pushing you away when I should have been the one on my knees for you.”
Redness paints the whites of your eyes, shaking where you stand with your arms circling around your waist. He’d reach out to replace them if you’d let him.. wrap you in the tightest hug, chest to chest, pulse to pulse. “And I’m sorry that I came here to do this but,” dropping the velvet baggy from between his fingers, he steps closer to you. Dragged by the imaginary weight of the light object that holds all his deepest secrets and fears. “I’m not really sorry that I did.”
“Hee..”
“You deserve to know that I love everything about you.” Wiping at his cheeks, he lets out a pitiful laugh. There’s nothing he can feel ashamed of anymore, and it took this moment to realize that. He had to steal Jake’s jeep, had to drive 20 miles above the limit, had to rush here for this, because this wasn’t how he had planned for this summer to go. You were supposed to have the biggest smile on your face thanks to him, but now here you are, crying again. Tracks of tears staining your cheeks, swelling up your eyes that haven’t had time to fully recover from all of the crying you did last night. He doesn’t deserve to hold pride or carry on a false sense of strength anymore.
“I really fucked up, I think..” tugging the velvet pouch out of his pocket, he holds it out for you. “I think that uh, I wanted to be what I thought you wanted. And I was wrong, I was so wrong. I lost myself a little there when I heard you talking to Jake, I got jealous.”
“Hee,” taking a hold of one of his hands, you only seem to cry harder. Drawing him to stand even closer to you. “I wanted you to be jealous, I wanted you to care about me.”
“Might be useless to say this now, but I care about you a lot.” Heeseung lets out a sigh of relief. Placing the pouch in your hand. “Even if we end things for good, I want you to know that this always meant something to me. That I’ve always liked you and hoped for more.”
“You’re not fucking with me?” You ask, pouting sadly and testing the weight of the pouch in your hand. “What is this?”
“Open it.”
“I’m scared.” You sniffle, hands shaking as you reach for the pouches opening.
“I know you’re going to university up North after summer..” Heeseung sighs, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. “I had plans to change things between us this summer.”
“Hee? What is this?” You pout, a new round of tears trail down to gather in drops at your chin. “Why would you..”
“Because, I really like you.” Clearing his throat, he sets the two silver rings you’ve taken out onto your palm. Swiping the tip of his finger across the engraved writing on the inside. “I don’t know, you might forget about me after this summer. It’s fine.” He shrugs to seem calm. Not actually fine with the idea of you erasing the memory of him. “But I wanted to give you something to remember me.”
“You got this for me?”
“They say the same thing..” he nods, tight-lipped. “This one,” picking up the smaller of the two rings, he lifts the piece of shining jewelry closer to your eyes. “Says.. mine.”
“And yours.”
Heeseung frowns, itching to clean the tears off of your chin before they fall and land on your chest. Aching to find the right words that could ease your pain.
“And the one I’d keep..”
“Yours.”
“And mine, so that you can remember.. I’m yours and you are mine.”
“Are you mine?”
“I want to be.” His throat bobs up and down, gulping to soothe the dryness scratching through his throat. “I want to be yours.”
“So you’ve always liked me?” Fighting off a smile, you bite down on your lip. Sweeping away the mess of tears continuing to run down your face. “When you say always..”
“Ever since the first summer at the beach house when I called you cute.”
“Even after I was grossed out?”
“Even after you were grossed out.” Laughing it off, he picks up your hand with a raised eyebrow. “Can I?”
Meeting his questioning eyes, you nod, watching the ring slide onto your finger. “Heeseung, I hate you, you know that right?”
“You know that I love that, right?” He asks in return, taking the chance to cup your cheeks and clean off the residue of tears. “It’s our thing.”
“It is our thing..”
“So, what do you think?” Biting at the insides of his cheeks, his palms smooth down to the sides of your neck. Eyebrows raised with wrinkles set between, hopeful that the smile forming on your face is a good sign.
“I think.. you drove all of this way to get here.. and my parents aren’t home.” Shyly smiling, you bury into his hold. Cheeks flamed with heat, eyes lowered to stare at the ring hugging your finger.
“They aren’t?” His eyes go wide full of excitement, softly caressing the skin lining your throat.
“Do you want to come inside?”
“Am I about to see your room for the first time?”
“If you want to, do you?”
“Of course!” Heeseung smiles wide, clearing his throat and quickly reeling it in to appear cool. “I mean.. yes.”
“Of course you do,” you tease, nodding for him to follow you inside. “You likeeeeee me.”
Heeseung waits for you to unlock the front door, bouncing back and forth on the heels of his feet. Normally this deep into a conversation with you, his throat would be hoarse from screaming by now. Instead he feels clammy, short of breath; nervously chewing on his lips when you turn to look at him and lean against the door frame.
Relief rushes through him when you pucker your lips together and motion for him to come inside. Somehow this feels like a new start, what he should have made happen sooner than this. Stepping forward, he grabs onto your waist, palms damp as his nerves continue to short circuit.
“I do, I really like you.”
“You know.. I like you a lot.” You reassure, wrapping around his shoulders. “I waited for you even after all of my friends told me to give up and move on.”
“You told your friends about me?”
“Don’t act so surprised.” You snicker, tugging at a tuft of hair above his nape. “You’re kind of a big deal to me, but just so you know.. they all actually do hate you.”
Heeseung blinks slowly, slightly offended and flattered. Admiring how much softer your eyes feel on him, lighting up at the inner turmoil appearing on his face.
“You’ve got a lot of ass kissing to do.”
“Good thing I’m a pro at that already.” He winks, sinking into the way your fingers dance along the back of his neck. This really is different, even the way his heart races and his body reacts to you. But one thing that certainly hasn’t changed is his desires and incessant craving to be all over you.
young, dumb, and full of.. (l. hs, p. sh, s. jy, p. js)
pairing. female reader x heeseung x sunghoon x jake x jay
genre. what in the hentai is this? AU, I don’t know either, multiple partners, M/F, she works hard for the money, pwop
warnings. cnc(do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), explicit smut.. pure filth, profanity, 🎥 and we’re rolling- in public, y/n is a famous pcorn star, hyung line are all pretty terrible, nct side characters, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 8000+
a/n. thank you for 10,000+ followers🩷
smut warnings. it’s porn- literally, it’s supposed to be unrealistic, dom hyung line, chikan(hyung line taking advantage of a sweet little angel on a train, that’s basically it), use of ‘little one/princess/slut/whore/baby’ etc, degradation, groping, fondling, forced handjob, fingering, breast play/torture, mind break, manhandling, spitting, oral, double penetration, anal(going in dry), choking, hair pulling, crying, rough sex, unprotected sex, cum shots galore. enjoy.
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“Pigtails?”
Scrunching your face up, you yawn as you get a look at the minimal makeup on your skin. A little brush of mascara, lipgloss that could appear to be merely chapstick, and a light wash of tint to awaken your tired appearance at this hour.
“Don’t I look a bit..”
“Young?” The stylist behind you cackles, nodding to the call sheet on her vanity. “Did you not read about today’s concept?”
“You know I never bother with looking over those anymore, just do what the boss tells me to do.”
Speaking of- Jaemin shows up right on time with coffee in hand to wake you up for today’s shoot.
“Drink up, you’re going to need it.” He warns mischievously.
“Oh great, is it that time of the month already?” Aggressively stirring your iced cold brew to melt together, you reach for the call sheet. “Another gangbang?”
“You know it.” He hums, waving over your appearance. “Anyway can add some fake braces? She’s supposed to be really innocent and virginal.”
“I could but they may not last through deep throating.” The stylist quips, adding ribbons to your pigtails.
“Who’s working with me today?”
“New guys.” Jaemin leans against the vanity, nodding toward the entrance. “They should be arriving soon, Johnny hand-picked them himself.”
“New guys for a group scene?” You frown.
“They’re no amateurs, and they’ve been killing it with the streams.” He lets you know, diverting his attention to the door opening. “Here they come.”
Four new guys, great. These group shoots can be hard enough with your experienced costars, why the fuck would Johnny choose amateurs for this.
“Guys, over here!” Jaemin shouts, motioning for the four confused men to approach.
Ah the nerves radiating off of them could induce a damn panic attack. Just great. The shortest of the bunch breaks out into a wide smile, dragging his palms down his hips to absorb the sweat that’s collected on them.
“Good to see you again guys,” Jaemin waves, peering over their clothing. “You know, I was going to have you fitted but what you all have on right now could work perfectly for this shoot. If you’re okay with getting a little messy?”
They shrug and nod, taking in what each is wearing. “I would have tried a little more if I had known..”
“No no this is perfect.” Jaemin snaps, waving over the four. “This is even better than my original idea. The four of you look like hooligans.. menaces to society.”
“Oh that’s great.” The one with the big smile chuckles nervously, heavy Australian adding charm along with the continuous way he bounces on the balls of his feet. “We’re the bad boys in town.”
“That’s right, and the star of the show,” he turns back to face you, proudly framing your face to display a prize. “She’s the good girl, never been kissed, hasn’t ever taken a cock.” Peering over his shoulder, he winks at them. “Which we all know is a fucking lie.”
“Jaemin.” You whine, adjusting the robe that’s been slipping from your shoulders. “So the new boys are here to cause trouble?”
Their ears perk up faster than dogs when a can of food gets cracked open. Four alert eyes widen, throats bobbing up and down. “There’s that look, we have some fans here I see.” Jaemin chides. “You’re all familiar with the legend then.”
“Uhh,” mumbled sounds and a few whispered ‘yeah’s meld between the four, shifting their gazes away.
“Don’t be shy, you’ll be getting to know each other from the inside out soon.” He winks again, motioning for them to step closer.
“You’re so vulgar.” You sneer, pinching his exposed bicep.
“Are you not the one with a golden dick award for most impressive anal gape sitting on your coffee table?”
“Right next to my starlet of the year.” You smirk, returning your attention to the four newcomers forcing their nervous smiles to not chatter.
“Nice to meet you guys, welcome to the team.”
“I’m Jake,” that smooth accent comes out more confidently now, despite the tremble racking down the hand that he holds out for you. “It’s an honor to have this opportunity to film with you.”
“I like him, he’s respectful.” Shaking Jake’s hand, you ignore the ‘for now’ Jaemin whispers. Turning to the next who introduces himself at Jay, more quiet and cold when he bows with his hands clenched behind his back.
“Sunghoon.” A sharp smile follows, bowing his head before taking your hand. “Very excited to work with you.”
The last of the group holds the most intense eye-contact, sleek gaze carrying a silent confidence as he takes your hand and lays a kiss against your knuckles. “My name's Heeseung, really hope we get to work more together in the future.”
“Wow, must be my lucky day.” You flirt calmly, scanning them up and down. “Maybe Johnny knew what he was doing.”
“Yeah, Heeseung here hit 500 million viewers on stream last week.”
“Wow that’s a lot.” You say surprised, taking time to look him up and down. “You must be giving them something worth watching.”
“All of them do really good in the polls too.” Jaemin continues, pulling on a hat that he insists on wearing while filming and directing. “Should be a really good video outcome, I think our audience is ready for some fresh meat. Specifically to watch you get pounded by some new blood.”
“Look up vulgarity sometime.” Rolling your eyes, you lean back in the makeup chair. “Should I get dressed now?”
“Yeah, let’s get this going soon. Don’t want to lose light and have to make it look less authentic.” Whispering to the stylist, he instructs to keep your school uniform a bit unrealistic, slutty. This is porn afterall.
“Boys, come with me. We all have to earn our stripes here unless you’re the one taking cock.” Ordering the new group to follow him to set, you smile and wave them off. The tallest one, Heeseung, pursing his lips at you before heading off.
“He’s trouble.” The stylist says with raised eyebrows.
“You know the rule, no fucking outside of work.” You sigh, moving to the rack of clothes to be fitted.
“And I know those rules get broken around here.”
Brushing off that comment, you adjust the plaid skirt hugging your waist tightly, dragging out a pair of white cotton panties. The look is supposed to be innocent of course, even if the skirts far too short to cover up the bottom half of your ass. Leaving the top buttons of your blouse open to show-off cleavage, you pull on knee high socks and loafers. It’s the typical naive sweet innocent school girl look- perfect for this scenario.
“You got a real bus for this?” Entering the set , you fix the backpack straps on your shoulders, walking up to Jaemin. “Talk about budget.”
“We’re big time now, and also it was the cheaper option.” He notes, messing with the camera lens. “Building an entire set would have wasted time.”
“Alright, what’s the rundown?”
“Right,” he stands up straight, fixing his cap again. “Come here guys.”
The four stand up and huddle together, most trying to avoid looking at you. “Obviously we’re filming a chikan scene, so don’t worry about acting much. I just need you to fuck. We want cock sucking, a lot of groping, cover her mouth.” Motioning to you, he cups your jaw to use you as a prop. “I expect you to cum multiple times too, on her face, tits, ass, panties, make a fucking mess alright?”
Panic fills their faces as they nod along. You’ve become more than used to this after working under Jaemin’s directions for the past year. “I’ll have to intervene once in a while to change your positions for certain shots, we like to get some up close point of view ones. The viewers really love that, but for the most part I want you to do your thing.”
Letting you go, he directs where you’ll start off outside of the bus. “You’ll see her standing alone on the platform looking clueless, headphones on, playing on her phone, completely dumb and oblivious to her surroundings. That’s when you’ll set the plan in motion,” he points at Heeseung, fingers snapping. “You, the big one, you’ll be the ringleader. You’ll see her first, and tell your buddies that this is your conquest today. That’s when you’ll corner her on the bus and start harassing her, threatening her to succumb.”
Sunghoon hides a pout fast when Heeseung gets chosen. “We all get to fuck her right?”
“Of course.” Jaemin assures. “And don’t hesitate to stick it in her ass, use the fuck out of her. I want a lot of footage for this one.”
“If I can’t speak up I’ll pinch you to stop.” You add, knowing they’ve gone over the rules and do’s and don’ts with Johnny before being allowed to participate in one of his productions.
“Yeah, she’s a pro.” Jaemin, being the proud director he is, flicks your chin. “No one in this industry can take cock like our little princess.”
“Well, when you put it that way, I can accept your vulgarity.” Doing a quick spin on your foot, you bounce excitedly. “I’m ready to go, oh and I’m all prepped too so don’t focus on foreplay too much.”
“We won’t be having a closed set today either, the extras will be coming in just a minute here so try not to focus on them. Concentrate on the scene, I want it to feel really raw and gritty. We’re here to make a depraved masterpiece, got it?”
Heeseung claps his hands, nodding, shooting a thumbs up at the director. “Won’t let you down.”
“Good, because if you do,” Jaemin grins manically, stepping back to get behind the camera. “Those contracts will be altered.”
It must be so nerve wracking to be a male performer entering the adult industry. All you had to do was fuck your boss on camera and you were the companies new starlet by the next week.. but then again, you’re being sold for much more than just your body. It’s all about the face, the moans, the pretty way you cry, how many dicks can be stuffed inside of one of your holes. Even the pigtails currently styled in your hair can make or break a scene. Whereas a man is simply viable for his giant cock- their careers in this world hold more longevity even if their pay hardly compares to yours.
Luckily you’ll never have to experience that, all you have to do is ride cock and look good enough to make horny losers cum off that alone.
“Let’s get some shots of you first.” Jaemin instructs, filming you walking around with your favorite playlist turned on. Carelessly twirling your hair around your index finger as you walk back and forth in front of the bus doors and place one foot in-front of the other to walk along a painted line.
“Pose right there, a little concern in the face.”
Furrowing your eyebrows, you peer over your shoulder as if a group of feral young barbaric men are ready to eat you up when they see you turn and reveal the bare backs of your thighs. White cotton underwear tucked beautifully between your ass. The four onlookers watch you work, already building up a sweat off the way you taunt and tease the camera alone.
“We’re really doing this.” Jay mutters, stealing a sneaking look at Jake next to him. The other dryly swallows, adjusting his dick to press against his stomach under his belt.
“I really wanna fuck her.”
Sunghoon says lowly behind his hand, doing his best to ignore the extras that walk onto set. Harder to ignore when he estimates more than 30 men have entered the small area.
“Let’s do our best, can’t be too different from jerking off on live in front of millions of strangers.” Heeseung encourages his friends, having met them when joining the streaming company a year ago that called for attractive young men desperate to make good and fast money.
“Hee’s right, this is our big break.” Jake adds, straightening up when Jaemin points at the four of them.
“Enter from over there and make your way to the platform.” Yelling loudly, he gets everyone on set in order before calling out ACTION!
It’s time to turn it on, what you’re really known for. Connecting with the camera in a way that allows your fans to feel like they’re the ones getting to fuck you. That’s what they love about you, what keeps them coming back to your videos when they need a quick nut.
It helps that Johnny insists on only hiring attractive men to participate in his videos. Who doesn’t love to watch good looking people fuck? That’s why you made it a priority to audition for his company above any other.
It’s hard not to get excited when you can feel four sets of eyes watching you, following each and every small step you take waiting for the bus to arrive. Each of them are too good looking in such unique ways. Jake has that eager to please smile, bright eyes that look ready to grant you any wish. Jay with that sharp jawline, straight nose and dark lethal gaze, terrifying how one look from him could scorch your feet to the ground. Sunghoon, clearly the perfect one, not a single minuscule flaw on his gorgeous face, built as if he came straight from a Ken doll manufacturing company(but well equipped with Ken’s missing part).
And Heeseung, the one with looks that could kill. Quickly you lock eyes with him before twisting away and anxiously swallowing. The short memory of his soft lifts grazing your knuckles tingles up your spine, thighs tightly pressing together where you stand recalling the way he peered up at you. That indescribable look behind his eyes that made your gut coil, spiked fear and a rush of arousal all at once. Of course he’d be appointed the main, his energy alone could get you on your knees faster before he could even finish bellowing out the order to do so.
It’s fitting how exhilarated and uneasy you feel, perfect to build up what’s about to happen as soon as you enter this bus.
The four boys appear on camera looking exactly the way Jaemin envisioned. A group of delinquents decked down from head to toe in baggy clothes, worn hoodies, ripped jeans, bulky shoes covered in scuff marks from running around and eating shit off a skateboard. They look ready to get up to no good, emphasized by the way Heeseung nudges into Sunghoon’s side and nods toward your unaware figure. His chin tipping in to whisper and signal for Jay and Jake to follow their lead.
From a viewers standpoint, this is the norm. An average after school activity of illegal reckless teenage behavior. Because this is such a busy route at this hour, more than easy to get away with murder in broad daylight amongst a full cart.
Motioning to his friends, they make their way to get behind you. The headphones in your ears keep you clueless to the scheming taking place only a couple of steps away. Two men barricade your sides as you enter ahead of the rush onto the bus, ushered to the furthest back corner as too many pile in and force their weight to fit in, rather suffer the time squished together than wait longer for another ride.
Jake and Jay manage to stay by your side despite the pushing and shoving to enter, keeping a close position next to you with their arms reaching up to grab onto the metal bars nearby. Sunghoon speaks silently with one look, shoulder to shoulder with Heeseung where they stand in front of you blocking your view of the rest of the occupants. It’s perfect on screen, a successful trap to leave you with no way to escape.
The fear written all over your face only amplifies how terrifying all of this is for you. Grasping the straps of your backpack tight enough to leave indentations against the insides of your fingers, nibbling your bottom lip with your gaze trained on the pairs of shoes facing you. Swarmed by the scent of hair gel, cologne, minty mouthwash each time Jake breathes against your ear. It’s torturous to wait for the cart to fill up with each of them taking in your appearance, nodding in approval to each other that you’ll do just fine right now. A birds eye view gets the perfect shot of how small you look surrounded by them, helpless, a little prey counting down the seconds for your predators to pounce.
The shift of the cart has you stumbling forward, cheek crashing against Sunghoon’s chest in front of you. His tongue clicks disapprovingly, shoving your shoulders back to launch you into Jake’s chest who took the opportunity to stand in your place. Further suffocating you between their warm worn down clothing.
“You should be careful little one.” His accent sounds huskier whispering against your earlobe, hands finding your waist to hold you in place.
“Ah-it’s okay,” you attempt to shimmy away, gripped tighter to not let you budge.
“Stay your pretty little ass right there.” He says shortly, wrapping an arm around your torso to press you flat against him, his other hand rushing down to bunch the side of your skirt together. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be walking around like this by yourself?”
“You’re lucky we ended up on here with you.” Jay’s deep tone speaks quietly from your side, moving close to place his palm under Jake’s arm. “Imagine some of these old motherfuckers had gotten to you first and taken advantage of you.”
“He’s right.” Jake huffs against your ear, lips smoothing down to your earlobe. “Count your lucky stars that it will be us using you however we please instead.”
The same hinted at panic that had been worrying your face implodes, opening your mouth wide to call out for help only for Sunghoon’s palm to slap down and cut you off. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
The muffled cry for help still manages to make it far enough for the hidden microphones set up around you to catch, something the viewers will really enjoy as your struggle begins.
Jake squeezes in even closer somehow, breathing right into your ear as he scratches down your upper thigh. “I’m a big fan.” He whispers extra quietly, eyelids low. “Can’t wait to cum inside of you.”
Fuck. It’s a good thing Sunghoon has a grip hard enough to leave fingerprint marks behind over the lower half of your face. Having to wrinkle your eyes shut to stop them from rolling up, you’d moan given the chance. Risking this moment on the clock to admit that only makes the wetness trickling from your cunt rush out faster. Panties completely soaked through before you’ve even been properly touched.
“I don’t know.” Jay chuckles softly, grazing his palm lower to cup between your clenched thighs. “I think she seriously can’t wait for us to use her.”
“Is that right?” Sunghoon glares at you viscously. “Here I thought we found ourselves a nice innocent little virgin. What type of virgin gets wet from this, huh?”
“Nah, she’s soaking.” Lifting his hand up between your bodies, Jay shows off how glossy you’ve left his palm, further setting in how humiliated you should feel right now.
“What a darling angel.” Jake remarks, nibbling your earlobe between his plump lips. “Only a virgin could get that wet so easily. We’ve barely started with you.”
Sunghoon’s palm loosens off your mouth, dragging an index finger down the middle of your lips. “If you scream, I’ll make sure you never make another sound again. Got it?” He smiles, charming and handsome, but the sadistic tone he speaks in can hardly go unnoticed. Softly nodding, you whimper when Jake digs his blunt nails into your upper thigh, dragging them up to scratch at the hem of your pantyline.
“Don’t be so mean,” he laughs raspily. “We can play nice if she cooperates. You’ll be a good girl for us right sweetie?”
Heeseung clears his throat, grabbing onto Sunghoon’s shoulder to tug him closer and whisper something. The same dark observant gaze traces over your face as his lips move, no doubt issuing orders as the leader of the crew. Nodding, Sunghoon reaches for his phone, angling the camera at your face before you can look away. “Let’s see that pretty smile.”
“You heard him.” Jay says annoyed, clutching your jaw to force you to look ahead. The sight of sharp teeth behind the phone twist your gut, wondering if he’ll leave bite marks behind to admire tomorrow when you roll out of bed after no doubt using half of the day to recover. “Give us a smile.”
“So cute baby.” Jake hums, dragging his fingers under your panties.
“That’s a face I won’t forget anytime soon.” Sunghoon says menacingly, turning the phone around to display the photo. “None of us will.”
The silent threat is meant to keep your tongue hidden, lips trembling as you take in the distraught look on your face. Jake smiling over your shoulder, Jay leaning in with his nose dug into your cheek allowing his sharp jawline to shine.
“That’s a good girl.”
“Bet you’re always on time for class, never tardy.” Jake adds onto Jay’s commentary. The three of them throw out more degrading words as Heeseung stands guard with his arms crossed over his chest, stoic expression unwavering.
“All these books.” Sunghoon grins, spilling your belongings from the backpack they managed to remove from your shoulders along with the embroidered uniform blazer you had on. “Real studious huh? Top of your class and shit.”
“Hope that means you’re a fast learner.”
Jake maneuvers you to face Jay, dipping his hand deeper inside of your underwear to cup your cunt. “Fuck you’re seriously dripping.”
Muffled whimpers escape under Jay’s burning gaze, sandwiched between the two making fast to feel up your body. The undone buttons give easy access to pop the rest free, one ripping off and hitting one of the cameras like a pingpong.
“That’s a money shot.” Jaemin whispers from his chair, chin in hand while focusing on the scene unfolding. Johnny was right, these new guys hardly needed any type of assistance.
“Can’t believe you can even fit these inside of that uniform.” Jay licks at his lips, rolling your flimsy bra down under your breasts to release your naked chest.
“Please don’t—“
“Shut the fuck up.” Sunghoon laughs breathily. “I don’t care how fucking cute you sound begging. Don’t make a God damn scene.”
“Don’t be shy baby.” Jay nearly salivates, slowly ducking forward with his eyes trained on your face. Pleased by the tears that have begun to well up at the rims. “These fat tits deserve to be seen.”
Soft lips wrap around one of your nipples, biting down roughly until it fully hardens. Jay’s mouth switches back and forth between your breasts, pinching and rolling whichever stiffened little bud his mouth can’t occupy. “Fuck you’re shaking so much.” He mumbles, continuing to assault your tits until the soft wrinkled flesh around your nipples swell. The stimulation shooting waves down to your knees until they lock and you fully slump back against Jake.
“Think she’s gonna cum from this alone.” He speaks up from behind you, amazed by the amount of wet arousal filling up his palm. “Fuck, I need to get inside this pussy.”
Biting down on your shoulder, his chest buries against your back to keep you held up. Freeing himself from the confines of his baggy jeans enough to get them just beneath his ass. He drags your ruined panties to one side, bending at his knees to shove his length against your swollen folds. “Holy fuck.”
“Don’t fuck her without me.” Jay murmurs, mouth too busy leaving teeth marks and bruises on your chest.
“N-no please!” You shriek as Jake ruts against your cunt, hard cock spreading your chubbed folds open. The glide seamless thanks to the amount of slick pouring from your hole.
“That’s it.” Sunghoon grits loudly, bringing his palm back over your mouth. “Clearly you can’t listen for shit. You know what that makes you?”
“A bad girl.” Jake moans all too pleased, humping against your backside to fully soak his cock with your juices. The head smashing against the front of your underwear, stretching out the worn down cotton material with each rough push.
“And do you know what happens to bad little whores like you?” Jay kneads your chest, spitting at your breasts until they gleam with saliva. “They get fucked, hard.”
“N-need to fuck her right now.” Jake whines, holding down a hiss by biting down on the back of your neck.
“Then fuck her already.” Sunghoon growls quietly, grabbing your hand to rub up and down the thick bulge protruding from his sweats. “We don’t have all day.”
“Keep these on.” Jay whispers heavily, yanking on the sides of your underwear until they stretch painfully and cut into your skin, pushing out the fleshy meat to shape the curves of your ass.
A camera angled beneath your bodies captures everything perfectly, from Jay’s hand sweeping between your thighs to glide Jake’s length between your folds, to the aggressive way he hauls one of your legs up for easier access, visibly digging the tips of his fingers into your sensitive flesh.
“Oh fuckkk,” prodding the tip of his cock inside, Jake’s neck loosens letting out a long-winded groan. Eyes clenched shut as he inches in and Sunghoon maintains fierce eye contact with you, hiding a smile when your tears break and roll down to dampen his hand.
“Tighter than a fucking virgin.”
“Is she?” Sunghoon questions, leaning in closer to whisper. “Can’t wait to ruin your tight pretty cunt.”
Gripping onto your wrist harder, he forces your hand up and down over his bulge. The three of them close in on you until you feel like you can no longer breathe without inhaling their musky scents. Sweat mixes with the cologne and body wash clinging to their skin, each of them taking long showers to scrub down clean and smooth before their debut shoot. “The harder you try to put up a fight..” he hisses, unleashing his fully aroused length. “The harder I get.”
“It’s so fucking cute how you keep whining.” Jake agrees, building up a rhythm, hip bones crashing against your ass. “Seriously, I was so nervous.” He speaks extra quietly into your ear, panting short breaths between each word. “But you’re so fucking hot I’m losing my mind.”
The desperation dripping off his tongue causes your knees to buckle, gripping Jay’s chest with your free hand as Sunghoon’s much larger one forces you to wrap around his stiffened girth. Thick heated up flesh swipes back and forth against your palm, jerked forward by Jake’s eager thrust. The whole scene screams delinquent horny young men, as dark the whole scenario is supposed to come across, you can already sense a hit being made. Streams exploding, purchases breaking numbers, the four becoming regulars on future sets that could easily become highly favored by fans.
Hands swarm from your ass to your chest, Jay’s mouth working mercilessly until your breast look pained enough to burst. The nipples ramrod hard, bitten over, skin swollen and puffy around. With an all too pleased gleam passing his gaze, he reaches between your thighs to tease your hardened nub. Using the same effort to raise you onto your toes, digging deep into the cute faux-leather loafer with one leg dangling in the air hooked over his flexed arm.
“You’re seriously such a whore.” He hisses, expertly grazing your clit between two digits. “Getting off to this, aren’t you?
“Uh-huh—“ you manage to mumble dumbly. Rocked back and forth onto Jake’s fat girth. Sunghoon controlling the way you jerk him off, and Jay torturing your clit into a frenzy. The heat budding from between your thighs rises, coiling from your gut to your sternum, chest caving in.
“Cut cut!” Jaemin screams out loud abruptly, instructing everyone to stay put. “I need a good shot of this.”
Controlling the camera above your head, he works the crane to get closer. The shot aimed at the dead look behind your eyes, the typical dumb porn slut look. Only yours is special, what you’re most known for. The eye contact you manage to grab the viewer with through the camera, almost as if you’ve caught a peeping Tom. But instead of appearing angry or upset, you welcome them into this fantasy, living out every perverse sensation and need. This is the shot that breaks the third wall, removes any sense of guilt and reminds you that this is just porn and you should absolutely be getting off right now.
“Rolling!” He howls out, focused on the screen that’s zoned in on your sultry lust-filled gaze. The enjoyment behind the corners of you tweaked up lips, the tip of your tongue dragging across your teeth. Neck arched back allowing Sunghoon’s to grip around your throat, his palm starkly large and veiny in contrast to your delicate décolleté. It’s perfect and beautiful on screen, but really the best view for Heeseung.
Watching on this entire time, he could rip out his tongue by now. Suffering the more he waits and waits and waits. Balled up fist hidden inside the sleeves of his hoodie to keep a cool and calm stature. He knows it will be worth the wait after all this anticipation. Johnny had said when they finished all the paperwork and finalized contracts that most likely his first scene would be with you. Standing here now made it all so surreal, washing his mouth with spit the heavier his tongue grows, in disbelief at the display before him.
It’s a new feeling to get hard watching over his friends have their way with a girl he knows they’ve all beat off to numerous times. None too shy to drop links in the group chat to videos they deemed great for a fast stroke sesh, your face often appeared.
The same face fighting back pleasured moans, forcing your forehead to wrinkle together and scrunch your nose in disgust as tears roll down your cheeks. If he even accidentally brushed his dick up against something right now he’s sure he’d spill over and ruin his briefs.
“Taking cock real good for a virgin aren’t you?” Jay smirks, pushing a finger in alongside Jake to stretch your hole open further. “He looks ready to explode back there.” Wasting no time to add another finger, he jokingly nods to his friend behind you. Tongue lolled out, slobbering over his chin like some starved animal. He thrusts deep, feeding you each inch of his big cock. “I’m going in, cover her mouth good.” He mumbles, chin pointed at Sunghoon.
The taller agrees, dipping his index and middle finger in past your lips. “Hope your mouth’s better than this shit handjob.”
Stretching his digits out as much as he can inside of you, he grunts and pulls out, using the wetness clinging to his skin to coat his cock. “Relax.” He hisses softly, gripping around the middle of his length to force the tip in past your filled hole. The prodding has you kicking off the floor, foot dangling in the air with gurgled yelps emitting around Sunghoon’s fingers.
The position Jay’s managed to get you in makes the glide less painful, giving your entrance a few jabs before finally popping the tip of his cock inside. Wrinkles dig into the skin around his eyes as he passes along his friend's slippery length. The two releasing deep guttural groans when the tips meet inside of you.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jake moans out raggedly, sounding torn by the grip that blankets around him with Jay’s cock nudged up against his. They move in opposite motions, Jay pulling out whenever Jake thrusts back in, the friction budding against your inner walls pinching at a tense heat in your stomach. Wrapping your lips around the fingers in your mouth to cut off a scream, you suck, hand lazily continued to be dragged by Sunghoon’s grip. His deep breaths resonate from your side, not as desperate as Jake’s blowing into your ear, but loud enough to pick up on.
“G-gonna cum.” Sunghoon says behind pursed lips, stripping your hand off his size to force his cock between you and Jay. “On her panties.”
“God damn.” Jay wouldn’t believe it given any other moment, not being the first time he’s ever fucked with the same girl his friends have. Kissing the backs of his teeth, he slows down to blink the blur away from his eyes and watch as Sunghoon tugs at his cock roughly, white strings shooting out onto your mound and the base of his own length.
It should be gross to feel his friend’s warm gooey cum drip down to his balls as he bends his knees to throw you up and down on his and Jake’s swollen members, but he can’t deny the way his sack tightens up. Eyes rolling back letting out a howl that would without a doubt grab everyone’s attention on a full train in reality.
“Fuck—I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming.” Jay groans, deep and rumbled. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders for better leverage to really make these last few sloppy thrusts count. Each aim of his slimy wet cock more frantic than the last, the friction of Jake’s size rubbing along the underside of his making his head spin faster. Between the grip on your waist from behind, you get bounced between the two of them. Hole stretched impossibly wide, ripping at the hair lining Jay’s nape to calm your need to shout.
Their ministrations are ruthless, running after sweet release in tandem, unbothered by the muffled shrieks emitting from beneath Sunghoon’s hand.
Jake’s garbled uh-uhn-uh’s puffing against your ear twists through your brain, eyes rolled back desperately dying to get out a scream. Another wave of hot pleasure spills as your resistance shatters and you lick at Sunghoon’s palm, finally letting out a high-pitched scream.
“Take it.” Jay growls huskily, pumping his cock in deep despite Jake’s whining. He slams in one more time, shoving his seed deep enough inside to paint your cervix with the mess.
Slapping at his chest, Jake shoves him away with one hand, fully taking advantage when his length slips out and he has complete free range to go wild inside your pussy. The little pained sounds he’d been letting out turn gruff, belting your waist to drag you up and down his size. The slip and slide on and off his cock even easier with Jay’s load coating him. He pants harshly along the column of your throat, letting out a shattered shout when the first flick of hot tongue laps against the underside of his size.
“Oh shit.” He simpers between grinding teeth. Jay looks up, from between your thighs, tongue dragging aimlessly from your clit to the thick girth burying inside your stretched hole. Sweat and wet slick meld together down his nose, lips dripping with a bit of his own release as he kisses along your pussy folds angrily wrapped around Jake’s cock.
“Shitshit—I’m gonna—c-cum,” he stutters, trembling against your back. The grip on your waist loosening as he topples over.
“Move.” Sunghoon sounds near demonic, throwing an arm around your waist to snatch you away from the two. Ripping you off Jake’s length too fast, cum pours down your inner thighs, hole rapidly convulsing open. “Shhh, shut the fuck up.”
His reputation of being mouthy on stream precedes him, shoving you down onto your knees roughly between curses. “You wanna get caught acting like a fucking whore?”
“Nuh—no,” you shake, giant watery eyes blinking up pleadingly. Biting down harshly, his jaw twitches, resisting the urge to crumble and drag you back up. No one’s made a proper mess of your pretty face yet, and he’s not one to disappoint.
“Didn’t think so.” Pushing his sweats lower, he strokes his length back to full hardness. Sliding the width down the middle of your face, slapping the meat against your cheek until your mouth pops open. “Gonna fuck your little virgin ass.” He grins, popping the tip in and out between your parted lips. “So you better get me all nice and wet, or it’s going to hurt you real bad baby.” Resting the weight of his cock between your lips, he reaches for your pigtails to pull on. Using them like handlebars to hold onto and feed his cock in and out. Pulling the strands of hair between his digits each time your teeth barely scrape along his size.
Subtly reaching beneath yourself to glide the plug free from your hole, you agree to whatever he keeps spewing on about. Lapping up every inch, spitting out globs of messy saliva with a pained expression as if it disgusts you to do as he says. Half torn by your attraction to each of them and by how immoral and wrong this is all supposed to be.
“Never sucked a dick in your life have you?” He spits, looping under your arms to pull you onto your feet. Pressing the center of your chest against a pole, it’s clear for anyone watching at home in the future now that you can easily be seen by the other train occupants. It’s not as if you’re aiming to win an Oscar for best motion picture, maybe an Adult Video nomination for best gangbang at best.
“Nice and open for me.” He huffs against your ear, all of this being picked up by the microphones hidden around. Jaemin would have their horny fanboying edited out later before final production. “Exactly how I like it.”
The shot of the fat tip of his reddened girth testing your rim would make anyone cum by this point if they haven’t. Despite prepping yourself prior to entering the set, he’s big, as expected based on Johnny’s hiring requirements. The bulbous cockhead burns, splitting past your asshole, gripping onto the back of your waist to further arch your ass out. He hisses the whole way watching with intense burning focus as you suck in every last inch.
Hiding his face away against your shoulder, he blinks in a rush, chest trembling against your spine. “Fuck, you’re seriously so tight.”
To mess with him, you subtly circle your hips. Eager to see if he’s all talk after cussing you out to shut up over and over again. “Come in, give me that dick. Ruin my hole.”
Sunghoon has to bite down on his lip to not let out the most pathetic moan. Clutching your waist tightly as he draws out to the tip and repeats the same motion. “Keep talking like that..” he mumbles, going in faster with each thrust. “I’ll seriously never let you walk again.”
“Yeah? Then do it.” Bending lower, the sight before him becomes even more obscene. Plaid skirt flipped all the way up. Ruined white cotton panties stretched out to one side. Cock throbbing pink with raging veins burying inside of your ass.
“Nasty fuck hole.” He growls, slapping your exposed buttcheek. “Fucking whore taking all of it.”
The way you bend completely, ass up in the air for him to use makes his stomach twist. Muscles twitching under his shirt as his hips crash down and your backside ripples upon impact. He can’t pretend that the most revisited window living amongst his incognito tabs isn’t your first on-screen anal. Allegedly the first time you’d ever taken it up the ass, he even has his favorite timestamps memorized for those days he needs to get off in less than 10 minutes. Clasping onto your buttcheeks, he pulls them further apart and slowly sinks in deeper.
Exactly like that part at 13 minutes and 37 seconds when the camera zoomed in on your obscenely stretched out rim, only better because his dick looks so good buried deep inside of your ass.
“Get up.” He rumbles lowly, arms wrapping over your chest. The sudden impact of his hips slamming against you cutting off your breath. Using one of his arms to circle your head, he traps your neck in a firm chokehold. Ramming his dick in deep, the glide in and out smooth with precum bursting from his tip. The warm heat gripped around him mind boggling, more euphoric because he’s been here in fantasies. He’s fucked this ass in place of his palm, but the real thing could only ruin him forever.
“Fuckfuck.” Sunghoon grits thinking about it. Bicep flexing large and cutting off your breathing the tighter he coils around your throat. Cock twitching between your ass cheeks as release pours out, most of it dripping out past his size onto the backs of your thighs, landing in loud plopping puddles on the floor. He has to bite down on your jawline to stop himself from fanboying over getting to fuck your ass. In disbelief after months of jerking off to a handful of his favorite go-to videos that you just so happened to star in(not that he watched his collection 50 more times this week alone). The chance to work with you again in the future can’t be ruined by a moment of weakness, no matter how victorious he feels right now.
“You tighten up so good around my cock.” Licking up to your ear, he cups the sides of your ass to squeeze and bury his fingers into the fleshy meat. Drawing out slowly, inch by painful inch gliding out torturously. “Sucked me dry little one.”
“Fuck man, I’m getting hard again.” Jake laughs, eyeing the bulge forming inside of his jeans.
“Too bad.” Heeseung pushes off one of the poles, arms that had been snuggly crossed on his chest falling to his sides. “Want you all to myself now.” He mostly mouths, making it hard to hear with the message that’s for your ears only. “Come here.”
Pulling your arms to wrap over his shoulders, you strain to grasp onto him, tingling from head to toe with pleasure. The remaining three make more space by creating a wall with their bodies to block any curious eyes, mostly having forgotten that they’re supposed to be acting.
Rule number one: No kissing on the lips. Ever. Can lead to termination.
He gulps, thumbs swiping over the wet and dry tears on your cheeks. It’s not an outlandish or weird rule, of course not. But he can’t ignore how pouty and inviting your mouth looks right now. Glossy with spit, inflamed from taking Sunghoon’s massive width.
He really takes a good minute or longer to touch over your stomach, hands snaking underneath your unbuttoned top. Kneading and squeezing at your soft skin, tracing down to your hips to caress over how round and supple your ass feels in his hands, spilling out between his digits.
There’s nothing to say between the two of you, essentially strangers about to fuck for the first time after taking 3 dicks. You still have to hold back a smile, tucking your chin in when he hauls you closer and squats down to capture your thighs. Exerting more strength than he appears able to and catching you off guard, setting your arms to cling tightly behind his neck. Not many would be bold enough to sink your weight down onto their dick to ride for the first time. The confidence radiating off of him reignites your initial excitement, still heavily trickling wetness.
As much as he wants to throw you up and down his length with nothing to hold him back, he needs to see the moment his cock pushes inside of you. Gently resting your back against the carts wall, he pulls back just enough to direct the tip of his length between your drenched folds. He’s never seen it so angrily engorged, full of blood, veins visibly beating. But he’s waited long enough for this. Pushing lower, he dips in, slit kissing just past your entrance.
“Oh—“ whispering under his breath, he blinks furiously. Tucking his bottom lip in to bite down on. Cockhead gleaming back at him coated with your wet slick. It’s too good already to feel the heat emitting from your cunt, taut skin sucking around him ready to never let go.
“Please.” You whine out, face so fucked out with your head rolling against the wall. Tugging at his hair, you softly moan. “Put it in.”
Fuck.
That’s really all it takes to snap his tenacity in half. He slams forward, hips jolting against yours. A vigorous speed breaking out, hammering his cock in deep. Heeseung grunts wildly, keeping the backs of your knees hooked over his biceps for leverage as he fucks into you without abandon. The once impassive unreadable look on his face morphing to an animalistic rabid one. Eyebrows dripping with sweat, eyes large and fierce, lips pulled back tight bringing out a sharp jawline and cheekbones.
The moans you let out only drive him to fuck into you more violently, filling you with each inch of his thick long cock. He crushes you in, lungs squished by your legs being completely folded. The position allowing him to hit balls deep. The clap of his sack loudly slapping against your gaped asshole, booming off the compacted space around you.
It’s the right angle for the tip to bulge just beneath your navel. Taking a step back from the wall he firmly cups your ass. Fingers digging in hard to keep up his pace, the clapping bounce slapping against his hips and thighs loud, roaring thunderously through the bus. The guys behind him watch on, swallowing to quench their drying throats. It’s so pornographic, the muffled whimpers coming from your mouth buried against Heeseung’s chest. The loud claps of skin meeting skin. The thick wet cock stretching your hole open wide, and the recoil your ass gives with each unrelenting thrust.
“Yes! Fuck!” He groans out too loud, head tossed back. The muscles lining his arms burning with effort. Each squat clenching his ass. “Such. A. Good. Little. Fucking. Slut.”
Each word gets shouted out with a rough jab of his hips, accompanied by your stinging ass smacking against him. He stills, teeth gritted, face covered with sweat. It’s the hardest release he’s had in a long time, not recalling cumming this hard since edging himself for 3 hours during a lonely thunderstorm.
The warm release spills out with your slick, having weakly cum at some point mid-thrust. You scrambled to hold on tight, fearful of losing balance and falling the faster he kept going somehow. Only slowing down to press his cock inside of you one more time before pulling out fully.
It’s a perfect shot to finish off, held over the camera on full display with loads of semen dripping down your inner thighs, pussy lips engorged and wrecked. It’s the climax anyone paying to watch would dream of. To get a close up look at your spread apart legs as Heeseung holds your weight up off the ground with shaking arms. The orgasm still sending shockwaves through his limbs, weakening the last bit of strength he has left.
“AND CUT!” Jaemin’s voice bellows, shoving through the extras that make their way to exit the set. “That was great! You guys did an awesome job.”
Heeseung securely hoists your thighs around his waist, slumping back onto a now emptied seat to catch his breath. “I know uh, aftercare is against the rules..” he mumbles softly by your ear, lightly tracing up your spine. “But is there anything you need me to do?”
“I’ll handle this.” The assistant Jaemin had hired recently, Chenle, rushes over with clean towels and a robe in hand. “You can go off and get cleaned up now.”
Still half-asleep against his chest you try to nod, in dire need of a hot bath to soak in and soothe your limbs after being stretched out in all kinds of directions. Heeseung does his best to help you get back on your feet and get yours arms inside of the robe, taking one of the towels to clean himself off before gathering his bottoms.
“Was nice to meet you, I really hope we’ll be able to work together again in the future.” Near future he wants to emphasize, maybe even his next shoot if he can be so lucky. A solo scene involving only the two of you ideally. Then he could really impress you..
“I’m sure we will.” You smile sleepily, wrapping an arm around Chenle’s shoulders to hold yourself up. “Real soon.”
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genre. Stuck in A Dryer AU, gasp… y/n is not the one stuck in a dryer🫨, summer loving, pwop, M/F, one shot
warnings. dubcon(do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), profanity, threesome, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 7k+
now playing. soaked//Shy Smith
a/n. dedicated to my lovely @simpjaes bc I suck and am taking forever to complete your actual bday fic. forgive me and enjoy this for now. ily🩷
smut warnings. sloppy hand job/oral, unprotected vaginal sex/anal penetration, degradation/praise, switch Jake, dom Jay, public indecency, a lot of sweat, creampies💕
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Why’d Jay even ask Jake to come over? To make him suffer in this heat? To ignore him while he splashes around in the pool with you?
He’s been sitting here watching the two of you swim around wrapped in each other’s arms for 30 minutes now, squinting under the blaring sunlight as sweat gathers along his forehead. He could jump in, cannonball his ass in right next to the two of you and ruin your grotesque public displays of affection. If you can even deem shoving your tongues down each other’s throats as affection.
One could say he’s jealous(he is). It’s not everyday your two best friends decide to take their relationship further and start dating. Fuck, if he had known.. he would have gone for you first. Jake’s always liked you, how could he not? You’re his best friend, you comfort him when he’s sad, you make him laugh. Hands down you’re the person he needs most whenever he feels uncomfortable, you always know exactly what to say to calm his anxiety.
He knew Jay liked you, but he never thought he’d actually have the balls to ask you out. It doesn’t matter, because Jake knows that he likes you more, he wants you more than Jay possibly ever could. Between the summer heat and his frustration, all he can imagine right now is the hundreds of ways to destroy your relationship. Why’d it have to be Jay..
Why did it have to be the one guy on this fucking planet that he’d kill for? Sometimes he’s not even sure who he’s more jealous of when he third wheels with the two of you. Jay treats you way too good for him to really hate on. He’s a good guy, and as much as Jake would do anything to make you happy, he knows that Jay would too.
“Jake!”
“Earth to Jake!”
“Jake, are you sleeping with your eyes open again?”
Huh? Oh. Blinking rapidly, he looks up to find you glaring at him with a look of confusion. The bikini you had on now covered up by a crotchet dress and shorts.
“What?” He blurts out dazedly, swallowing as he seals his lips together. This heat really is getting to him..
“What’s up with you?” You squint, reaching out to feel his forehead. “You’re not getting sick, right?”
“No no, I’m fine, been sitting in the sun too long.”
“Well good.” You nod, displaying a conniving smile. “Because I have the perfect plan to get you up.”
“What?”
“Laundry mat.”
“What?” He repeats, even more confused. Slowly dragging his gaze down your body to where your hand has been holding onto a cart full of blankets and clothes. “Laundry?”
“Yes!” You say cheerfully, hopping onto your toes. “Let’s get going before it gets too late.”
“Uh,” he chuckles, running a hand through his sweaty nape. “I should get going, it’s too hot to be outside.”
“Jakeeee.”
“I don’t want to do laundry..”
“Don’t be like this!” You stomp, letting out an annoyed huff. “I need help!”
“No.” He snickers, head shaking.
“Come onnnn,” you go on whining, popping your hip out along with one of your best pouts that always breaks his resilience. “I have to get these sheets washed today, they’re soaking wet after last night.”
“Oh yeah?” He questions with a lifted eyebrow, standing up to eye the wagon stacked to the brim full of your bedding. “Exactly what were you up to?”
“Pftt, don’t be a perv.” You snort, bumping against his side and nestling in closer. “The air conditioner crapped out on me late yesterday and maintenance can’t make it until later today. My room feels like an oven thanks to this summer heat.”
“Can’t believe you got me out of my igloo of an apartment to be your laundry lacky. Why can’t Jay help you?”
“He’s gonna try to fix my AC unit since maintenance isn’t coming until later. Come on, pleaseee.” You continue to pester him, scratching down his arm lightly. “Besides, we haven’t hung out just the two of us alone in awhile. I miss my best friend.”
Really? Could have fooled him with your tongue down Jay’s throat every damn day..
“You’re the worst at trying to manipulate, you know that right?”
“But it’s working.” You smile proudly, nodding toward your cart of dirty laundry. “Come on. It’s just down the street.”
Jake grunts, rolling his eyes when you motion for him to take a hold of the cart.
“This thing weighs like 30 pounds! What are you going to carry?!”
“The dryer sheets!” You smirk, waving around the box of scented laundry sheets. “And coins for the machines of course.”
“This is bull, I should be charging you for this.”
“Pfttt, I should be charging you for coming over to use my pool.”
“It’s not your pool.” He scoffs, exiting your apartment complex to follow you out to the street. “Not even worth coming over for, none of your neighbors are hot.”
“You used to love coming over to swim.”
Yeah. Before you started dating Jay. Back when you’d shamelessly flirt with both of them, playing games and pranks that led to your bikini top floating across the pool. That was fun.
“Don’t you miss it?” Curling up to his free arm, you wrap around him, slowly walking side by side toward the laundry mat. “Last summer?”
Last summer.
Yeah. He does miss last summer, mostly your last Birthday..
Jay had passed out on your couch after a long day at the beach leaving the two of you to your own devices.
‘I wanna swim some more.’ You said mischievously, dragging him out to the now empty pool area. It was too late, not even sure if you were allowed to use the pool at this hour. You tiptoed your way in together, floating around chatting about the movie you had just watched.
‘I hate movies like that. The love triangle trope, it’s so overdone.’
‘I mean..’ Jake laughed, swimming around you. ‘She had to pick..’
‘No she didn’t. They both wanted her.’
‘Well yeah.. that’s why she had to pick.’
‘Why choose? Why can’t she have both?’
Jake paused, lifting an eyebrow at you. ‘Because that’s greedy.’
‘And? Why shouldn’t I be greedy?’
‘Huh?’
‘If I was in her situation.. I just think if they both want me, I should be able to have them both.’
‘That’s not..’
‘Why not?’
‘Because, feelings!’ He shrieked, smacking the water. ‘You can’t just.. expect two guys to treat you like some queen and worship you without regard to their own feelings.’
‘Maybe I’m greedy.’ You shrugged, cocking an eyebrow at him. ‘Would you still give me what I want?’
‘..what do you want?’
Jake had fallen asleep with the fattest smile on his face after you splashed him with water and sunk down under, popping him behind him with your palms covering his eyelids.
‘You. I want you.’
It was good to kiss you, to grip your hips and wrap your legs around his waist. So so good, to feel your body warmth so close to him, to taste your spit left behind on his lips.
He should have stayed up, should have followed you to your bedroom and taken the night further with more than just a kiss. Should have, could have, and would have, then he wouldn’t have woken up in a hopeful daze. Stumbling into the kitchen to discover you and Jay wrapped up together smiling ear to ear.
‘Jay asked me to be his girlfriend.’
‘What the fuck.’
Yeah. He remembers last summer. In fact, he hasn’t once stopped thinking about it.
“Summer’s just starting..” he says, clearing his throat to shove aside those floods of memories. “We still have a couple of months to make this one even better..”
“You’re right.” You grin, nodding toward the laundry mat. “We’re here!”
“Great.” He rolls his eyes, following you inside. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Yeah, no air conditioning in here.”
Not even properly functioning ceiling fans. The entire building feels worse than outside. So stuffy and hot, instantly sweltering his skin, gathering a thick line of sweat at his hairline. “Fuck, I can’t believe you dragged me here.”
“Technically, you dragged yourself.” You wink, leading him to the larger washers for your blankets. “I think you just love me that much.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Hopping onto one of the machines, his legs swing, shaking his shirt as he gets comfortable sitting. “This has to be what hell feels like.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” You point up toward the ceiling. “There’s a little breeze coming from these ancient fans.”
Jake squints up, cursing under his breath as sweat rolls down his throat and begins to dampen his shirt to his skin. “Should be illegal to operate a business like this without air conditioning.”
“Well, in case you haven’t noticed.. no one else is in here other than us.”
No, only someone insane and masochistic would put themselves through this heat. He’d rather buy new clothes than do laundry if it means enduring this.
“Alright, maybe you’re not that dramatic.” You sigh, pausing after adding another blanket to the washing machine. “This is a lot harder to do in this heat..”
If Jay was here he’d crack a joke about the amount of sweat that’s soaked through his boxers. Squirming on the dryer he's on top of, he looks back at you just in time to see your arms lifting to pull off the crochet swimsuit cover you have on. “I should wash all of this too, I’ve sweated through it all. Give me your shirt.”
“What?”
“I have to wash this bikini.”
“Why do you want my shi—“
Oh fuck. That’s why.
Shimmying out of your shorts, you waste no time to reach up and untie your top. Likely much faster than the slow motion visual before his eyes. Sweat trickles between your breasts, slowly bouncing as you release the bikini strings and shake your soaked hair away from your face, slowly fanning yourself with your hand.
“Fuck, it’s hot.”
“So hot.” Jake mutters, struggling to swallow as your hands slide down your sides to grab the bikini strings at your hips. “So so so hot.”
“Jake!” You laugh, snapping him out of his live action wet dream by hurling your bikini top at his face. “You perv, give me your shirt.”
“Oh uh, but it’s really sweaty..”
“I can’t walk around here naked.”
Yes. Yes you can.
He gulps, laughing nervously before hopping off of the dryer to peel off his heavy drenched shirt. “Sorry if it smells..”
“It smells like you.” You smile, pulling on the wet shirt that clings to your shoulders. Standing with your thighs apart for your bottoms to fall to the floor. “My favorite smell.”
Eyeing your bikini bottoms before you snatch them up and add them to the pile inside of the washer, he pockets his hands. Gripping at the material stuck to his upper thighs. “Hah.. probably smells gross right now though..”
“Not at all,” you bend down, the hem of his shirt teasingly floating at the tops of your thighs. Any inch higher and he’d be able to see everything, every precious gorgeous part of you. “You always smell good.”
Slamming the washer shut, you let out a deep breath and start the machine. “Finally!”
“Only 30 minutes, that’s fast for such a huge load..”
“Yeah? Would you be able to go longer?” You ask cheekily, peering over your shoulder at him with a flirty grin. Fuck, that’s something he hasn’t seen in awhile..
“Wh-what?” He stutters, unable to decipher if this is actually happening or he’s having a heat stroke. It’s too fucking hot in here, his boxers have melted to his skin, the rubber from his sneakers glued to the ground.
“Oh my God Jakey! Have you been working out??” Turning around, you reach for his biceps. Hands gripping around each one. “Wow, look at those abs..”
Definitely a heat stroke.
“Hah—ah no more than usual.” He hasn’t been working out at all for the last couple of weeks. The only muscle built up in his arms coming from jerking off until his cock is ready to fall off for the past five days. “You know, my nightly crunches.”
The ones he’s been trading in to spiral in bed edging himself for hours. Maybe replaying that kiss in the pool last summer. He’s definitely had some fantasy of you naked in nothing but one of his shirts exactly like this too.
“I’m impressed.” You ooo and ahh, swiping the tip of your index finger between the lines of muscle etched on his stomach. “Always liked your abs, so sexy.”
This has to be a dream, he chuckles, only to ignore how much his stomach twitches and trembles under your touch. “We should work out together, I can show you my best ab exercises..”
“We should.” You agree with a more serious tone, dipping into his bellybutton.
“Ah, don’t.” He curls in, gripping your wrist.
“Is that one of your spots?”
“Spots?”
“You know, like an erogenous zone?”
“What’s that.”
“You know,” stepping closer to him, you trace around his navel, slowly scratching a nail down the faint line of hair beneath it. “An area that turns you on when it gets touched.”
“Oh.”
“The way you reacted..” biting down on your lip, you do it again. Prodding at his bellybutton. A moan slips from his extra pink lips, flushed with more color than usual as nothing but heat surrounds the both of you. “I think you like it when I touch you there.”
“Uh..”
A loud buzz startles you, jumping up and gasping as the washer goes off. 30 minutes went by fast. Too fast.
“That’s the good thing about these laundry mats. These gigantic machines work fast at least.”
“Yeah..” he gets distracted watching you stand and bend over and over again as you switch your clean clothes over to a dryer. “By the way, I can definitely go longer than 30 minutes..”
“Oh yeah?” You smirk, slamming the dryer closed. “Jerking off doesn’t count.”
Shit.
Jake shrugs, hopping back on to sit on one of the dryers. “Well, if it did, I doubt anyone can match my streak.”
“How long can you go?” Turning around, you grab onto his thighs, pulling yourself to stand between. Head tilted to one side curiously.
“Hours.” He nods, licking at his lips. The sweat pooling at his Cupid’s bow adding a hint of saltiness. “7 at least..”
“See, that’s just not realistic.”
“Why not?”
“You can’t fuck me for 7 hours.”
“Why not?” Jake’s mouth slams shut, breaking eye contact with you before he can see the way your gaze lights up. Pressing in, you go back to playing with his navel.
“You can’t fuck my pussy for 7 hours.”
“Why—“
“You have to give her a break baby, I have other holes for a reason.”
Fuck.
His mouth hangs open, gaze wavering over your expression trying to figure out what you’re up to. You can’t seriously be talking to him like this only because Jay’s not around..
“Yeah? Show me.”
He shouldn’t be this bold, but then again, he’s still trying to convince himself that this isn’t actually happening. He’s probably passed out by the pool, drenched in sweat while you still play tonsil hockey with Jay completely oblivious to his existence.
BUZZ!
“That was fast.” You push away from him with a pleased smile. Further taunting him with an extra sway to your hips as you begin to empty out the machine. “God, I’m sweating everywhere.”
The heat from the dryer fills up the already congested room even more, making the air humid and blurry. Jake grunts in response, smoothing the sweat off his stomach to form a puddle at the crotch of his shorts. “Yeah, I need a long shower after this.”
“You can wash up at my place when we head back.”
“All done?” He asks, nibbling at his bottom lip. Despite how hot it is in here- he’s not ready to leave just yet. You’re right, it’s been too long now since the two of you spent this much time alone. He should ask how things are going with you and Jay, maybe start a conversation about your plans after summer. If you’re going to pick up a new part time job while you’re in school. But right now the only topic he can wrap his head around is on your other holes.
What the fuck did you mean by that. Scratch that, he knows exactly what you meant.
“So uhh.. anything else left to wash?”
“All done! Let me get these sheets folded up and then we can head back.”
Damnit. He needs to figure something out, quickly.
“What about my shirt?”
“Oh, right.” Holding your arms open to look at the material clinging to your body like a second skin, you glance back at him. “I’m all wet.”
“And you have nothing on under that.”
“I can wash it for you later, if you don’t mind?”
“What am I going to wear home?”
“Fine fine,” grumbling at him, you dig through the pile of folded up clean laundry. “Wait? Where’s my top?” You frown, frantically sorting through your things. “Can you check the dryer for me? I don’t think I would have missed it..”
Jake nods, bending over to get a better look inside of the machine, still hot from use. “Shit I think the dryer ate your bathing suit..”
“What! No!!”
“The strings are.. stuck between the paddles.” He coughs, lowering down onto his knees to get his head inside. “Don’t think it’s even salvageable at this point.”
“Jake please! This bikini was so expensive.” You whine from behind him. Squatting down to lean over on his back and try to get a look yourself. “I can’t see, please try to get it for me!”
Letting out an exasperated groan, he inches in deeper. Sweat profusely running down his face now with his upper half fully inside of the dryer. The shit he does for you..
“I’ll try my best.”
“You got this.” You echoe from behind, grabbing onto his hips with a firm squeeze. “You’re my good boy.”
Jake’s heart hammers rapidly at your praise, lips pulled tightly over his teeth to not groan when you fully press against his backside.
“Your back muscles look so good Jakey.”
Fuck. How can he concentrate with you complimenting him like this? The weight of your body bending over on top of his adding to the fuel of arousal building up in his gut. He tries to ignore it and continue working out removing the knot your bikini strap formed around one of the paddles. It’s harder than it looks with such a small amount of space to accommodate his arms and shoulders. Suffocated from his body heat and the warm metal digging into his chest, he groans and lays flat to catch his breath. “It’s too hard.”
“You’re doing so good, baby, come on.” Another hard squeeze digs into his hips, adding more force to raise his slumped thighs up straight. The arch in his back sinks in, alerting all of his senses as your thumbs press against the dimples along his lower back. “The only thing that should be too hard for you is that dick.”
Jerking up, the top of his head slams against the dryer. Groaning and fumbling with the bikini triangle between his fingers. “What—uh..”
The sound of his belt buckle clinking open nearly makes his eyes go crossed, neck arching up as you push the wadded up drenched material of his shorts and boxers down past his thighs at the same time. It’s all too real, how hot your upper thighs feel pressed against the backs of his. Hitting his head against the dryer again as a knee-jerk reaction has him attempting to turn around to make sure this is actually happening.
“You’re so hard.” You say quietly from behind him, palms grazing down the sides of his torso to his pelvis. “Because of me?”
“No— that’s, I’m—“ he stutters, breathing raggedly. Mortified and so fucking unimaginably aroused by your soft hand wrapping around his length. A choked garbled sound rushes from his throat. Weakly shaking his head to tell you to stop, but you can’t see. Can’t see how his features crumble and eyes water up to hold in tears. You can’t do this, he should be the one getting you off.
“D-don’t please..”
“Shh, I want to.” You reassure, circling both of your hands onto his length. Coating your fingers with the pre-cum covering the tip of his cock. “You’re so hard, must hurt so much.”
Hurts. Hurts so fucking much. The veins lining his cock thrum in tandem with the ones beating out angrily along his forehead. He can practically taste the sweat on your palm at the back of his tongue. Using all of his willpower to not thrust against your hand as you begin to jerk him off so sloppily. Treating his cock like your play thing to use whenever you get bored.
“Feel good baby? You feel so good in my hand, want you inside of me so bad.” Fuckfuckfuck, you can’t say shit like that to him! He’s already forgetting how to breathe, how to hold himself up. You probably think he’s so weak, so helpless and disgusting. Whining like nothing but a useless whore from the mere touch of you. Flames burn through his skin, rudy and raw on his cheeks. Throat on fire as a scream rips free and his stomach clenches painfully to not cum right then and there.
“Please, that’s! I’m—I’m going to—!”
Cooing lovingly behind him, you adjust to jerking him with one hand, shifting down to massage his exposed sack with your other.
“Nonono!”
“Come on Jakey, cum for me baby.” The rough motion of your hand works in contrast to the smoothness lining your palm. Sweat and pre-cum gliding your aggressive touch up and down his size better than his own ever possibly could. His thighs tremble, back arched in, pulling at the bikini material in his grasp hard enough to hear a tear of lycra rip out around him. Fuck your stupid flimsy bikini top, trapping him in here, making his arms go numb as his brain follows and he bites down on his plump bottom lip.
“Give it to me Jake, I want it!” The wet sound of slurping reaches his ears before he realizes it’s coming from your tongue dragging down the underlining of his sack. Knocking his knees to the ground painfully as his feet kick out and toes convulse.
“Shit! Ahh!”
It’s too nasty, he’s too sweaty for your pretty mouth to be doing this right now. To bounce his balls against your tongue and savor the raw taste of him so greedily. How disgusting can you be? So shameless, sucking the wrinkly skin between your lips, audibly making a show of slurping and swallowing the salty sweat dripping down your throat. He can’t control the embarrassingly loud moan that booms out around him, amplified by the metal dryer. “That’s—don’t!”
“You like it.” You state without question, shaking his thick cock like a toy. Clenching his stomach as he tries to hold his release and not make a mess all over your hand. “Sound so pretty when you moan.”
Jake’s always been pitchy and whiny but hearing him like this could become addictive. Moaning through the saliva filling up his throat, all garbled and desperate. Still deep and manly even when he hits high pitches and breaths outs through his nose practically wheezing.
“Please please, have to—stop!” He doesn’t want to think about it, how easily you’ve gotten him to this point. So out of his body and mind that the only sensible thought he can coin up is to not shoot his load into your palm. “Stopstop!”
“Give it to me.” You demand, pursing your lips together to shoot a wad of spit directly at his rim. Setting his spine ramrod straight as his head hits the inside of the dryer once more. Too dizzy to even comprehend how hard he hit the metal blades, he slumps and convulses in place. Mouth hung open, head tossed back, chest pounding.
A hot wave far too different from one of nature melts down his limbs. Eyes shooting open only to see nothing ahead, black and white clouding his mind right as your thumb rolls across the slit of his cockhead to encourage the first spurt of cum to rip free.
Humiliation fills his lungs as hot steamy white ropes shoot out and hit your fingers and palm, thickening up the stroke you keep giving him. Cumming so easily from a few touches alone after bragging about edging himself for hours. He can’t stand it, wants more of it, wants you to drag him around by his hair and slap his face with his own release. Tell him how useless he is for boasting and lying to you.
“That’s it baby.. that’s it.”
Fuck. He can’t even deny how good it is to hear your soft praises. Tension immediately lifts from his body, the strain in his shoulders dissipating as he relaxes against the dryer. He needs more, needs to sink down to his knees and eat you out for hours while you coo at him and mock him. He needs you.
“I can’t leave your ass alone for one minute.” The sound of Jay’s familiar deep tone awakens him from the orgasm still rolling through his body in thunderous waves. That can’t be Jay.. why would be here?
“You’re late.” You say with a clear smile in your voice. “Missed you.”
“I see that.” He says sarcastically, nodding to the mess of cum still clinging between your fingers. “Now, explain to me why he’s hanging bare ass out of that dryer.”
“He’s trying to get my bikini out of there..”
“Sounds like a lie.” Shooing you aside, Jay lowers himself to squat behind his friend. A displeased tight lip displayed on his face. “You’re really going to make me pull your naked ass out of there?”
“Can you? My arm got cramped up in here..”
Jay scoffs, wrapping around his torso from behind to firmly haul his body free. Quickly rolling off of him with a sneer. “All that and still no bikini top.”
“You owe me a new one.” You motion toward Jake, standing up with his shirt still on. “Or.. you can make it up to me another way.”
Jake peers up anxiously, wondering how the hell he ended up with his bare ass on the floor of this old laundry mat.
“So greedy.” Jay glares at you, reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t ever be satisfied with just one.”
“Pleaseee, you said we could ask him to join..”
“What’s.. join what?”
“Jakey, you know that I like you.” Moving down to straddle his thighs, you wrap around his shoulders. “I know that you like me.”
“Here we go again.” Jay huffs, eyeing the cart of washed linens. “I thought you were going to wash your summer clothes? What’s this?”
“I made a mess last night. After the AC broke, I couldn’t sleep. Kept thinking about both of you stuffing me full.”
“Or,” unfolding one of your blankets, he lays it out flat on the ground. “You knew exactly what you were doing and planned all of this, down to leaving me alone in your hot ass apartment with tools you’ve never used once in your life.”
“I’m not that smart.” You giggle, shrugging. “But crazy how things worked out in my favor.”
“Whatever.” Jay rolls his eyes at you playfully, immediately switching to glare at Jake. “You don’t get to fuck her in the ass. Not yet.”
Jake’s eyes perk all the way open, crawling on his knees onto the blanket. “Who’s going in what ass?”
“My ass.” You add with an arched eyebrow. “Unless..”
“Hey.” Jay pinches your thigh, pulling at the shirt sticking to your skin. “Off. We don’t know if some other crazy person will decide to come out of their cave to do laundry at this hour.”
Jake’s gaze trails to follow your movements, the flirty smile you display for Jay as you slowly strip free from his shirt and crawl past him, laying back on the blanket propped up on your elbows. “You next.”
Jay nods, quickly freeing himself of the sweaty tank top he arrived in. Still wearing the same swim trunks he had on earlier. Jake’s gaze follows after yours, swallowing as his friend shoves down his shorts and shoves them aside.
“Dude.”
“Sorry.” Jake’s head snaps, quickly snapshotting Jay’s cock in his mind. Trying to convince himself that they aren’t that different in size.. last time they bathed together in middle school, Jake was definitely bigger.. times have changed.
“I’m already prepped.” You mention sneakily, turning onto your side to pull your ass apart.
Jay growls, grabbing you by your ankles to drag your body closer. “Such a fucking slut.”
“You like it.”
Jake wearily eyes between the two of you, unsure if he should stick a hand out or get closer to where Jay’s sitting on his knees. He probably wouldn’t like that..
“Come here baby, don’t be nervous.” With grabby hands reaching towards Jake, he follows and lays down by your side. Leaning in for the kiss you initiate. It’s too hot in here to waste time and ease into it, sucking on your saliva like a man dying of thirst, he wraps around your body. Hands groping along your thighs and waist until you change the position and manage to get on top of him.
It’s been awhile since he’s been this close to you, let alone fully naked. Strumming arousal through his cock to his chest, he pulls back from your lips to admire how good you look on top of him. Lips swollen, chest shining with sweat, defined stomach twitching as you do the same and take in his nearly destroyed appearance.
“So big Jakey, so hard again for me.” You whisper, hand returning to squeeze his length as you sit up and direct the tip between your wet folds.
Jake might let out the most humiliating scream right now if you dare to say his name so sweetly again. Having to lift his neck to watch the tip of his cock get coated with your glossu arousal. Whimpers still manage to pass through his wet lips, sucking on the bottom to suppress more as Jay watches on from behind you. His strong hands massaging and digging into your soft flesh.
“Oh my God—“ he squeals, struggling to inhale as you prod at your entrance. The tight ring of muscle snapping around his cockhead like a rubberband. “Fuck, I—“
“How am I going to fit you both.” You mumble, mouth hung open as you watch the tip of his length enter you for the first time.
“Like this.” Jay rumbles against your ear. The hands locked on your waist forcing you down to take Jake’s size all in one go.
“Ahh!” The shout you let out nearly mutes the round of gasps and frantic moans Jake lets out. Wide eyes staring at the space between your thighs where his cock has disappeared into in shock.
“I’m inside you..” he whispers faintly, head dropping back, hitting the blanketed ground hard. “Fuck, I’m inside of you.”
Not a minute goes by before Jay’s vicious hold on your stomach begins to maneuver you back and forth on Jake’s length. Making you take every inch before you can fully get used to his size. Too wet to even care that it stings and hurts just a little bit. Reaching behind yourself to scratch and smack at his shoulders. “So mean!”
“Exactly how you like it.” He spits against your ear. Biting down on the lobe and entering your ass without any warning.
“Jay!” The initial shock of his full size entering shoots a spasm through your body, head dropped back against his shoulder gasping for air.
“Said you were prepped.” He grunts, grabbing onto your waist hard enough to leave marks or his fingertips and nails behind. “Still too fucking tight to take me.”
Jay’s hard hitting thrusts build up speed instantly. Ramming the full length of his hard rock rod deep inside of your ass. Pulling out each time Jake pushes in sending different nerves into a craze.
Indistinguishable moans sing from your throat. Finally full the way you’ve been craving and begging your boyfriend to let you experience. Playing with different sizes of dildos to convince him of how good you’d look taking two cocks at once.
Now with his eyes focused on the way the skin under your navel protrudes each time Jake thrusts in, he can’t disagree with you. Squeezing the life out of his cock as he watches another man fuck you at the same time. Listening to your wanton moans right against his ear. So filthy and sexy, the weight of two cocks pressed deep inside of you only separated by thin layers of skin. Unable to comprehend if that’s just your pulsating heat of Jake’s dick throbbing through your flesh against his.
The feelings mutual between the three of you. All too caught up in your own need to fuck and get off, chasing after your orgasmic highs. Sweat drips from the walls and your holes simultaneously. Riding both of them at the same time as earth cracking screams rip from between your lungs and you struggle to build a faster pace.
“You can do better than that.” Jay commands with a skin burning slap to your ass, crossing his arms on his chest to watch you bounce up and down on his length. “Faster.”
“S’too much!” You fold, eyes wrinkled shut with your palms flat against Jake’s spasming abdomen.
“C-close, getting close.” Jake whines between garbled moans. Scratching his nails down your gyrating thighs.
“Please, don’t pull out! Want you both to fill me up, need to feel full of you both. Please please!”
God, Jake might lose his mind if he wakes up from this. There’s no way in the fucking world that you whine this pretty, look this good getting fucked. The sweat on your face literally glistening akin to droplets of glitter, wet hair splayed on your neck and shoulders as if an artist's hands carved out the details. It’s stupid how unreal you look begging for cum, begging to cock deep inside of your pussy and ass. Worse than sin personified as you claw at his shoulders and leave marks behind as if the devil himself has his evil hooks in his clutches.
“I’ll give you anything that you fucking want.” Jay growls against your ear, locking eyes with Jake beneath the two of you. Lower half hammering against your backside throwing your hips into a rapid frenzy to ride his cock.
He will, Jake will give you anything you fucking want in life. Even if it means sharing you with his best friend, because nothing can top this right now. Cupping your bouncing breasts in his hands as you slam down on his length, chanting out all the ways you crave to be filled. He’ll feed your greed for a drop of a taste of this. Writhing upward to match your pace against the sticky sweat puddled at his lower back. The wet sounds emitting from between your thighs, from Jay’s sturdy chest beating against your back, from his weight being jerked up and down your blanket by the force of your hips.
“Fuck, aghh—” Jake can’t hide the way his cheeks redden as more incoherent desperation soars out of him. Too obvious when Jay glares down at him to further remind him of how embarrassed he should be. Turned into a straight up puddle of mush with his eyes rolled back far enough to only leave the whites displayed. He can’t find the will to care anymore, cock wrapped up too tight in your dripping wet warmth, breasts molded to his hands unable to let go no matter how hard you fuck him.
“I’m cumming!” As hard as he tries to hold it in, he can’t anymore. Not with the residue of your saliva still painted on his sack, not with your tongue hanging out panting like a rabid animal with piercing eyes laser focused on him. He has to fill you up, drive each inch deep enough to paint your womb with his release, leave a part of himself inside of you forever. “Can—can’t, fuck!”
Sticky hot seed blankets his length, throwing his hips in a circle as Jay comes to a stop behind you and pushes down on the tip of Jake’s cock extending out from beneath your navel. “He’s so deep.” He whispers hotly against your ear, breaking your resolve.
Jay doesn’t allow you time to process the wash of white blinding heat scathing down your body. Quickly shoving you down onto Jake’s limp convulsing frame and tethering your arms back. He leverages his strength with the grip around your wrists, speeding up to a brutal pace to pound into your ass. The pressure of your orgasm extends out, crumbling your tiny bit of sense left as drool trickles free from the corners of your mouth. Rocked fiercely against Jake’s twitching abdominal, cock plunging in and out of your ass at an angry pace.
Anger for going behind his back after he gave you the okay and agreed to opening up your relationship. Anger because you’re such a needy slut desperate for cock all of the damn time. Pissing him off until he fucks you full of load after load until he’s an emptied panting disaster on your bed. Some horny fucking cock demon masked with bows in your hair is what you really are.
“Ah, baby!” You sob out, cracked voice echoing through the laundry mat. “Too much!”
“Too much? Shut the fuck up.” He grits, slapping your ass roughly with his free hand. “This is what you fucking wanted.”
It is. All you’ve ever wanted and fantasized about for years. Your best friends using your body however they(you) want. The pain of Jake’s cock popping free from your cunt right as Jay pummels his fully inside of your ass. Pulling on your wrists hard enough to pop your shoulders, getting your back pressed back up against his chest.
“Giving you what you want, what you fucking begged for.” He rasps against your ear, free hand finding your throat to circle around. “Desperate little slut so hungry for cock. Think you can just hand this pussy out to anyone.”
“N-no,” you cry, trembling in his hold. Ass clamping on his length relentlessly burying deep inside of you over and over again. “Only want you.”
Jake’s whimper sounds out beneath you, the position Jay set you in spreading your drenched pussy over his softening cock repeatedly. “Only the two of you.” You choke, scrambling to grab onto Jake’s waist for some control.
It’s useless, losing the war for power to Jay’s merciless thrusts that bounce your ass back against his stomach and hips. Rippling through your bottom with each pointed slam of his cock. Keeping your wrists pinned to your lower back with his thick palm splayed on your throat, forcing you to meet his mouth to land a searing kiss between your parted open lips. “Begging me to fuck your ass like this, only to bitch about how you can’t take it.”
“I can— I can!” Tears mix with the sweat on your face, drool connecting your bitten over swollen lips. The prettiest wreck Jay’s ever wanted to fix only to break again, over and over. Always teasing him about being too gentle with you only to make a fuss like this when he gives you exactly what you want.
“My nasty little cocksleeve, good for nothing but taking this dick.” Hawking a wad of spit between your lips, he smacks your cheek to shut your mouth and swallow. Tossing you down to lay flat against Jake’s chest. “Don’t fucking move.”
Broken cries and muffled sounds roll off your tongue as your chest rubs against Jake’s. Meeting his glazed over eyes, slowly blinking at each other before Jay grips onto your shoulders and fucks into you with abandon. Breathing raggedly as sweat blurs his vision and Jake reaches down to grab onto your ass, splitting you completely wide open his friend to get a full visual of his cock ripping through your rim.
“Ah, fuck!” That’s all it takes to break down his need to finish inside of you last. To make sure you know good and well who you really belong to. Cum shoots out of him aggressively, pushing out past his girth stretching your ass out, the sticky white so obscenely beautiful across your swollen rim. Struggling to bubble free with his size so full and deep inside of you.
“Fuck, this was not real.” Jake collapses flat, hands slipping from your ass. Mind still too fogged up post orgasm, hissing when you shift and the tip of his length nearly finds its way back inside of you. “C-can’t, too sensitive..” he admits feebly.
“7 hours.” You whisper weakly against his chest, feeling the hint of a smile with the fronts of your teeth dragging on his skin.
“Yeah yeah..”
A lewd pop rolls shivers up your spine as Jay slides out, drawing a loud wet sound of cum following his exit. Slapping your ass again, he reaches up to pat your head. “What you get for disobeying me.”
“Mean..”
Jake hates that his cock twitches between your bodies, refusing to meet Jay’s gaze as he tries to focus on what’s grosser. The dried cum in his bellybutton, the puddle of sweat under his ass, or his best friend's nut pouring from your ass to land on his thighs..
“We have to wash this blanket again.” Jay sighs, littering light kisses down your back. “What a fucking mess.”
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genre. Will you hold my…controller? AU, crack, fluff, a smudge of angst, pwp(85% plot, 15% smut), loosely Girl Next Door(film) inspired, M/F, ….filthy smut🩷
warnings. profanity, my attempt at humor(apologies), GameStop manager Heeseung, y/n is very much an e-girl/mild descriptive style characteristics, besties Jake/Jungwon/Beomgyu(txt), boynextdoor side characters, twerking @ GameStop after hours, pop culture references. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 32,100+
now playing. I'm not okay(I promise)// my chemical romance, sexy bitch//akon, valhalla//blind guardian, hands down//dashboard confessional, hey leonardo//blessid union of souls, the birds and the bees//breathe carolina, be my druidess//type o negative, video games//lana del rey.
smut warnings. y/n does OF, sex on live stream, thats.. a big joystick you’ve got there, size difference/kink, daddy kink, begging, crying, subspace, praise, degradation, choking, hair pulling, squirting, fingering, biting, anal plug use, anal, rough sex, breeding, wet & messy, etc
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‘You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini, and Croquet. You can’t swim, you can’t dance, and you don’t know karate. Face it, you’re never gonna make it.’
‘I don’t wanna make it, I just wanna—‘(Refer to: ‘I’m Not Okay(I Promise) by My Chemical Romance music video)
Jungwon frowns at the TV screen, sighing as he alternates between watching some old corny emo video play and his manager bops along, occasionally tapping his foot to the beat.
“Never liked this video.” He says annoyed, pushing a cart full of shipment out. “Did these losers ever consider that they got bullied because they suck?”
“Did you just say you don’t like My Chem?!?” Heeseung stammers, clutching his chest. “Get the hell out of my store!”
“Now this,” Jungwon grins, forwarding to the next video. “This is music.”
“Ugh. This guy sounds like someone’s gripping the life out of his sack.” Heeseung grumbles. “Take that mask off and let's see if girls would still be losing their shit over their band.”
Jungwon shrugs, leaning against the cart. “Speaking of masks, I wore one last night while streaming. The tips went crazy.”
“How much did you make?”
“Easy $2000 in less than a couple of hours. Couldn’t even focus on my game because the chat was going wild. Maybe the crop top helped.” Jungwon nudges an elbow into his friend's side. “You should try it, look.” Whipping out his phone from his work vest, he taps open a recording from the night prior filling the screen with half of his face covered by a cat mask. The pink and white ears matching well with his cropped ‘baby girl’ top.
“Oh dude..” Heeseung makes a disgusted face, shoving his hand onto the screen to hide it from his sight. “I don’t wanna watch you wiggle and giggle around like a whore for cash.”
“Least I have more money in my account than you, Mister GameStop manager.” Jungwon whistles sarcastically. “Wouldn’t hurt you to try a little. You’re always complaining about the lack of viewers you pull.”
“GameStop partner, don’t forget that I own this place and cover the rent just because we’re friends.” Heeseung corrects, folding his arms on top of the shelf he’s been stocking. “I shouldn’t even be out here right now. Where the hell is Jake?”
“You’re the one who made the executive decision to hire your friends instead of some loner teenagers willing to work for minimum wage.” Jungwon shrugs, patting the olders back. “I’ll call him. That assholes probably jerking off or still asleep.”
“As long as he gets here before my lunch.” Heeseung groans to himself, rubbing his stomach that makes a sound of agreement before returning to complete his morning tasks. It’s been a solid year since he signed contracts and made the decision to commit to owning a business. A year of struggling, pulling at his hair, counting and recounting cash each time he ends up short by the end of another month and has to dig into his savings.
Surely this was not the dream his parents had in mind when paying off his tuition and allowing him to move out to complete university without distraction. At least they could sleep peacefully at night knowing he’d never have parties raided at the apartment they helped pay for each month.
No. He’d have to have more than a handful of friends and off-handed acquaintances to throw an actual rager of a party. Unless evenings filled with screaming at Jake and Jungwon about Dungeons and Dragons rules counted.. they did get pretty rowdy at times.
“What up limp dicks!” The miscreant himself also known as his best friend hollers, kicking the doors open to the store. Vest half strewn off his upper-half, hair a mess still plastered to his skull as if he hadn’t bothered to run a comb through it. Likely that he couldn’t even find one in his bathroom, let alone remember owning one.
“See Hee,” Jungwon claps. “Your elite employee has arrived!”
“Elite my ass.” Heeseung grunts, glaring at his friend as he makes his way to clock in.
“Tskkk, read the sign!” He points at the wall behind the register where a large print of his glowing smile has been framed and hung up.
“Elite employee of the month.” Jungwon reads, wagging a finger at their manager. “He’s got you there.”
“Fine fine, oh so elite one. Listen, I had to change your schedule this weekend. Gyu hit me up about going out to Eagle Stone with his group for larping and—“
“Larping?!?” Jake spits, grabbing his hair and screaming out obnoxiously. “God man! How are you possibly getting even worse! You’re never going to get laid again!”
“What’s wrong with larping?!” Heeseung squeaks suddenly, grabbing his throat as he coughs. “I mean.. keep it down would you?”
“Dude, you’re going to have to cancel, already have plans this weekend.” Jake says, holding out a hand toward his friend. “You should be thanking me. I am saving you from decades of humiliation that you’ll never be able to live down.”
“Don’t be so lame.” Heeseung glares at him, nervously tugging on the lanyard around his neck. “Was hoping we could take our D&D crew out there and—“
“No way, I refuse.” Jake grimaces, waving his arms in dismay as the bell chimes above the door sing from the other side of the store. “Hee, man, straight up dude. I am telling you this as not only your elite employee but also as your best friend. Your dick has cobwebs at this point dude, you haven’t gotten laid in months.”
“Guys.” Jungwon whispers, patting Jake’s arm.
“That’s not true!” Heeseung hisses quietly, eyes widening from embarrassment.
“Oh yeah? Prove it because last time I can recall was Sunghoon’s Birthday, and you’re lucky I don’t tell him that you fucked his cousin because—“
“Guys.” Jungwon repeats, breathily, now wrapped around Jake’s arm.
“That’s none of his business! And we had a really lovely evening!”
“Guys!!”
“What?!” Jake and Heeseung both snap at once, finding Jungwon’s eyes wide as saucers as he stares out into the store. Following his gaze leads them to sporting the same expression when they spot you.
“Who the fuck is that.” Jake mumbles. Throat going dry where he stands and eyes from your ankles to your butt perked out as you bend down lower to add another game into your basket.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to say—“ Jungwon’s cut off by Heeseung frowning at the both of them.
“A customer.” He states, straightening up and clearing his throat. “Who clearly could use some assistance!”
Rushing over to do just that, he leaves the two behind the register shaking their heads.
“He’s hopeless.” Jake bemoans, slapping his forehead.
Jungwon nods, sad that he can only agree as he watches the older tiptoe around the section you search through without approaching. “Tell me about it.”
To say that Heeseung Lee is hopeless would be an understatement. He’s what some may consider a reject of society, socially awkward, introverted, but one thing he knows how to do is his job. With a happy smile he comes over to stand next to you, sneaking a look at the games you’ve started to choose. “Ah, a fellow role player.”
Startled by his deep and chipper voice, you jump to stand straight. Setting the gift card in your hand back onto the display. “Excuse me?”
“Oh.” He clears his throat, looking away when you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry Miss, you must be shopping for gifts—“
“Yeah.” You snort, nodding to the pink cat ear headset in your basket. “Gifts for me.”
“Oh!” He brightens up. Motioning to your basket. “Great choices! Do you perhaps have a membership with us yet? I don’t believe I have seen you in here before.”
“I actually do.” Turning around to look at him, you squint at his name badge. “You’re the manager?”
“Owner, actually!” He says proudly. Lifting up his lanyard to tap the title on his work ID. “I’m here all of the time.”
“Oh wow, that’s great. I actually just moved into town a couple of weeks ago, still getting settled in.”
Heeseung lights up even more, smiling from ear to ear. “Seriously? No wonder I haven’t seen you here before. What brings you to town?”
“Well,” appearing in thought, you shrug. “Work.”
“What do you do?” He asks curiously, shaking his head. “Sorry sorry, you don't have to answer. I get caught up in conversation sometimes—“
“I’m a streamer.” You nod, showing him the basket in your hold. “Gaming.”
Heeseung’s throat bobs, letting out a small ‘ah.’ As if everything makes sense now. Really kicking himself in the ass for prioritizing this managerial job over his dreams of gaming online for thousands of viewers and admirers. He could have been as world renowned as Faker if he had committed to working hard on building a platform. “That’s such a cool job.” He forces himself to say. Beginning to feel awkward for not responding immediately, he counts the items in your basket. “You know what, since you’re buying so much I’d love to offer you a discount!”
“Oh what? No, I don’t need one. Seriously, thank you though.” You’re fast to reject his offer. Shyly flushing and looking away. Pretending to be distracted by the wall of plushies.
“No no, please! Think of it as a moving gift. I’m sure as an online gamer you’ll be frequenting this area quite often.”
“Well,” shifting from side to side for a minute, you nod and grab one more gift card. “I’m doing a few giveaways for my viewers.” You inform, following him to the register.
“Wow that’s really cool, you must have quite the following.”
Jungwon and Jake watch from the side with their jaws on the floor. Heeseung could possibly be the most oblivious dense clueless idiot they've ever known. Speaking to a pretty girl he could easily engage in flirtatious conversation with as if she’s just another customer, neither of them can believe it.
“Mm.. I guess I do.” Brushing off the topic, you throw a few keychains into your basket. “Might as well make the most of this discount.” You shrug, smiling at the other employees. Jake clears his throat, diverting his gaze as if he wasn’t just gawking at you as Jungwon moves away quickly to hide in the break room.
“How’s 15 percent sound?” Heeseung smiles, the same customer service smile he’s dawned for years now. The type of smile you have to force after months of dealing with scammer returns, thievery, and fraudulent coupons.
“I’ll take it!” You eagerly express, bouncing up and down. He gulps, eyes going wide as he focuses on ringing up your items.
“You’re already a member, you said?”
“Oh yeah, my emails thedruidessnymph at gmail.”
Heeseung’s fingers hover over the register keyboard, repeating your email in his head. He slowly lifts his head to meet your gaze. “D-do you play D&D too?”
Lighting up at the mention of the game, you nod. “I used to! In high school, I’ve been too busy to really involve myself anymore. Do you play?”
He nods, turning around to fiddle with different advertisement flyers and free gaming magazines to add to your bag. “I’m a wizard.”
Putting your items away, he states your total. Not once confused by the black card you retrieve from your wallet to pay with. “What’s your specialty?”
Heeseung scratches his Adam's apple, eyeing the vent above his head. Why’s it so hot in here all of a sudden? “Illusionists.”
“That’s really cool, I know wizards aren’t really utilized in battle but I can definitely see how throwing out some spells could really assist your side.”
Wiping the trickles of sweat forming at his nape, he dry swallows. “Uh huh,” handing you your bag of items, he waves to end this conversation.
“Aren’t you going to ask me about my specialty?” You playfully ask, taking your purchase.
Heeseung forces himself to smile, tight-lipped. “You’re a druid.”
“I prefer druidess, but yes.” You say proudly, moving to stand at the side of the register. “I’ve thought about changing my character a few times, a sorcerer or a warlock sounds much cooler. But I’m kind of attached to the lore I’ve built.”
“Do you transform at all?” Pretending to be busy with organizing the mess that Jungwon’s left at the register, he keeps his head low. He’s never been great at maintaining eye contact for too long, most especially with the opposite gender.
“That’s the thing, I turn into a wolf.” Lifting your hand up to form a paw, you let out a soft growl. “Real scary, huh?”
Heeseung’s lips twitch with a real smile, clearing his throat and shaking it off. “There isn’t much of a D&D community around here, but if you ever want to do some live action gaming, in the next town over; I’ve gone a few times. It’s nothing really crazy, just a bunch of people dressed up as their characters out in the woods.”
“You mean, like, larping?”
The sound of Jake groaning from behind a shelf he’s been pretending to stock tickles at his ears. Ignoring that, he turns to look at you, blinking in disbelief. “D-do you larp?”
“I’ve always wanted to! I have such good costume ideas. I’ll bring them next time to show you! Oh my God that’d be so fun!”
Heeseung should correct himself, because he wasn’t inviting you. No, only making a recommendation, but now you’re smiling at him as if this is the most exciting news you’ve heard all day and he can’t deny you. “Next time you come into the store?”
“Yeah, told you, I’ll be here a lot. Better get used to this face.” You sound even more bubbly now. A real pep in your step and he wonders if he just unintentionally initiated a friendship. Softly laughing to make himself do something, he shoots you a thumbs up.
“Yeah, I’ll..” really looking at your face, he licks at his lips. Taking in your eyes, nose, and teeth that are aligned in a nearly perfect way. Fresh glowy skin and hair framing your face. “I’ll remember.”
“Great!” Leaning onto the register counter, you squint at his name badge. “Heeseung! Thanks again for the discount!”
“No problem.” He waves goodbye, looking away before you exit the store. Only when the bell above the door chimes does he take a deep breath, fanning his face. “Need to check on that A/C.”
“Dude what the fuck was that.” Jake exclaims, jogging over to the register. “What were you talking about for so long?”
Heeseung shrugs, picking up a box of damaged returns to take to the back. “Nothing really. New customer is all.”
Jungwon exits the bathroom as they enter the small break room, excitedly hopping over to where Heeseung begins to cut up empty game boxes. “Did you get her number?”
“What?!”
Jake sighs, shoving Jungwon back. “Dude not to sound crazy because even I’m confused, but she was totally flirting with you!”
“Oh, you’re definitely crazy.” He nervously laughs, throwing out the rest of the damaged merchandise. “She’s new in town, I was just giving her some recommendations on what to do around here.”
“Larping?!” Jake shouts, cupping his forehead and groaning. “Listen to me, Heeseung, as your best employee and best friend.”
“Please stop self-titling yourself.”
“As your best employee and best friend!” Jake repeats, following him to the little janitor’s closet he uses as an office. “That girl was most definitely into you, I don’t know why but—“
“Thanks man.”
Jungwon huddles behind Jake in the doorway of the closet. “She looked so familiar.” He ponders, pinching his chin. “But I mean, if Jake’s right then you should totally go for it! You need to get laid, man.”
“I’d really love it if you guys would go work the register and actually stock some of the new shipment.” Heeseung looks at his friends pitifully. “I haven’t had breakfast today, and my stomachs starting to rumble.”
The two watch as he pulls out a snack pack of cheese and nuts, stuffing his cheeks in front of the computer screen showing visuals of the store. Moving on from the subject as he opens up his emails and lets out a tired sigh.
“Fine Heeseung.” Jake grinds his teeth, glaring at Jungwon. “Enjoy your lunch.”
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“Ddongy, I’m home.”
Heeseung’s baby bombay cat scampers down the corridor to where he’s still removing his shoes by the door. “Woah woah!” Laughing as he moves around to shut the door behind him, he picks up his 8 month old baby, immediately burying his face into Ddongy’s soft fury stomach. “Ahh, I missed you.”
Making his way to the kitchen, he rubs his cheeks against Ddongy’s, enjoying the purrs his kitten lets out before setting him down on the floor to grab him treats. “I know I know, I’m home late.”
A few of Ddongy’s favorite treats appeases him enough to forgive and forget, at least until dinner time when he’ll be screaming and clawing up Heeseung’s leg to be immediately fed. “Today was a lot.”
Setting his palms against the kitchen counter, he hangs his head. It’s already 6pm, already dark outside, and he’s been up since 5am. Going in to open the store and do most of the work before his friends clock in at 10am for opening, he needs a minute to refresh himself before he can enjoy a hot meal.
Making his way to the bathroom, he begins to strip off his clothes. Tossing his shirt uniform onto a hanger before he turns on the shower. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, something he typically tries to avoid.
It’s been awhile since Heeseung really took the time to look at himself. His eye bags have gotten bigger, cheeks more sunken, skin more pale and sallow, and his hairs nearly half way down his neck. God, he needs to schedule a haircut.
He needs to sleep more. He needs to eat better and stop stuffing his face with instant ramen. He needs to drink water instead of soda. He needs to start washing his face, maybe throw on some skincare every now and then.
He needs to do so much, and yet he can’t find the motivation to.
He needs to get laid.
According to his friends, that should be his first priority. And as much as he hates to agree with them about something so superficial, he can’t say they’re wrong.
“She definitely was not flirting with me.” He says to his reflection, taking in how exhausted he looks one more time before stepping into the shower.
It has been months since he last had sex. Not because he’s not horny and desperate for it, his calloused palms would highly dispute that argument.
Sex can be hard. It shouldn’t be hard to enjoy sex. At least he doesn’t think it should be, and he’s not quite comfortable enough with his sex obsessed friends to admit that. They don’t need to know that he feels more empty mentally than he does physically after he has sex. That he prefers to get off to romantic fanfiction about Genshin Impact characters instead of watching hardcore porn.
They berate him enough for not wanting to hit up clubs or college parties they get invited to. Heeseung’s convinced somethings wrong with him, he hasn’t had a real girlfriend since his freshman year of high school, and that could hardly qualify as a real relationship.
As he scrubs his skin with a washcloth and soap, he really tries to think about what happened today. Namely, he thinks about you. Were you flirting with him? And why couldn’t he pick up on it if you were? Why did he start to feel nauseous and clammy while having a very normal conversation with you? Why does the thought of your smile make his stomach turn, even now, hours later.
He dries off and feeds Ddongy, right on time as his cat paws at the sweats he pulls on and his feet pad over to the kitchen. “Good boy,” he hums, squatting down to scratch down his back. “You’re eating so well Ddongy.”
It’s 8pm now, and Heeseung has to wake up early to open the store again. He sighs and plops into his computer chair. Rubbing the desire to sleep away from his face as he logs onto discord and finds his friends are all active.
MysticWizardFate1015: ‘Going to keep it easy and play Stardew tonight guys.’
Opening up a stream and setting up for his screen to be shared with any viewers that enter, he slouches and turns on the game. Nothing he has to think too deeply about. Simple enough to entice his brain without wanting to keep him up for hours with the need to play.
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Heeseung, we’ve been talking. After telling Jay about your potential new girlfriend, we agree, she was into you.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Yeah dude, fuck this game. We finally have something interesting to talk about on here.’
FingeringMyGuitar02: ‘I hear she’s way out of your league though.’
Heeseung groans, pausing the game to read what his immature friends are going on about. “Guys, come on. This isn’t what I logged on for.”
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Yes it is. We need to figure out how to get you a girlfriend.’
FingeringMyGuitar02: ‘She sounds like your type though! And Jake looked up the last email you typed in, said she does a lot of online shopping. If she keeps coming back into the store then she definitely wants you.’
“Jake, you did what?! That’s—that’s against policy!” Heeseung throws off his headset, grabbing his phone to text Jake separately.
IKEUDICKEU: ‘It was an accident! I was gonna search myself up to see when I last bought something and her email came up as a recommendation!’
Heeseung grumbles, half buying that lie. Knowing that the ancient POS system they use does for some reason prompt the last thing he typed to pop up whenever he even grazes the keyboard. “Jake, my office, tomorrow.”
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Dude, you know we both can’t fit in there.’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Anyway, she lives only a few blocks away from the store. I’ll try to find more information, but she might use a pseudonym online because the name she registered with isn’t coming up with shit.’
“This is stalking!” Heeseung shouts, startling Ddongy and quickly apologizing. “Please, let’s be normal here! She probably has a boyfriend.”
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Does that mean you’re interested in finding out?’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Yeah, fuck all of this for a second Hee. Are you attracted to her? Would you be interested in a girl like that if she is into you?’
“I..” leaning back into his gaming chair, he rubs at his temples. Closing his eyes shut to really think about what he’s going to say. The same smile that’s been plaguing the back of his mind all day reappears. Biting down on his lip to stop himself from reacting, he slips down into his seat. Rolling his eyes up to look at the ceiling. “I find her very attractive.”
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Great! That’s all we needed to hear.’
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To say that today has started off terribly would be an understatement.
Ddongy decided that 3am was a perfect time to catch a case of the zoomies. Racing around the living room bouncing off the walls and waking Heeseung up.
Of course he fell asleep at the computer after arguing with his friends about his nonexistent love life for another hour until they all logged off and decided to meet up to get burgers. He passed, knowing that he’d have to wake up at the crack of dawn to drive himself to work.
Making Ddongy give him kisses despite how he writhed in his hands, he laughed, and stumbled right into his kitchen table stubbing his toe. Clasping a hand across his mouth to stop himself from shouting out a pained howl. He hopped around on one foot, his other throbbing as he reached the kitchen counter and Ddongy tilted his small kitten head in confusion watching his owner hunch over and whimper into his hand.
On top of his back cracking a hundred different ways from sleeping in the most foul of positions, he limped to his car after getting an hour of sleep in his actual bed. Deciding to leave a little early to grab himself a hot coffee before heading into work. That would definitely set his day straight, some strong hot caffeine.
Or at least it would have, if he hadn’t misplaced his store keys and hadn’t fumbled the paper cup in his hold as he reached into the bottom of his backpack in search of the keys.
This time he let out an anguished frustrated cry, echoing out into the empty parking lot as hot coffee drenched his pants.
“Fuck!! FUCK!!” He shouted, jumping up and down in place to shake the liquid off.
There’s just no way he can make today any better. Not with rent due at the end of the month, not with the electricity bill being higher than it ever is, not with the $8 he wasted on coffee only to paint his pants with.
Now he’s sulking over a small cup of instant brew, failing to convince himself that it doesn’t taste like pure dirt water. This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.
And he should know better than to speak too soon.
“Riwoo, how many times do I have to tell you that you cannot open up a trading card set until you pay!” Heeseung hates raising his voice, especially at work. He tries to keep it at a whispered tone, peering over the shelves at Jake who’s been playing a game on his phone behind the register ever since he clocked in an hour ago.
Don’t ever hire your friends.
“Shut up Lee,” this damn snarky kid has the audacity to scoff at him. “You know I have the money.”
“That doesn’t matter Riwoo!” The entrance chimes again, but he doesn’t look. Too flustered as he follows after one of the many teenagers that insists on making his life a living hell. “You cannot open that set until you pay!”
“Here!” Riwoo shouts, hurling a twenty dollar bill at him. “Damn.”
“At the register!” Heeseung gripes, reminding himself to breathe.
“Holy shit!” Riwoo jumps onto the tips of his feet, victoriously raising up a Charizard GX card. One that immediately draws Heeseung’s eye and gathers drool around his tongue. “And this my friends! Is why I continue to put up with this fucking nerd!” He turns around, holding the card up like a trophy with spread open lifted arms.
“T-that’s a rare Charizard.” He says more to himself. Slowly reaching for the card only for Riwoo to snatch it away, furrowing his eyebrows angrily.
“I know that idiot, don’t touch!”
“No no!” Heeseung stammers, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. “Here, take your money back, you cannot leave this store with that Pokémon set.”
“The hell I can’t!” Riwoo runs away down the aisle, making Heeseung chase after him. He moves to the next row to stop him, only to be met with a foot slamming into his shin. The same one leading down to his stubbed toe, he cries out. Dragging down a bunch of games lined up on a shelf nearby as he falls down to his knees and the stupid kid runs past him flipping him off. “Fucking loser!”
The door's bells chime a few times, probably all of his friends running out after him to cheer him on. Heeseung catches his breath, sitting on his ass and rubbing his shin.
God, that was embarrassing..
“Dude.” Jake frowns at him, coming to stand in front of him. “That was embarrassing.”
“I’m aware.” Heeseung mumbles, glaring at his best friend for not even offering to help him stand up.
“Yeah, mostly because that girl came in.” Jake continues, fussing with his hair. “Something about a thank you card for yesterday.” He motions toward the register. “And she saw you chasing around that 15 year old..”
“What?!” Heeseung jumps to stand, hissing and cradling his shin. Large eyes darting around the store in search of your face.
“I dunno, she uh, left after Riwoo ran out.” Frowning at the older, he pats his shoulder. “Was nice to dream. For what it’s worth, I really do think she was into you before she saw you bullying a kid.”
“I was not bullying him!” Stomping over to the register with his one good leg, mostly hobbling, he grabs his keys. Pausing when he spots a hot pink envelope with the nicest cursive writing he’s seen spelling out ‘Thank You’.
“Is this from her?” Picking up the envelope to inspect it, he sniffs. Catching a trace of sweetness, something sugary and clean. Is that perfume?..
“Yeah, told you, she had some excuse about wanting to thank the manager for the discount yesterday.” Jake waves it off like no big deal. Informing Heeseung that he’ll be taking his 15 minute break(that will inevitably be 30 minutes) even though he just clocked in an hour ago.
“A thank you note?” Wrinkling his eyebrows together, he leans against the register counter. The pain going up his shin slowly fading as he does his best to gently tear open the pink folded paper.
Pulling out two papers folded together inside, he opens them to find your writing.
‘Great wizard, I’ve scoured the lands in search of assistance for centuries now. My breed has been on the decline, and I, without a mate, cannot reproduce to assist my dying population.
I ask for your help now wizard of mystic and illusions to guide me and direct my way to a successful future.
(btw included a sketch I made of my costume a few years ago! pls don’t laugh!! I’m way better at drawing now!! ;~;)’
Heeseung quickly pulls out the next page, jaw dropping at the drawing. It’s clearly you, with a wolf skull on your head, more strings and straps on your figure than actual clothing, and a deadly looking bow and arrow across your back. His fingers drag down the drawing to the boots you’ve drawn, decorated with sharp canine teeth along the sides. He can picture you wearing this, and once again he purses his lips annoyed, arching his neck back to glare at the ceiling vent.
“Electricity bill so high for what—“
Cool air hits his face silencing him. Licking at his lips, he drags a sweaty palm down his pants still carrying the smell of coffee. Rubbing his stomach that feels more like wings fluttering and beating against his insides than actual nausea.
Now why would butterflies be erupting in his stomach?
“Oh fuck.”
Heeseung wipes at the back of his neck, fanning his shirt off of his chest. He’s being ridiculous, he’s too old to have a crush! What even is a crush? Reddit might know.
There’s no way he’s about to hop onto Reddit to fucking seek advice on this.
Why is my throat tightening up? Am I getting sick? Or did I just fall in love?
God, he’s screwed. And his shin really hurts. Enough to make him want to permanently ban Riwoo from ever entering this store again. Not that he will, unfortunately he’s all too familiar with Riwoo’s family situation. He and his mother have been squatting at a hotel a few blocks away for over a month now, only barely finding a room to share with his brother. That damn Pokémon card could be the highlight of his year, whereas it's a mere blow to Heeseung’s ego.
“Whatever.” Tossing his phone down after searching through different threads, he’s positive he’s not developing feelings. Maybe all the shitty convenience food that makes up 95% of his diet has finally caught up to him. Yeah, that’s probably it.
“Alright, I’m out of here.” Jake announces after taking his lunch. Once again reiterating that Heeseung really needs to post a ‘help wanted’ sign, or online advertisements.
“Have a hot date tonight.” He says proudly. Licking two of his fingers before he drags them across his eyebrows to smooth them down. “Girl with these tig ‘ole bitties.” He cups around his chest, squishing his eyebrows together. “Moved into my building, and fuck man, I need to get some of that.”
Jake’s probably one of his horniest friends, ever since they entered high school he’s been on a mission to shove his dick inside of any hole that will host him. When he’s not thinking about sex, he’s thinking about the last time he had sex, or looking up new positions he hasn’t tried yet. His mind screams for sex sex sex, directing most of the conversations they have to talk about sex.
Heeseung sighs, shrugging, he waves off his friend. “Hey dude,” Jake pauses before heading out. Tugging a red velvet beret onto his head. “Sorry I won’t be able to catch your stream tonight, but you should skip it and get some rest. You look like shit..”
Reaching past the register, he squeezes Heeseung’s shoulder and makes his way out of the store, bouncing on balls of his feet before jumping into the air and clicking his ankles together. All that Heeseung can think while watching his friend leave is what a shame it is that he refuses to get into D&D.
He’d make a great gnome.
The rest of the night goes pretty easy, allowing him ample time to clean up the mess he created earlier while chasing Riwoo around. He finishes stocking the shipment that came in yesterday. Eyeing the time before deciding he can shut off the register and outdoor lights to start working on a new display. This might be one of his favorite parts of the job.
Unraveling his headphones that are hanging on for dear life, he slots them into his ears and plugs in his phone. The best part about working a double shift from open to close is definitely how quiet and peaceful the store feels. It’s the one time Heeseung really gets to enjoy one of the many playlists he creates only to ignore 5 days out of the week and leave playing as low volume tunes while he games.
Tonight’s playlist of 2000s club hits really titillates him, working through cleaning and wiping down the area he’s going to set out the latest Mario Kart game. He’s been dealing with the layout and design through emails all week with Nintendo corporate. They’re more particular and demanding than they should be given the revenue they pull in and how effortlessly their games fly off the shelves.
He pauses to look over the display photos they’ve sent over before diving into cutting boxes open. He’ll have to get this done pretty fast if he wants to get home on time to feed Ddongy before it’s too late and his baby ignores him for the rest of the night.
“Oh, this is my song!” He mumbles to himself. Pulling out different cut outs of Mario and Princess Peach to set up. His hips shimmy along to the music blasting from his headphones, moving with a mind of their own as he sings along.
‘She’s nothing like the girl you’ve ever seen before! Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood whore!’ Picking up the box cutter he’s been using, he slides it shut. Raising the tool closer to his lips to sing into it like a mic. ‘I’m trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful!’
He slides down the aisle and back again, eyes shut, lifting one of his arms up and rolling his hips into a circle. ‘The way that booty moving I can’t take no more! Have to stop what I’m doing so I can pull her close!’
Spinning on his foot, he wraps around the air in front of him. Shoving his hips forward to mimic himself grinding against another body on the dance floor. ‘I’m trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful!!’
Right as the beat drops, he stomps and breaks into a dance through the aisle. Squeezing his eyes shut while throwing his hips from side to side. ‘Damn girl!’ Heeseung throws his head back, tossing his head around. His messy unstyled hair flops with him. ‘Damn you’s a sexy b—‘ lifting a hand to his mouth, he covers it before getting the curse word out. ‘Damn you’s a sexy—ahh!!’
Straightening his neck, his eyes flicker open, landing on your amused smile at the end of the aisle. His feet cross, ankles twisting together and before Heeseung can even process what’s just happened, his phone flies from his pocket into the air. The wires of his headphones latched onto a part of the display sticking out, ripping the buds from his ears. Pain shoots through his shin once again as he lands fully onto his knees inside of one of the boxes he’s opened. Crushing Wario’s face as the cardboard digs into the front of his shin and knee and he lets out an anguished cry.
“Oh my God!”
Oh this day. This day could not get worse.
Heeseung’s shin is officially down 2 points now, when he was never even aware of the scoreboard to begin with. He slumps back into the display set up, clutching his leg up to his chest and hissing. “I’m so sorry—I thought maybe you’d heard me come in! The door was unlocked!”
Blinking up, he can’t believe it’s you again. Especially since you came by earlier unbeknownst to him and got to witness a 15 year old handing him his own ass on a platter. “Huh?!”
Too tired and beyond mortified to process what the hell you’re rambling about. He rolls up his jeans and curses under his breath. Of course he scrapped the first layer of skin right off of his knee, that would explain the throbbing. “Oh my God that looks terrible, where’s your first aid kit?!” You ask frantically.
Shoving his pants back down, he nods toward the break room entrance. Grabbing onto the shelf of games nearby to pull himself up. Your hands hover near his torso, reaching for his free arm while insisting to help him stand. “Please please I’m really sorry about this! I really thought you heard the door chime.”
Ah shit. He didn’t lock the doors. “I should have, I don’t know—I should have!” You continue to ramble. Dragging your fingers through your hair in a rather anxious and crazed manner. Wide eyes bouncing around the store for an escape or something to hide under.
“It’s okay.” He says quietly, gently taking your wrists and moving your hands away from pulling at your hair. “I had my headphones on—“
Pausing mid-sentence, he slowly blinks. Picturing the smile on your face when he spotted you leaning against one of the shelfs watching him dance like a complete fool to Sexy Bitch. Oh God.
“How long have you been here?” He wearily asks, not really wanting to hear an answer.
“Five?.. Seven minutes?” You shrug nervously. Picking up his phone for him to make sure he didn’t crack the screen.
“I don’t always do that.” He mumbles, internally convulsing. He nods as a thank you as he accepts his phone. “We’re supposed to be closed..”
“I know, I’m sorry, I should have known that—honestly though, you dance really good!”
Ugh.
Heeseung grimaces, looking away and scratching at his Adams apple. His knee throbs harder, imploring him to grab ice from the fridge. The walk up the stairs to his apartment is gonna blow harder than usual tonight.
“You said the first aid is back here?” Moving around him, you point toward the door leading to the break room. Shooting his eyes open he follows behind you, hobbling on one foot.
“You can’t go back there!”
“Why?..”
“You don’t work here!” He says adamantly, swallowing when you begin to squint at him. “Company policy..”
“Don’t you like.. own this place?” You ask, continuing to question him with your gaze. Heeseung nods, pushing the break room door open.
“You’re right, I guess it doesn’t matter..”
Moments like this really set in how right his friends are about him. He’s an uptight hardass nerd that could benefit from a night out, dancing with real women instead of the ones he only imagines. “I mean, if you really aren’t okay with me being here right now, I can leave.” You murmur, anxiously fiddling with your fingers. “I just feel really bad about your leg.”
“It’s okay, you can come back here. I’ll allow it.” Turning his back toward you, he squeezes his eyes mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to himself. Why is he such a dweeb?!
“I really am sorry Heeseung, about startling you like that. I should have came by earlier but I got busy with some last minute errands.” You wave off, looking around the small break room.
Limping to the bathroom, he comes back to the table where the guys usually eat their meals. Dumping the first aid kit open with a look of confusion. “We close at 8.”
“I know—I—I know that.” You stammer a little, picking up a few of the alcohol swab packets. “Can I?”
Heeseung eyes you apprehensively, chewing his bottom lip for a few seconds before nodding and perching his bottom against the table. Setting his leg onto one of the chairs, he hisses as he rolls his jeans back up and winces at the sight of his scuffed knee, already beginning to swell with a bruise. Great.
“Here I thought I was going to make you feel better.” Muttering under your breath, you grab a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Moving down onto your knees for a better view of his leg. He hisses as you start to clean off his wound, apologizing with each swipe.
“Wh-what are you doing here this late? I thought you came in today already?” Taking this chance to get a good look at your face while you focus, he really starts to study your features. Much like the other day you have on some makeup, eyeliner and mascara. A little of that glowly stuff on your cheeks and nose bridge. And your lips, they’re cutely shaped, almost like a heart. More pronounced by whatever tint and sparkly gloss you have on. His mouth tweaks to one side, the only thought running through his mind is how pretty you are. Even as you dab the deeper part of his cut with an alcohol swab that burns and makes him shiver.
You’re pretty. You’re really pretty.
Too pretty for him.
“So yeah, I tried talking to that kid. Riwoo?”
Wait what? Snapping himself out of his thoughts he focuses on your voice, looking away when you look up at him. “When he ran out, I went after him to see if he’d cut me a deal.”
“What??” He sits up straight. Hissing as he shoves his jeans back down and moves away from the table. “You talked to Riwoo? Why?”
“Well, for the Charizard card—
There is absolutely no way this day could get worse. It’s almost laughable, except it’s way too embarrassing, and if he ever had a chance with you he undoubtedly ruined that after this day.
“The Charizard card.” He repeats monotonously. Eyes darting to your hands diving into your bag.
“Riwoo wouldn’t sell me his.. I really tried to bargain with him but, I did some digging around online and actually found a guy in town with the exact same card.”
“T-that’s a secret rare Charizard GX card.” He thinks his lips move to say, maybe that’s his voice speaking. But all that he can focus on is the colors beaming back at him under the break room's fluorescent lights, blurring the wishful look on your face from behind the piece of expensive paper you’re holding up for him.
“Yeah, I really hope it’s legit cause,” you laugh awkwardly, stretching your arm out toward him. “It’s yours.”
“What?!” He stumbles back, raising his hands away from the card. Huffing a mildly terrified laugh at the idea of accepting such an outrageous offer. “For h-how much??”
“Oh, I wasn’t—I’m not charging you anything! You seemed like you really wanted this.” You shrug, capturing your bottom lip to bite on. “Here, please, take it.”
Shaking the card at him, his eyes go wide enough to fall out. Shaking his head rapidly, he waves his arms in dismay. “You’re crazy, I can’t accept that?!”
“Why?? Is it fake??”
“No!” Reaching to pull on his hair, he stares at the card in disbelief. Slowly dragging his gaze from the pretty manicured designs on your nails to the bracelets you have on, your slouchy sweater, and then to your pretty pretty face. So freaking pretty.
A pretty girl offering him a rare Charizard GX as if it’s a fucking piece of gum. This day could actually not get any crazier.
“I really cannot accept that. Thank you though.”
The small amount of hope on your face crumbles, dragging the corners of your lips down as you nod and put the card back away inside of your wallet of all places. His teeth grind, holding himself back from saying anything about how you should be taking care of such a rare card. “I should uh, clean up the mess I made.” Motioning to exit the break room, he steps back for you to step out first. Turning the lights off and jingling the store keys in his pocket.
“It’s really late now..” you mention, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Can I at least drive you home? For all the trouble I’ve caused?”
Heeseung’s mouth opens to reply, ready to shake his head ‘no’ until he thinks about Ddongy meowing at him this morning.
His baby!
“Ddongy!” He panics. Quickly shoving the boxes of the display aside to clear the path of the aisle.
“What?”
“My cat!” Tugging at his hair again, he jogs to the registers to make sure they’re turned off. “I have to go! He hasn’t ate since morning!
“Oh my God..” you say in awe, following him around as he runs from corner to corner of the store checking all the plugs. “You have a cat..”
Coming to a stop to look at you, he laughs to pretend like he didn’t just act like some crazy cat dad. “Uh, yeah I do.”
“Ddongy?” Hiding your smile, you pull out keys from your pocket. Dangling them with that same hopeful look on your face from before. “Can I please take you home to feed your cat?
Heeseung can feel his ears start to burn up, smoothing his hair down over them, he’s suddenly thankful that he’s been too lazy and busy to schedule a haircut. He can’t really turn you down again right? Then you’d really think that he has zero interest in getting to know you.
“Sure.”
Sure this sounds like a good idea, until he walks outside with you and remembers to lock the store doors this time, turning around to see his lonesome car parked alone in the lot. He pretends to not notice and follows you, albeit still limping, he keeps up with your pace with a forced smile on his face. “You really don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” You grin, jogging to open the passenger door for him. The smile on your face growing to a large one stretched from ear to ear. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll let me meet Ddongy.”
Heeseung lets his back melt into your cushy furry leopard seat covers. Darting his eyes all over, he counts the different Hello Kitty air fresheners you have. Takes a deep breath of how nice and floral your car smells. “So, where to?”
Rubbing his sweaty palms down the tops of his thighs, he starts listing out directions. Not living too far away from the store, you mention that he’s only a couple of streets away from you. “Guess we would have run into each other eventually.”
“Yeah, uhm, yeah maybe.” Trying to stay calm, he avoids eye contact when you park. “Well, thank you for driving me home.”
“Aw come on Heeseung! I wanna meet Ddongy!” You whine, making his chest shrivel from inside.
“Right right, okay. He might be cranky because I’m late and he’s a little weird around strangers still..”
“Well I’m great with animals!” Skipping behind him, you follow him up the stairs to his apartment, each step shooting painful pangs up his leg. For once he feels grateful that he lives in such an old building and won’t have to take an awkward elevator ride with you. Humming and keeping his gaze focused on his feet to cover up his heavy breathing.
“Sorry if it’s a mess, I wasn’t expecting any guests.” Unlocking the front door, he can already hear Ddongy’s claws scratching down the wood floor as he runs akin to a bat out of hell down the hallway toward his owner. Releasing a cried meow, he paws at Heeseung’s legs before he can fully step out of his shoes. “I know buddy, I know. I’m late, again.” He sighs, reaching under Ddongy’s arms to scoop him up as he stands.
“Oh my Gosh! He’s precious!” You squeal, making grabby hands by your chin. Not wanting to startle his cat the way you got Heeseung earlier, you enter inside behind him, following his lead with removing your shoes. “He looks like Toothless!”
A smile pokes out his cheek dimples, rubbing one of his kittens ears flexing around on airplane mode when you speak. “Yeah, he kind of does.” Ddongy squirms in his arms, reminding him that he needs to eat, now. “Come on, I’ll let you give him a treat.”
Leading you to the kitchen, he sets Ddongy down to feed him. Taking out a few treats, he hands you 2 of them and nods for you to offer them to his cat. “He needs to get used to your scent.” Heeseung yawns, raising an eyebrow when Ddongy eats right out of your palm and rubs his cheeks against the back of your hand.
“Pffft…this cat.”
“Aw he likes me.” The same smile you’ve had on the entire way home beams up at him. “Like father like son.”
Heeseung chokes on his spit, setting Ddongy’s food down before he lifts up to stretch his back, reaching for the cabinet above him for support. “You must be tired.” You say, scratching Ddongy’s back and tail before standing up. “It’s late, daddy needs to eat and sleep too.”
Again, he struggles to swallow his own spit, letting out an awkward laugh. He smooths his hair over his ears again. “Not trying to kick you out or anything, you’re welcome to stay.”
“Oh? Am I?” Tilting your head to one side, your smile turns more flirtatious with raised eyebrows. He has to look away, scratching at his chest.
“God, I’m so rude, huh? Would you like anything to drink? Water? Soda?” He frets, rushing for the fridge to look inside of. Not that he has much to offer.
“That’s okay Heeseung. I’m pretty tired too.” As if on cue, you yawn, covering your mouth with a laugh. “Might stop by tomorrow for that new Mario Kart release.”
“Oh right right.” Shit. He’s going to have to wake up super early to get that display done before the store opens. “I’ll walk you out.”
“Don’t worry about it,” you wink, bending down to pet Ddongy rubbing his cheek against your leg. “He must really like me.”
Yeah. Heeseung thinks, fingers itching by his hips to stop you from leaving, unsure of what else he could even say if you were to stay.
He must really like you.
“Night Heeseung, get some rest.” You wave, turning to leave his apartment. He follows after you, waving goodbye. Locking the door when you exit without watching you until you make it to the end of the hallway. That might be too weird, right? He doesn’t want to seem weird.
Then again, you showed up at his job after closing with a rare Charizard GX collector card.. which you likely spent hundreds of dollars on and then offered to him for free.
That’s not necessarily proof that you’re into him, but it definitely makes some convincing evidence if he really sits down to think about it. That and how you offered to patch up his bloody shin, getting down on your knees without a second thought before cleaning off his wound.
And then insisting on driving him home.. begging to meet his cat.. maybe he’s reading too into things.
A knock on his door pulls him from his delusions, peaking through the peephole before he unlocks it, fully expecting to see you again. His eyebrows raise as he opens the door and finds a bag of takeout waiting for him, the delivery guy already on his way back to his car.
‘Make sure you eat something else besides ramen sometimes boss.
-Jakey Jakey’
Heeseung smiles, shutting the door and making his way back to the kitchen. Other than thinking about sex, Jake does remember to be a caring friend sometimes.
———————————-
Nothing wakes you up quite like a ball of furry cat butt in your face.
Heeseung groans, dragging his palms down Ddongy’s back. “Who needs an alarm when I have you, my son.”
And he’s thankful that Ddongy reminds him, whether he’s aware that he does or not, that he needs to head to the store earlier today. The pain shooting up his shin also reminds him that he needs to get going before the train leaves without him.
Making his way to work, he’s shocked to see Jake sitting out front with his face buried in a cup of coffee. “Hee, what took you so long man?”
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you off today?”
Jake jumps up, carrying an extra cup of hot coffee, now mostly lukewarm. “Why’s your car here?”
Heeseung thanks his friend for the coffee, appreciating the small amount of warmth running down his throat. Turning around to look at his car that’s been parked overnight, he smiles and presses the coffee to his lips. “I guess it’s a long story.”
Jake squints at him, raising a curious eyebrow. “We have time.”
It only takes an hour to fix up the display with his friend's help, much faster than he would have been able to alone with the way Jake bounces off the walls as he retells last night's events.
“Dude, she’s totally into you!!” He squeals, running up and down the aisle with his hands waving about. “I can’t believe this! Do you know how much she had to pay for that stupid Pokémon card?! Those things cost a fortune!”
Heeseung hasn’t really considered the fact that you spent money, your own money to get him a Charizard card that he fought a teenager for..
“You think she likes me?”
“Dude, come on man!” Jake squeaks, grabbing onto his shoulders. “You cannot be this dense!” Snapping his fingers, he clutches onto the back of his neck, drawing the taller closer to himself. “I need you to listen to me, and I really mean listen to me.”
Heeseung nods, nervously gulping. “This girl, she’s hot. She’s really attractive man, like..” he bites down on his lip, shaking his head. “She’s so fucking sexy dude.”
Heeseung’s ears burn, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. He’s listening, he is, he’s understanding everything his friend is saying, but accepting how attractive you are is only going to make all of this so much more difficult for him to believe. “Why would she like me?”
Jake sighs, dragging his hands down his shoulders to look him over. The greasy strands of hair hanging over his forehead, his dark eye bags, chapped lips, the same faded uniform shirt he’s worn everyday this week. “Give yourself credit, she likes something about you.”
She likes something about you.
That’s all Heeseung can think about for the rest of the day as he sorts through go backs, damages out returns, and responds to emails from different vendors and suppliers. You like something about him.
Maybe you like something about him..
He’s thankful that Jake decided to come in today, the extra help was more needed than he thought. And driving himself home felt like a huge relief after working all day. The extra long hot shower he took was even more necessary than he realized, making him question if he should really hire a couple of more employees.
Not that he can afford to.
After feeding Ddongy and making himself a proper meal(albeit with some of the leftovers from the food Jake got him) he sits down at his computer chair. Getting comfortable before logging on to find none of his friends online. “Oh.”
Shrugging, he cracks his knuckles and turns on a live stream anyway. Maybe they’ll show up eventually, or maybe they’re all busy, having actual lives to attend to..
League of Legends sounds like the perfect option to lose himself in tonight. His eyes burn as he stares at the screen and becomes engrossed in the game, not even noticing when a new user enters the stream.
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Hey!’
The sound of a new message startles him, glancing down, he squints as something peeking out from under his keyboard catches his attention and he pauses the game.
Charizard beams back at him when he moves his keyboard aside and he can’t stop a smile from pushing the apples of his cheeks up. “Wow.”
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Playing league tonight?’
The chat startles him again, glancing at the screen to see that a few of his online gaming friends have joined, along with a newcomer. “That’s a username I don’t recognize.”
He says out loud, reading it over quickly before leaning back to look at the card sliding between his fingers.
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘What do you have there?’
Lifting the card up for his camera to focus on, he grins and chuckles. Shaking his head before throwing himself back into his gaming chair. “Chat, I can’t believe this.”
TheNextFaker420: ‘Is that a fucking Charizard GX?!’
“It is!” He laughs, setting the card down to stay up against his computer screen. “I—I met someone, I think.”
The few usernames he recognizes in the chat all type quickly, questioning what he’s stuttering about. “A girl.” He says, patting his cheeks that suddenly feel warm. “A girl came into work this week and—“
Hooning02: ‘Whatttt? You finally got some?’
“No no,” sinking into his chair, he plays with his bottom lip. Chewing on the plush skin as he thinks about your conversation from the previous night. “I don’t know what to do, she’s way out of my league..”
Hooning02: ‘Okay what’s new? Is she down to fuck or what?’
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Do you like her?’
Heeseung reads the new messages that pop up, not fully focusing as he thinks about the way you blew on his cut and patched him up. “I like her. I really think I like her, a lot.” He finally admits, mostly to himself. Picking up the Charizard card, he gently traces at the character's photo, biting back a smile.
TheNextFaker420: ‘Well! Quit being a pussy dude! Ask her out.’
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘You should definitely ask her to hang out, maybe grab a coffee!! Girls love coffee.’
Hooning02: ‘Nah man, go straight for fucking. Dating is useless if she’s way too hot for you! She’ll just use you for a few good meals.’
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘No no! You’re cute, I am sure she would really love to get to know you better first!’
Heeseung drags his fingers through his freshly washed hair, stressed out by the differing amounts of advice popping up in the chat. “Worse that can happen is she says no?” He frowns, poking at the Charizard card.
You wouldn’t have just gifted him something like this for no reason? What are the chances that you’re actually just a really nice person? He has to ask him if people this nice still exist.
“Ask her out?” He questions, reading through the chat again.
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘What do the two of you have in common? Maybe you could invite her to do something you share an interest in! Does she play video games?’
“Actually, we have a few things in common..” he blinks slowly, as if realizing for the first time that you both enjoy cosplaying. At least to some extent. You definitely like video games, and you must have some type of knowledge about Pokémon. “She does play video games.”
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘That’s great! What about going to an arcade?’
Hooning02: ‘Don’t do it man, I’m telling you now that it’s going to be a waste of time.’
Heeseug checks the time, fighting back a yawn as he contemplates asking you to hang out, maybe for a date. Maybe as friends, friends go to an arcade..
“I’ll let you all know how it goes.” He nods, picking Ddongy up who has been pawing at his ankle for the last 5 minutes. “Have to work again tomorrow. I should really head to bed now.”
Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Take my advice mystic wiz! You’ll never know if you don’t give it a shot!’
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“Jungwon, I hate asking but I’m a bit short on rent this month.”
Heeseung doesn’t just hate asking his friend for money, he absolutely loathes it. He should be on top of all of the stores bills and finances, but here he is instead, asking a guy who meows on stream to lend him a thousand dollars.
“You still owe me from last month, Heeseungie.” He says, pinching one of the olders cheeks to add more humiliation to this situation. Jungwon’s dimples poke deep into his cheeks, making Heeseung wonder if he’d get more viewers with the help of such a cute and endearing feature. “Gonna have to start charging you with an interest rate.”
Heeseung grunts, sighing when the younger motions for him to do a little dance with some extra cuteness to convince him.
A humiliation ritual to earn his money. “Please, I wanna see some Geppetto moves here!” He giggles, propping his chin onto his palms as his superior dances like a fool for him. He’ll lend him the money of course, but getting to watch Heeseung jump around like a Leprechaun isn’t something he’s willing to pass up. “Alright alright, that was great. Now twerk a little.”
“Jungwon.” Heeseung says firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Alright alright hyung, I know. Times are tough, you know I’ll spot you.” He jeers, poking at the olders chest. “You’re just too cute when you get desperate. Oh and—“ glancing past Heeseung’s shoulder, he pats his chest, shoving him to turn around.
Really, your timing is impeccable. Always showing up when he’s at his lowest. At least the smile you’re forcing tells him that you feel somewhat bad for him, he hopes.
“Looks like we have a customer.” Jungwon chuckles from behind him, heading back to the register.
“You’re a pretty good dancer!” You obviously rush to say, trying to lessen the blow of embarrassment. Pursing his lips together, he clasps his hands and makes himself smile.
“What brings you in today?”
“The new Mario Kart, remember?”
Oh right, as if the scar forming on his leg wasn’t enough of a reminder. He walks with you over to the display, subtly checking out the sparkly gemstones on your bottoms that spell out ‘juicy’. Quickly darting his gaze away to not appear to be staring at your ass, he clears his throat. “You accidentally left the Charizard card at my desk by the way..”
“Wasn’t an accident.” You state confidently. Leaning against the new display with a copy of Mario Kart in hand. “By the way, did you read my thank you note?”
“Oh.” Clearing his throat, he tries to ignore the flush of heat rising up his cheeks. Leaning opposite of you on the display as well to see cool and calm. “Yeah, I did, uh.”
Think fast Heeseung. Don’t fuck this up.
“Actually, this weekend I am meeting up with one of my friends.” He informs, beginning to speak animatedly with his hands. “He needs help making a staff before we go back out to Eagle Stone next month.”
“What’s Eagle Stone?”
“Oh, it’s that place in the next town over I was telling you about before. Some of us who do live action roleplay meet out there once a month to update the game—“
“You mean larping, right?” You smirk, the sparkly lipgloss you have on really popping. Heeseung nervously licks his lips, reaching up to smooth his hair down onto his ears.
“The drawing of your design, for your druid—“
“Druidess.” You correct, twirling your hair around one of your jewelry adorned fingers.
“Yes yes, uhm, your bow and arrow. If you want to come with us, I can help you with building it?” He suggests cautiously, preparing himself for your rejection.
“This weekend? You, me, and a friend of yours?” Tilting your head to one side curiously, your lips pout. “Where exactly are you going?”
“It’s this woodwork shop on the other side of town, not too far from here.”
“Did you want to get coffee before?” Raising an eyebrow, you lean in closer. “Or like, after?”
Heeseung shrugs, shaking his head. “I don’t think so, I have to swing by to pick up Gyu first, and then I’m going to help him with his costume—“
“Oh okay,” you sigh, hiding the disappointment in your voice with a small smile. “Sounds cool, I’m free. Wanna text me the address?”
Holding your phone out for him, you motion for him to add his number to your contacts. Heeseung nods, smearing his palms down the front of his shirt before shakily typing in his number and shooting himself a text. The buzz in his pocket shivers up to his spine, switching on a lightbulb in his head.
He has your phone number now. This is progress.
“I’ll see you this weekend then, Heeseung. Maybe I’ll get lucky enough to see more of your moves.” You wink, standing up straight to head to the register and make a purchase. The reason you came in today, allegedly.
Breathily laughing, he imagines himself melting into a pool of goo for you to stomp through and splash around the walls. Using his mortification as paint for everyone to know how badly he could simply die right now. Not to be dramatic.
“I’ll text you the address.” He coughs, rubbing one of his cheeks on his shoulder in attempt to brush away his blush.
“I’ll be waiting.”
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“Why would you invite a girl?” Beomgyu huffs, arms crossed together tightly over his chest where he sits to Heeseung’s side.
Reaching over to check his friend's seatbelt before he heads off, he groans, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. “She plays.”
“So what, you know I don’t do well with new people.”
Heeseung sighs, driving down to the freeway to get them across town to the craft store they frequent. He has some good coupons to put to use today to start working on a new cape and hat design. “She’s really easy to get along with, easy to talk to. I swear.”
“Whatever.” Beomgyu pouts, wrinkling between his eyebrows. Shifting his body away, he glares outside of the window and ices Heeseung out the entire drive over. Typical, he hates when plans change without at least a week’s notice.
Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Heeseung wonders what the hell he’s doing. You really seemed so excited over text, and kept mentioning different places to eat in the area that you’ve been wanting to try. He knows Beomgyu wouldn’t want to waste their day at some restaurant, especially with all of his allergies. He’s super cautious of trying out new places.
As much as he’d love to spend more of this day with you, he already had to cancel on Gyu last weekend because Jake wouldn’t cover his shift. He can’t stop himself from thinking that he’s dropping the ball, not that he’s even sure he has it in his hands yet.
“We’re here.” He announces, setting the car into park. “Come on dude, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Truce?”
Beomgyu grumbles, sticking his pinky out for them to settle this little spat with the secret handshake they’ve been doing since they were kids. “Fine fine. She better be cool.”
Heeseung wants to assure him that you are, you’re very cool. Licking over his lips nervously he gets out of the car and immediately hones in on you leaning against a sleek all black jeep. A different car than the one you drove him home in. Also shinier and newer than the piece of junk he’s been driving ever since his parents gifted him a car for his 16th Birthday.
“Hey!” He says much too excitedly, clearing his throat. “I mean, glad you made it.”
Beomgyu lightly shoves into his side, maintaining the stance of his arms crossed to express his annoyance. “This is Gyu.” Laughing nervously he introduces the two of you. Quickly suggesting you both head into the store when Beomgyu doesn’t reciprocate your greeting.
“This is really cool, I didn’t want to head inside without you but I was searching around online.” You share, sticking to his side that Beomgyu isn’t occupying. “Haven’t done any really thought out crafting projects in a while.”
Heeseung motions for you to follow him over to the part of the store used to host classes. He’s been to a few with his friends before to learn more when it comes to building and crafting. Only, he was less interested in utilizing this new skill for furniture assimilation and more for making tools from scratch that could be useful during battle. He did also build a cat tower for Ddongy.
“Did you bring any sketches?” He asks, setting down the backpack he brought along.
“Yeah I did!” Beomgyu scoffs under his breath as you dig into your bag for a small sketchbook. Forcing an unimpressed frown when you open up the designs you’ve come up with for a bow and arrow.
“These are great!” Heeseung drags his finger over the sketches. Nodding and smiling big before snapping his fingers. “You want it to be fully functional?”
“Well, ideally yes.”
“Alright.” He hums, pinching his chin as the wheels in his head begin to spin. “Green wood is pretty flexible, will make your bow harder to break. But for shooting, if you’re really looking for speed, it’s not the best. You’d want properly dried wood for a real fast shooting bow.” Searching for a pen in his bag, he scribbles down a few notes on a blank page in your sketchbook.
“Wow, you really know what you’re talking about..” you breathily laugh. Raising his eyebrows to look at you, he gulps. The same rush of heat he felt at the store returns when he stares at your teeth digging into your plump bottom lip. Pursing his lips together to smile, he hopes his cheeks aren’t reflecting how hot they feel.
Hiding his nerves with a cough, he softly laughs. “Hah yeah..”
“Ugh.” Beomgyu groans, rolling his eyes. “I need a dried down wood for my staff. I don’t want anything flexible.” He huffs, nose scrunched.
“Gyu’s a warlock.” Heeseung informs, rubbing at his nape. “We’re making him one with a dragon on top because he’s kind of like Lord of the Rings obsessed.
“It’s not a dragon, Heeseung!” Beomgyu exclaims, whipping out his phone to enlarge a photo. “It’s Sauron’s helmet!”
“Yeah but it looks like a dragon.” Heeseung mumbles.
“That’s soo cool. Oh my God, I bet it’s going to turn out awesome!” You compliment, turning the pages in your sketchbook. “I’m a druidess, wolf hybrid.”
Beomgyu frowns, refusing to admit that your sketches are really good. Even if he wants to ask you for tips and advice. “You know, a female druid.” You continue, snapping his round eyes to look at you.
“I know what a druidess is!” He grouches. “I wasn’t born yesterday!” Turning away, he stomps down through the closest aisle. Pretending to look at the different nail sizes, as if he knows the differences between any of them.
“Sorry about him, he can be a little—“
“It’s okay, I get it.” You nod, setting your sketchbook down again. “So, green wood? Is that what you were saying?”
Heeseung tries to ignore how your gaze continues to focus on him as he explains that you’ll need to debark and smooth down the wood to avoid getting splinters. Offering to measure everything for you to ensure the bow and arrow are a good size for your frame, he regrets his decision when you move to stand in front of him and arch forward with your chest perked out. “Like this?”
Moving his gaze away at lightning speed, he nervously laughs. Digging around to find his measuring tape, he moves behind you. “Actually, you should be in your shooting stance for the best configurations..”
“Oh, like this?” Posing as if you actually have a bow and arrow in your hold, you slightly bend at your knees. Turning your face to the side to peer at him from over your shoulder. Heeseung wishes he could pretend that his cheeks aren’t on absolute fire right now, darting his eyes to look at the floor, he nods.
“Good form.”
“Thanks, I’m probably rusty.” You wink, flicking your hair away from your shoulder as you twist your neck to watch him measure the length of your back. Being careful to not actually touch you, he hovers above your shoulders to check the width.
“You’re a bit small.” He notes, jotting down your inches.
“Is that a problem?” You ask, pouting.
Heeseung steps around, eyes going wide as he looks at your face. Slowly dragging his gaze lower to inspect just how small you are, much smaller than him. He could probably easily pick you up..
“Why would that be a problem?” Maybe he’s too much of a nitwit to fully grasp the smirk playing at your lips. And maybe he should actually listen to his friends instead of tuning them out when they try to help him understand how he could flirt better. “Must be fun, you could get tossed around in battle. Your body is the weapon.”
Biting down a smile, you raise an eyebrow as he begins to measure your arms. “Well I know wizards aren’t really useful in battle, imagine what a team we could be? Especially because you’re so strong and big.”
Heeseung dry swallows, stilling his hand before he starts to fan himself. “Me? Strong? Hah. Hardly.”
“Oh come on,” poking at his bicep, you slowly drag your finger down to his forearm. “Who needs to lift weights when you game all day?”
“Uh. I really only game at night.” Following your touch trailing down to his hand, he feels a shiver roll up his spine. Clenching his teeth as you step in closer until your chest is brushing against his.
“We could practice.”
“Practice?” His eyebrows furrow, worried gaze finding yours of amusement. “Practice what?”
“You tossing me around.” Breathily laughing, you wrap around his wrist, lifting your hands up. “You kind of have big hands, bet they’d look huge holding on to me.”
“W-what?” He stutters, licking his lips. Fingers flexing as you set his palm against the center of your stomach and push for him to press against you.
“Wow. You really are big.”
What the hell is happening right now?! Are you still talking about teaming up to battle on the field?! Heeseung’s mouth feels even more dry now, as if he’ll breath out dust if he opens it. Giving himself a minute to think, he repeats your question. “Is that a problem?”
The smirk on your face grows into a smile. Glancing at his palm still flat against your stomach. “I like when it hurts.”
“Battle?!”
“Heeseung, I haven’t got all day!” Beomgyu returns to find you both still fucking around. Grunting and dropping the basket of items he’s acquired to kill time, he grabs onto the tallers shoulders and successfully manages to yank him away from you, thanks to his extra wobbly knees. “You know that I have to get home to give Jarvis his medication!”
Right. Jarvis. Beomgyu’s pet gerbil with high anxiety that he drops a ridiculous amount of money on to keep him calm with overpriced prescription meds. “Right, sorry Gyu.”
Flickering his gaze back and forth between your look of disappointment and his friends angrily furrowed eyebrows, he sighs. “I can make the bow for you, with these measurements. Might take me a few days ‘cause of work.”
“You don’t have to, Heeseung.”
“No no, I want to.” He nods eagerly, grabbing your sketchbook. “Can I borrow this? Just for reference.”
“Of course.” Smiling at him, you squeeze his arm. “That’s really nice of you. Don’t worry about the cost, I can cover it.”
Remembering the coupons in his pocket, he tells himself to find the best deals for supplies to make you the best bow and arrow. It takes another hour of Beomgyu glaring at the two of you rambling about different video games you both play, explaining all the different charms on your purse, how you already hate your new apartment because your neighbors are sooo rude and loud.
Heeseung squints a bit when you mention your complex's name, swearing to himself that that’s a really expensive area only really wealthy people can afford to live in. Jungwon did say you don’t live too far from the store.. but for some reason he hadn’t assumed that meant you lived next to the Equinox and absurdly inflated grocery store next door to it ripping people off and selling twenty dollar smoothies.
Judging by the frustrated and annoyed sounds his friend continuously mutters as you walk through the store, he’s sure Beomgyu wouldn’t agree that you’re easy to talk to. Not that he has spoken to you much, leaving the conversation for only the two of you. Whether or not Gyu agrees, Heeseung can’t deny how his cheeks ache from smiling so much. Even reaching up to rub at them after laughing when you grab a hot glue gun because you need to fix a drawer set that keeps coming apart.
“You can’t use a hot glue gun for that!” Setting it back down, he counts over everything that he’s grabbed for his wizard hat and your bow and arrow. “I can help you build it, if you want.”
“Really?” You smile, clasping your hands together. “You wanna come over?”
“Ah, I can’t today, but maybe later this week?”
Agreeing on setting up another day for him to bring his box of tools over to repair the different boxes of furniture you’ve yet to properly set up, he has no time to let it sink in that he’ll have to be inside of your home. Too distracted by Beomgyu’s little comments and bickering, he decides it’s best to wrap up this shopping venture.
“I’ll text you with updates.” He walks with you back to your car, holding up the large bag of items you purchased. “Progress photos and stuff.”
“Great! I’ll see you soon then?” You ask hopefully, waiting for his answer with your driver door open.
“Definitely sooner than later.” He agrees with a nod, waving you off before packing away the things you both bought into his backseat.
“Didn’t tell me you were inviting your girlfriend.” Beomgyu grumbles as he starts the car.
“What??”
“Not telling me that you’re dating someone is probably more annoying than springing a last minute change of plans, you know.”
“I-I’m not dating her.” He chuckles, eyeing his blushed cheeks in the rearview mirror. Damnit.
“Oh yeah? Then what the hell was that? Because it looked like a date to me, and I was the third wheel!” Scoffing, he lightly shoves Heeseung’s shoulder. “Where did you even find her?”
“I’m not dating anyone Gyu, swear. I would tell you!”
“Does Jake know?” He squints questioningly. Hinting at their rivalry, the two most opposite people he could ever come to know, both being his best friends.
“She comes into the store, that’s how we met.” He clarifies, getting onto the freeway.
“Pft, so he does know.”
“Not technically, we aren’t dating.”
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Lord Farquaad: ‘Change of plans. We are dating. I think.’
Heeseung grimaces when he sees the username his best friend has him saved under pop up on the screen. Huffing and rolling his eyes.
‘And change that username!! I do not look like fucking Lord Farquaad!!’
DewtheGyu: ‘What the fuck do you mean that you’re dating?! Ugh!’ Quickly rushing to log off from his stream. He calls up Heeseung on discord, immediately met with panic on his face.
“Gyu, it’s—“
“You were lying to me!”
“I wasn’t!! Okay?! I got on live and was talking about everything that happened today and one thing led to another!” Heeseung grabs at chunks of his hair. Pulling tendrils between his fingers with wrinkles lining his forehead. “One of my viewers was really encouraging me to ask her out. So I texted her! And she actually said yes!”
“One of you viewers?!” Beomgyu scoffs. “Who?! Jake?!”
“No no, it’s a new viewer, they’ve been really nice.” Squinting at his closed stream chat, he reads off the username. “Lycanthrope goddess, something like that. I didn’t actually think she’d say yes..”
Beomgyu grunts, glaring at his webcam. “Well! What exactly happened!”
“I texted her, asking if she has plans tomorrow night.” Heeseung recounts, opening his phone to your messages. “And she said she doesn’t.. so I asked if she’d maybe wanna check out that Round One bowling arcade place at the mall after I’m off from work, of course.”
“Ugh, I love Round One.”
“Yeah, me too.” Heeseung nods, smoothing his messy hair. “She—she said yes, that she’d love to go with me.”
“That’s—that’s really good?” Beomgyu mutters, leaning forward with his chin resting on the backs of his hands. “And you really are telling me before Jake?”
“Yes!” Heeseung squeaks, rolling his eyes. “Dude I haven’t been on a date in so long. I don’t know what to do!”
Beomgyu nods, inspecting his friends hunched over defeated position on his computer screen. “I’m coming over, this calls for a makeover.”
“A what?!”
“I dunno, they do it in movies and it always works. As your best friend, I’m going to set you up for success Hee.”
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Whistles greet him as he arrives to work the next day. Feeling more confident than usual, he walks in with a cup of coffee, managing to keep this one intact and not spilled all over a sidewalk and his jeans.
“Who the hell killed Heeseung?” Jake jeers, stepping out from behind the register to get a good look at him. “And who is this?”
Jungwon blinks over and over again, checking him out from head to toe. “What the hell? What’s that smell?”
Heeseung sniffs the air around himself, sipping his warm coffee. “Used an Amber body wash this morning, I don’t know..”
“You showered? Before work?” Jake raises an eyebrow, circling around him with his arms crossed over his chest. “And you cut your hair, those are new shoes, wore all of your ear piercings too.”
“Is that eyeliner?” Jungwon gets up close to his face, hiking up on his tiptoes. “What the—“
“I have a date.” He says with a small smile, furrowing his eyebrows. “I think.”
“You think?!” Jake dusts him off, whistling again. “You sly dog, please tell me it’s with that hottie that keeps coming in here to flirt with you.”
“She’s not flirting with me.” He rubs at his nape nervously, carrying around the Charizard card you haggled to get him in his pocket. Burning a hole through the material of his pants where it’s pressed to his thigh, in a sturdy card holder, of course. “But yes, I—I asked her out.”
“You asked her out first?” Jake guffaws, smirking. “Now I’m even more impressed.”
“And she said yes?” Jungwon squints, sliding the tip of his finger across the row of hoop earrings lining his earlobe. “You have to make the first move, alright?”
“That’s uhm, kind of what I was hoping we could talk about.” Clearing his throat, he straightens his back out. Rolling his shoulders to appear confident. “It’s been a good while since I’ve gone on a date and I don’t want to blow this.”
Jake hums, pointing at Jungwon and snapping his fingers. “Roleplaying, you’ll be the girl.”
“Ugh! Why do I always have to be the girl?!”
“Because you get on live and rub your nipples for horny fangirls who send you money.” Jake sneers, motioning for them to follow him over to the register. “Heeseung, think about it this way, you already roleplay all of the time. You just have to pretend you’re.. not yourself.”
“But, why would I do that?” He questions, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Am I not good enough?”
“Not really.” Jungwon adds, frowning. “I mean, she’s really hot, and you need to get laid dude.”
As expected, Beomgyu was great at fixing his hair, choosing a well put together outfit that wouldn’t take him too far out of his comfort zone. Helping him pick out what jewelry to adorn his ears with, and even encouraging him to wear a little makeup to cover his blemishes and enhance his most attractive feature.
‘Eyes, girls love eyes. Especially big giant simpy Bambi eyes like yours.’ That’s what he said when Heeseung complained and poked himself with a kohl pencil for the third time this morning while they facetimed and his best friend gave him the last approval on his look.
Jake and Jungwon would be the ones to cover everything else. From the way he greets you, how he walks, when to grab the door for you, what he should pay attention to and how he should ease into flirtation. They spent the rest of the day between assisting customers testing out different scenarios.
What if she wants to eat? What if she’s better at gaming than you? What if she compliments you?
What to do when you start dropping hints, and maybe even invite him over to your place after.
“D-do you really think she’d do that? Isn’t it too soon for a nightcap?” He asks nervously, tugging at the collar of his oversized hoodie.
“Good God man,” Jake sighs, clasping his shoulders. “Whatever you do, don’t ever call a girl inviting you to her place a nightcap, please.”
“I guess it wouldn’t be the worst idea. Gyu said he’d come over to feed and watch Ddongy for a bit while I’m out..”
“I could have done that too.” Jake mumbles, brushing it off quickly when Heeseung reminds him that he’ll need to close the store today since he’s heading out a little earlier than usual.
“Listen, you already made it this far, Heeseung.” Jungwon interrupts them, shooting him a thumbs up. “If she’s into you enough to do some loser shit like go to a mall arcade, then I think you’re solid. Just try to stay cool.”
He grumbles, checking his phone to reply to your texts letting him know you’re ready whenever he is. “Do I look okay?”
“You look great buddy,” Jake smiles, a proud gleam in his eye. “Better than ever. Remember that confidence is key!”
Right. Confidence. Because that’s something that just sprouts up overnight. Replaying all of the advice and tips his friends gave him today, he drives a few blocks down from the store toward your place. The nice rich side of town, making his anxiety rise higher as he enters your street and his jaw drops as he parks at your apartment building.
A brand new complex with condominium’s starting at prices light years out of his range. You must really make a good amount from streaming, or maybe your parents are rich. Maybe that’s something you can discuss over a basket of fries and onion rings.
No. No onion rings, that could make his breath smell bad. Right right, Jake said to avoid smelly foods. Fries should be fine, even as his tummy rumbles and he slowly walks down the hallway on the first floor as you directed him through text messages, stopping at your front door with a cat shaped welcome mat, winking at him teasingly.
Wait. That’s not a Goddamn cat, that’s Hello Kitty winking at him. You have a Hello Kitty welcome mat, cute.
“You made it!” The door flies open without him even having to knock. He had texted you after parking to let you know that he’d arrived, but getting too distracted by Hello Kitty winking at him, he nervously chuckles, hoping the cologne Beomgyu let him borrow doesn’t make your nose turn up in disgust. “Oh..”
“What? What is it?” He asks in a rush of panic, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. He subtly tries to steal a deep breath.
“You just..” taking a small step back, you grab onto the door handle. A smile slowly spreads across your face. “You look really good.”
“Oh, well.” Squeezing his eyes shut for a second too long, he snaps them back open to take in what you’ve decided to wear for this date he still isn’t 100% is an actual date. “Wow.”
“Wow?” Smiling larger, you shove at his chest. “Is that a compliment?”
“No no! I uh, you also look great! In fact, you look,” he swallows, gaze flickering back to your face. “Pretty.”
“You know,” locking the door behind you, you adjust the strap of your purse digging into your shoulder. “It’s nice to see you outside of your work uniform. I could get used to this.”
Heeseung can feel his cheeks heating up, now grateful for the cushion compact Beomgyu insisted he borrow. He motions to head down the hallway toward his car, digging his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie for something to do with them. “It’s a rare sight.”
“You work a lot, don’t you?”
Before he can answer you, he nearly trips over his own feet to get ahead of you. Rushing to open the passenger seat door for you. Jungwon suggested that it’d be a nice touch to show off what a gentleman he is. “Nice car.” You playfully smile, getting inside and grabbing the seatbelt before he can. Not that he had planned to help you put it on, but he definitely thought about it..
Running over to the driver side, he hops in. Biting down on his lip as he revs up the engine and the sound of guitar emits from his speakers. Slamming the power off before vocals can come through, he laughs under his breath and starts to pull out.
“Oh come on! We’re not seriously about to sit in silence this whole drive? I don’t live that close to the mall.” You tease, thankfully sounding completely unserious as you reach to turn his music back on.
Why did he have to be blasting the nerdiest band of all time?! His fucking Lord of the Rings power metal music of all things? Couldn’t he have just found some basic top 40 crap to leave humming at a low volume? No, of course not, he had to keep himself calm with aggressive melodic guitar.
“Oh my God, is this Blind Guardian??” You ask, turning the dial up higher.
Heeseung’s eyes could pop out of their sockets, focusing on the road to prevent that from happening, he grips onto the steering wheel. “You listen to Blind Guardian?!”
“Gosh, I haven’t in years!” Leaning back, you start to sing along. “Valhalla! Deliverance! Why you’ve ever forgotten me? Woahhhhhh! Valhalla!”
There’s no way. No way in this fucking universe that the girl he’s taking out on a date, maybe a date, is seriously belting out one of his favorite songs while sitting in the passenger seat of his dingy car. To add onto it, you’re air drumming, tossing your hair from side to side as you shake your head along to the music. “Can’t believe you tried to turn off Guardian! We have to start it from the beginning, I missed my favorite part!”
Heeseung gulps as you hit rewind, taking a deep breath to look over at you drumming your fingers playing what can only be described as condemnable air guitar. His friend Jay would throw you in jail if he ever saw this.
“You listening to Guardian makes a lot of sense.” You laugh, smiling at him. “So many centuries! So many Gods! We were the prisoners of our own fantasies, but now we are marching against these Gods!” Pointing at him to take the next line, he hears Jake repeating confidence to him all day in the back of his mind.
“I’m the wizard! I will change it all!”
Heeseung can feel his cheeks burning from smiling before he realizes it, drumming on the steering wheel as he breaks into the chorus with you. “Ohhhhh-ohhh! Valhalla!”
The rest of the drive goes smoother than he could have ever expected as you reminisce about all of the bands you used to heavily listen to. “God I really do need to start digging up my old playlists again. Forgot how amazing Blind Guardian is.”
“They’re probably one of my favorite bands.” He admits, feeling much more comfortable after shouting along to Mirror Mirror with you for the last five minutes until his throat started to feel hoarse.
“We need to go see them live together.” You state, continuing to bob your head along to the music.
That’d be amazing, perfect even. Not he’s ready to admit that. Opting to nod as he enters the mall’s parking lot and makes his way to the closests entrance that gets you to Round One. He would know, having spent many weekends here with his friends losing out on any of his extra coins from reselling his old games and memorabilia, and having to pay for rounds of pizza and beer.
“We’re here.” He announces, removing his seatbelt.
“Great! I’m so ready to kick your ass at Mortal Kombat!”
Heeseung laughs, not actually believing it when you wrap around his wrist and lead him straight to the Mortal Kombat arcade machine, shoving coins in to play before he can stop you. “Oh, you’re serious.”
“As a heart attack baby.”
Too busy blushing over the term of endearment you randomly just threw out, he misses how you grab onto his control stick and choose Scorpion for him to play as. “About to kick your sweet little ass worse than Riwoo did.”
“Hey!” He frowns, shooing your hand off. He would have at least chosen Liu Kang! Especially since you went with Sub-Zero!
“Oh come on, Liu Kang is so played out. Scorpion vs Sub-Zero is classic.” You point out, showing off a more aggressive side that shocks him for a moment before locking himself back in. Get your head in the game.
Not that it matters after three consecutive rounds of you(Sub-Zero) beating his ass to a pulp. His shoulders full on slump as another ‘Finish him!’ Sounds from the speakers and a group of high school boys playing air hockey nearby snicker and laugh. “Alright, I think I have to accept defeat. You are the true Mortal Kombat master.”
“I know that’s right.” Proudly raising your arms in the air, you start to cheer for yourself. Gasping and going wide-eyed as you turn. “Oh my God!”
“What? What happened?” He looks around worriedly, following your line of sight to the brightly lit up claw machines.
“It’s a freaking labubu claw machine!!” You jump up and down, once again grabbing his wrist and tugging him to the other side of the arcade. Heeseung’s neck snaps, looking around in confusion.
“What is a…la boo boo?”
“Labubu!” You shriek, bringing him over to a machine full of the ugliest little gremlins he’s ever seen. “They’re these monsters, I’m obsessed with them!” Running your fingers over the machine’s glass window, you let out cute little sounds the same way Heeseung does when Ddongy rolls over to show him his belly. “I love them so much! Ohmygod I’ve never seen one of these before! And they always sell out so fast! I never have time to buy any new drops! Ahh I need them all!”
He digs into his pocket, ready to pay however much it will take to grant you that wish. Looking down, he nearly swallows his tonsils. “Thirty bucks to play?!”
“That’s not that bad,” you mumble, already digging into your purse. “Labubu’s are really high in demand right now!”
He can’t say he’s the best at claw machines, but he definitely managed to win a Pickachu plushie once in the past. Mewling over his odds, he starts to strategize, counting all the different ugly little toys inside of the machine. “How many do you want?”
“As many as I can get.” You state, not even bothering to wait before shoving in three $10 bills and manning the claw. “Ideally all of them.”
Ah, he really needs to pay attention. Jake told him paying attention would be extra important. He should be the one trying to win you one of these booboo things right now. “All of them..” he trails off counting how many of them there are. At least 25 different plushies stare back at him with their buggy eyes and weird round teeth, shivering as they taunt him and your claw fails to grab any.
30 times 25.. that’s at least $800 and it’s nearing the end of the month. Rent’s due next week for the store and his apartment, his phone bill, garbage and water, electricity..
He can do one round, using the other $40 in his pocket to buy you some food and maybe rent bowling shoes so you can play and he can at least try to impress you with his athleticism. Not that he has any.
“Aw man!” Readying yourself to waste another $30, Heeseung taps your forearm, gently nudging you aside.
“I’ll try.”
“You don’t have to!”
“I want to.” He nods, rolling his shoulders before paying. “That furry pink one in the middle that’s looking at me like it’s going to meet in my dreams and bite my head off, kind of matches your outfit.”
“It’s really cute.” You clap, cheering him on as he begins to maneuver the claw around and gets it to the middle. Pacing his breathing, he slowly draws it down right above the ugly pink thing, meticulously moving it open right as he gets close enough. The air goes still around him, hearing the sound of you taking one long deep breath to hold as the claw clamps around its head and fails to lift the plushie from the machine.
Heeseung can’t believe it, $60 between the two of you gone in less than 10 minutes. The claw retracts and sits back in its original spot. Dropping his forehead on the glass you’d just been tapping in shock, he tenses and glares at the toys continuing to smile and mock him. Loser.
“Ahh.. that was so close,” you lament, rubbing his shoulder. “It’s okay Hee, thank you for trying!”
Stupid little ugly toy. Why couldn’t you just stay put! He wishes he could shout, clenching his fists and pulling himself away from the machine, he apologizes. “I can try again..”
“No no, it’s okay! I’m kind of hungry.” You obviously lie, glancing at the machine sorrowfully. He sighs and waves for you to follow him over to the concession stand.
Fries. Stick to fries. They don’t get caught in your teeth, hardly leave any smell behind, and you won’t look like a gross slob eating them. Jungwon’s advice.
And that seems simple enough until you ask for corn dogs, extra ketchup, two large sodas, and cotton candy. Heeseung’s more than happy to pay for everything, it’s not about that, but now he’s worried about each bite he takes, dabbing his lips constantly to make sure he hasn’t smeared ketchup and ranch around his mouth.
“This has been really fun.” You start to say after scarfing down a couple of bites of food. Adorably, puffing your cheeks out as you chew and ketchup stains your lips, he knows it wouldn’t reflect the same on him. “Most of my friends live kind of far away now, so I’ve been a little scared to explore around by myself.”
“Can I ask why you moved out here? Just because it’s a little boring..” he says shyly, cleaning off his hands and pushing the rest of his corn dog aside to nurse the straw of his drink between his lips.
“Well,” you shrug, laughing. “Unironically, my last relationship ended sort of badly. It’s a long story but, I kind of wanted a fresh start, away from him and all the crap that came along with him.”
“Oh..”
“Yeah, I know. Boring, typical story. Girl running away from her past.” You sigh, picking at the bubblegum flavored cotton candy you chose.
“Nothing wrong with that.” He shrugs, chewing on his bottom lip. “Probably not looking to jump into anything too soon..”
Pressing the wet sugary specks of dissolved cotton candy between two of your fingers, you slowly lift your gaze to his. “I think that depends more on meeting the right person.”
“Yeah, no, definitely.” He agrees, stealing a chunk of fluffy cotton candy to stuff his mouth with and stop himself from uttering something stupid he won’t be able to backtrack from.
“You got a little—“ dragging your thumb from the corner of his mouth to the plushy middle of his wet bottom lip, you softly press down. “A little of it on your cheek.”
And yet somehow, you completely avoided touching his cheek as you sweep across his bottom lip to the other end. Drawing your thumb over to your mouth to lick clean.
Luckily for him, he does manage to win a few rounds. Exhausting yourselves with laughter as you throw the bowling ball into other lanes and miss every pin one too many times. You fall down to sit next to him, wiping at the tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. “Ah, should probably head out soon. Work early in the morning.” He mutters, trying to mask his sadness with a tight-lipped smile.
“Nah, it’s getting pretty late. Totally understand, besides, I’m sure Ddongy is missing his daddy a lot right now.” You wink, racing him out to his car before he can grab the passenger door for you.
“Ddongy’s a big boy now, he can handle a few hours alone.” He assures you, lowering the volume of his music to make it easier to chat as he drives you home. Catching a glimpse of himself in the driver’s mirror, he cringes at the hint of blush spread on his cheeks. At least it’s dark enough outside now to hopefully diminish his flushed face.
“I’ll walk you.” He says, parking and rushing out to fully open your door before you manage to step out. Once again tucking his hands inside of the front pocket of his hoodie, he slowly follows the path down to your condo at the end of the hall. Noting that this place has a full luxury sized pool, and enormous well-equipped gym. He never did get around to asking you about how successful your online streams are.
“This is me.” You say, leaning against your front door. Smiling from ear to ear as you peer up at him. “Thank you again, for tonight. I really had a good time.”
“Was a lot of fun.” He beams, tugging at his fingers inside of his pocket. “Coming by the store any time soon?”
“Heeseung.”
Dragging his gaze from the platform sneakers you have on to the fuzzy cozy sweat hanging from your shoulders, he blinks a few times at the necklace pendant sitting nicely between your collarbone. Dry swallowing as he cracks his knuckles and his eyes meet yours. The same sensation of nausea he’s been battling since last week hits him, sweat trickling down his spine, and before he can inhale a deep breath, you push off the door and cover his lips with yours.
The instant feeling of floating off of his feet would make him believe that he’s dreaming. Melting against your soft mouth that perfectly slots between the seam of his lips. Lightly sucking at the soft fleshy meat that fills his bottom lip. You’re more controlling over the kiss than he can manage to be, drawing his hands free to hold them out by your sides, his fingers clench. Unsure if he should grab you, touch you, if he’s allowed to place his hands on your body.
It’s your figure that presses up against his first, smoothing your hands over his forearms, you wrap them around your waist. Pushing up onto your toes to deepen the kiss. He snaps out of his lucid state, eyelashes fluttering as his eyebrows furrow together and he lays his palms on your waist. Dropping his neck in closer to really press his lips against yours.
The first time he ever kissed a girl was during preschool, at the top of a slide. He sat down by her side and she planted a wet smooch on his cheek before giggling and gliding down to run away and tell her group of friends. He sat in shock for a few minutes touching over his face. He wouldn’t feel another kiss until middle school, spin the bottle, and then high school, at the skatepark. Parties he wasn’t invited to in the first place, meaningless lips that pressed against his and never held anything worth remembering.
But this kiss with you has his heart palpitating, fingers shaking where they rest on your waist. He wants to remember everything about this. How your lips eagerly continue to rub against his even as you gasp for air, and how the sweet scent of whatever body wash you used still wafts around him even after hours of wear.
He wants to remember all of this.
So much so that he’s retracing everything, your gaze, the taste of your lipgloss, how your lips slot against his so seamlessly.
“Night night.”
Snapping out of his daze, his eyes flutter open, going wide as he finds you backing up against the open door to head inside. He must look like a fish out of water, blubbering to speak with his shiny lips, glittering with the residue of your overpriced lip gloss.
“Goodnight..” he whispers, reaching up to graze his bottom lip. The disbelief of what just happened not moving fast enough for him to hide his shock.
“I’ll see you soon.” You whisper back with the most elated smile. Barely waving before stepping inside and shutting the door. Leaving him to slump against the nearest wall and let out the biggest sigh.
There’s no way that just happened.
But it did, you kissed him. You went on a date with him..
You like him.
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Cats must really have some type of telepathic power.
Ddongy gently presses a paw to Heeseung’s cheek, much later than he typically would. Allowing for his owner, cat daddy, to actually sleep until his alarm goes off. Squinting his eyes open, he can’t stop a huge smile from spreading across his face. Scooping Ddongy up in his arms to feed him, he buries his face into his shoulder, already feeling a rush of heat itch at his ears.
All night he dreamt of the different dates he wants to take you on. How he really needs to crack down and finish your bow soon. The pictures you could get together at Eagle Stone. Maybe he could even take you to one of his favorite manga cafes.. although, it’d be so hard to not slurp a cup of ramen around you.
“Ddongy, you seem as happy as I am.” He laughs, squatting down to scratch the kitten's head. “Wait until the guys hear about this.”
Making himself a cup of coffee for work, he gets ready, taking extra time to smile and lightly bang his forehead against something every time he thinks about your kiss.
The last time he felt this way.. was probably the first time he ever played League of Legends. Or maybe when he saw Faker from a distance one time at a convention.
No, no, this is even better.
This is what real magic must feel like. As lame as he knows that would be to say out loud, he can’t stop belting out and singing along to his Blind Guardian playlist. Imagining you failing at air guitar by his side as he heads to work.
He can’t wait to tell Jake and Jungwon everything! And Beomgyu, of course, he owes him for coming over to feed Ddongy last night.
“Guys!” He practically runs into the store, spinning around with his tumblr full of coffee held high above his head. “It was a date! An amazing date!”
Jake applauds, clapping his hands together dramatically loud. “Dude you have no idea how happy I am for you. Like I could not have manifested this harder for you!”
“Heeseung, this is great news.” Jungwon cheers, his dimpled cheeks on full display. “Because I have to show you something that is going to blow your mind.” Running to the front door, he turns the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Close’.
“Won, what the hell are you doing?!” Heeseung shouts, blocked by Jake’s frame before he can turn it back around.
“Trust us man, you’re going to need a while to process this.”
“What are you guys going on about?!”
“Your office,” Jungwon nods, snapping his fingers and heading to the back as Jake wraps around his arm and drags him along. “You see, it’s been bothering me for days. Your little girlfriend, I knew I’d seen her somewhere before.”
“You are not going to believe this dude.” Jake chuckles, following Jungwon to stand at the doorway of Heeseung’s shoebox excuse of an office as he logs onto the computer.
“She’s not my girlfriend, yet..” he mumbles. Trying to keep in mind the awful relationship you mentioned just getting out of..
“After this, you’ll at least have to fuck her.” Jake pats his chest, flicking his chin for him to look at the screen.
“You see, I joined OF as a joke a couple of months ago because my viewers kept insisting.” Jungwon continues to explain, opening up a page with a listing of the top ranked models. “And one of the more popular accounts I noticed because of her strategy, she preys on needy loser gamer guys. Smart though, because she’s definitely making bank. She’s in the top 1%, not some easy shit either trust me.”
“What are you talking about, Won?” Heeseung huffs annoyed, glaring at the break room door as he plans how to escape and re-open the store.
“Look familiar?”
Jake grabs his chin, jerking his head back around to the newly opened page displaying various photos of you in different wigs and colored contacts, scantily clad costumes that hardly cover up any of your body. String micro bikinis, mini skirts that could pass more as belts, and crop tops that do a poor job of fully covering your chest. “Your girls an OF model, a fucking successful one too.” Jake adds, nodding to the screen. “Not only is she hot as fuck, but she’s rolling in money. Probably wiping her sweet little ass with hundred dollar bills.”
The two of his friends go on continuing to make vile comments, scrolling down the page to open up more previews meant to entice potential subscribers. Leaving Heeseung with his jaw on the floor, slowly beginning to shake his head. “T-that’s not her..”
“That’s not her?” Jungwon laughs, pointing out the cat ear headset you purchased at the store only a week ago. “Come on dude, these are modern times. Dating an OF baddie is like a badge of honor. You’re going to get so much pussy after this!”
“Unless,” Jake says mischievously, squeezing Heeseung’s arm much too excitedly. “The date was amazing because you already did!!”
“What?!”
Jungwon stands up, pointing at the screen. “I’m not subscribed but I’m thinking about it. Would give us an idea of what she’s really looking for in a guy.”
Heeseung shoves his chest, gripping onto his uniform vest to switch their positions and take his place inside of the office. “This is not her! And even if it is! She never told me! This is a violation of privacy!”
“Not really! You were bound to find out eventually!” Jake corrects, grabbing his shoulders. “Listen to me man! Please, for once! You really have nothing going for you!”
Jungwon sighs, nodding and agreeing. “This girl, she likes you! She really does! I don’t know, maybe you’re her type. But she’s successful and hot, soo fucking hot!” He whines, eyes full of despair. “Heeseung, this is your chance man! Even after she saw you have your ass handed to you by some kid, she still wants you!”
“That was pretty crazy, and she’s into your streams.” Jungwon adds.
“W-what?!” Pushing Jake off, he clicks out of the browser still flashing lewd images of your body. Gripping at his head and rubbing his temples. “She doesn’t know about my streams.”
“She does.” Jake says, tightly smiling. “Because I told her.”
“You what?!”
“It was when you were busy fighting that kid over a Pokémon card!! She really wanted to talk to you, so I mentioned that you stream!” Jake rambles, hands flailing. “She’s that lyncanthropegoddess or whatever. She’s hot but she’s just as much of a loser as you.”
Slumping back into his office chair, he stares at the ceiling in disbelief. Wracking his brain and trying to understand all of this information being thrown at him. “I can’t do this.”
“You can, you definitely can.” Jungwon squats down, grabbing onto his knees. “And we’re going to help you.”
“How?” He fears to ask, looking back and forth between his friends.
“Trust us, we know how to handle women with experience like this.”
“First, we have to subscribe to her onlyfans.” Reaching past him, Jungwon opens up the screen again. “Like I said, it’ll give us a better idea of what she’s into. Think of this almost like a dating profile. It’s rare for people to meet authentically anymore you know, if you had lurked around like any normal person you would have figured this out sooner!”
“This feels wrong.” He sighs, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the computer screen. “She told me she’s a streamer..”
“I mean, she’s definitely streaming something on here.” Jake whistles, shoving himself into the minuscule amount of space behind Heeseung’s chair.
“I tell girls about my OF, but you know, I meet them online.” Jungwon shrugs, choosing the subscription that mentions 18+ adult content in the description. “Maybe I wouldn’t if it was someone I met here at the store.”
“I would hope not..” Heeseung mumbles, stopping Jungwon before he can enter his payment information and finalize the purchase.
“Don’t be a dick about it Hee, if I just found out the girl that’s been drooling over me does porn I’d be bouncing off of these fucking walls!” Jake shouts, pushing against the backs of his shoulders. “So ungrateful.”
“I’m not ungrateful, I just really like her.” He mutters, releasing Jungwon’s hand to complete buying the subscription.
“Love that for you dude, but she still does porn.” Rubbing his hands together, he opens up the rest of your profile. “Well, good news.”
“What?” Heeseung fears to ask, covering his eyes.
“She only posts solo work. Nothing with guys..”
“Hey, this is some good shit though. Click that one with all the hentai girl body pillows.”
“Jungwon, do not open that!” Heeseung moves forward to cover the screen. Headlocked in place against his chair by Jake’s arm circling around his neck.
“Too late.” Jungwon grins. Expanding the video to show you in a thin metallic pink two-piece. Again, not covering much at all. “Yeah, this is good stuff. I mean, she’s built like—“
“Jungwon.”
“I’m just saying! Happy for you, that’s all. You totally deserve to find a, uh, nice girl like this.”
“I really don’t want to watch anymore.”
“Fine, we will and we’ll report back to you.” Jake squeezes his neck, fluffing his hair. “The fact that you didn’t get laid after your first date is all I need to know.”
“Did she even invite you to come inside? Jungwon raises an eyebrow, clicking out of your account.
“No, but..”
“Exactly. That’s why you need to listen to us.” Releasing him, Jake moves to get out of the office. Snapping his fingers at Jungwon. “Come on, we have work to do.”
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Friends are supposed to give each other advice, right?
That’s what friends are for, and whenever Heeseung has had unanswerable questions, he does turn to his friends for guidance.
Maybe he shouldn’t have been too quick to hear out Jake and Jungwon’s advice when they opened up a discord chat a few hours after dropping a bomb on him to discuss what they found while sleuthing through your.. adult entertainment account.
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Can’t believe you just said goodnight after all that. What are you, gay? I would have nailed her.’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Her entire schtick is about how horny she is. Like she masturbates a lot, has the girl goon nickname down. Says she desperately needs a nerdy gamer guy to fuck her until she goes blind.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘And here your ass was, goodnight muah muah.’
Had they successfully made him feel like a stupid failure with their advice? Yes, 1000%
That’s where Beomgyu came in. He’s the more sensible and reliable friend. The only reason he doesn’t work at the store is because he actually went into a field that utilized his degree.
Yeah, real sensible. Especially when he completely cosigns all of Jake and Jungwon’s advice.
Not necessarily that he should have tried to get in your pants on the very first date you had, but you did initiate the kiss. You did come onto him first, and you were tuning in to watch his lame ass streams..
Not to mention that fucking Charizard card?!
‘Heeseung, don’t be an imbecile. She wants you.’
You really had listened to him yap on about Dungeons and fucking Dragons.. how could he be so oblivious?
Luckily, he remembered that you still needed help assembling a few pieces of furniture. So he suggested coming over after work the next day to start working on that, bring over a new game you could play, maybe watch the extended director's cut version of The Fellowship of The Ring. Suggesting everything before you could even respond, he nervously ran around his apartment when you texted back.
‘Yes! Yes! And YES!!’
He’s going to be inside of your place, where you film.. those videos. And he’s likely going to kiss you again, and.. more.
“Shit.” He sighs, rinsing his face over and over again. When’s the last time he shaved his nuts? Who cares, he’s doing it today. Maybe not the best idea after he replies and lets you know he’ll be over in an hour.
Cologne, some eyeliner, earrings, wash his hair. Right, everything Beomgyu told him to do before your date. Sure, he hadn’t mentioned spending an extra few minutes grooming his privates in the shower, but he’s sure you’d be more than appreciative that he did..
MysticWizardFate1015: ‘I really don’t know if I can do this guys.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Of course you can. You got this. Be the man.’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘First off, act like you don’t like her, like she’s not that important to you.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘Try to get her drunk too, that way the real nasty porn star comes out of her.’
PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Last and most important, always be touching her. That’s gonna let her know that you’re there to dick her down.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘I swear to God dude, if you don’t fuck her, I’m going to hang myself!’
Heeseung clears his dry throat, looking at the bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and his precious copy of Lord of The Rings in his other. Taking a deep breath, he knocks on your door.
This is it, now or never.
“Hey! You got here so fast!” You answer, as gorgeous as ever. Dressed more comfortably with low-rise yoga pants that show off the smooth skin under your navel. A cropped sweater hanging from your shoulders, soft and glowy shoulders bathed in decadent lotion, he’s sure.
“Oh yeah, traffic must have died down.” Or he rushed through side streets and skipped stop signs while panicking trying to imagine how this could go. Will he kiss you first this time? Will you invite him into your bedroom?..
“Is that bourbon?” You laugh, face scrunched.
“Yeah, it’s uh, my favorite.” Not really, but Jake suggested he bring a high percentage of alcohol to speed this up. Not that he’s sure why he’d have to get you drunk at all.
“Oh, well, I don’t really drink.” Moving aside to invite him in, he takes a deep breath and gulps as he looks around your place. Everything is pristine, feminine, smells clean and floral. Makes his apartment seem so embarrassing in comparison, he can’t believe he let you see the shit hole he calls home now. “But I guess uhm, I can get you a glass?”
“Yeah sure whatever.” He shrugs, kicking his shoes off to leave by your door.
Act like she doesn’t matter.
The confusion dissipates as your face relaxes, squinting at him. You take the bottle of bourbon from him, looking him up and down. “Everything okay?”
“Huh? Yeah, everything’s fine. You want to uh, watch the movie first?” Rubbing the back of his head, he stretches his other arm out holding the DVD. “Or whatever.”
“Yeah, uhm,” you frown. Forcing a smile and nodding to the living room with an enormous TV screen and enviable console setup. “You can use the Wii, I don’t have a DVD player.” Oh wow, you don’t even have a DVD player? And yet you still agreed for him to come over to watch a movie. That’s a good sign, for sure means you’re down to fuck..
Even as he slides his fingers through some of the games you must have been playing he doesn’t feel right thinking that. But if he tells his friends that he came over and just watched a movie with you, they’ll chop his head off.
Not that that should matter. He should be more focused on you right now. How you’re feeling after your date, if you’re down to go out again and let him prove that he’s not an absolute failure at Mortal Kombat if he can choose his character.
“I got some Coke.” You announce, coming back to the living room with the bourbon in hand and a pitcher of dark liquid. “Not sure if you wanted a mixer but I might gag if I try to take a shot.”
“That’s good, thanks.” With twitching fingers he takes the pitcher from your hand, dragging them across yours. “You look really pretty, by the way.”
The same sparkle that had been in your eyes the other night returns, tucking your chin and batting your eyelashes. “Thank you.”
To keep touching you, he sets down the bottle you’re holding. Taking both of your hands and rubbing your knuckles. “What are you thinking about?”
“I haven’t watched Fellowship in a while honestly. I’m a little worried that you’ll judge me.” You chuckle, squeezing his hands.
“Never, I’d never do that.” Heart palpitations again. Pounding at his chest, he glances around, grabbing the bottle of bourbon to drink directly from, sealing his lips to not spit it out, he turns away from you and grimaces. Why the fuck would Jake suggest this?!
“Oh, you okay?”
“Yeah yeah! Start the movie! I need to use the bathroom real quick.”
“Okay..” fuck you sound so confused, maybe even turned off. How is he fucking up already?! “It’s just down the hall.”
“I won’t be long! Go ahead and start without me!” He rushes down the direction you point toward. Taking a deep breath once he makes it out of the living room and sees all of the art hanging on your walls. Really how could you possibly be into him after seeing how he lives. Meeting him at his job, Gamestop, of all places. Caught up in his thoughts, he opens the first door that he sees out of his peripheral vision. Very evidently not the bathroom, but a room he immediately recognizes and shouldn’t.
It’s the same room in the background of your photos, the video he saw of you humping against pillows. The same bed you were laid out on in nothing but a thong and pasties to cover your nipples. Fuck, this is really happening, he’s dating a porn star.
Shutting the door, he presses himself against it and takes a few more deep breaths. The nasty remnants of bourbon burns down his throat, sighing as he shuts his eyes. He thinks about everything once again, reiterating that you like him.
You. Like. Him.
Right. He has every reason to feel confident right now. Slowly heading back to the living room, he removes the hoodie he has on, hanging it by your front door. He’s seen this movie hundreds of times, purposely made sure to suggest something neither of you would be too distracted by.
You’re already curled up on the couch when he comes back, feet up with your legs folded. Immersed by the shire being shown on your movie theater sized television screen. Heeseung nods to himself again, sitting down right by your side so that his leg can press against yours. “Found the bathroom?” You ask, leaning into him.
He smiles, lifting his arm to drape around your shoulders. Softly rubbing up and down where his hand lands on your upper arm. “Yeah. You sure you don’t want a drink?”
“You trying to get me drunk?” You ask jokingly, seeming more comfortable now as you nestle deeper into his side.
“No!” He heaves, making a strangled noise. The bob in his neck jumping up and down. Fuck, Frodo’s already on the move, and he still isn’t. He needs to work fast. Turning his neck, he grabs your chin, swiping his other hand through the back of your hair.
“A-ah, you’re caught in my necklace.”
“Shit, I’m sorry..” he apologizes, unattaching the clasp from his bracelet.
“It’s fine,” smiling softly, you fix the pieces of his bangs falling out of place. Forming more of a heart shape to frame his forehead. “Cute.”
Heat flames his cheeks, sliding to cup the back of your head properly, he leans in closer. Opening his lips up to shove his tongue inside of your mouth. The photos of your mouth hanging open, crossed eyed with drool falling down to your chest swarm through his mind. Pushing his tongue in deeper to reach your tonsils, he grabs one of your hands. Wrapping around your wrist to lead you to touch the bulge forming in his pants.
“Heeseung,” you swallow, coughing. Eyebrows pinched together as you cup around his groin. Struggling to breath or get a word out with his tongue slithering past your mouth, licking at every side. “S-slow down.”
Pulling back, he glares at you, gaze unintentionally hardened. Moreso confused that you’re suggesting he stop, maybe he’s not doing good. “Isn’t this what you want?”
The speed your expression changes at should have been enough of an answer. Your flushed appearance and heavy eyelids melting into a distant, disappointed look. “What I want?”
Sucking at the backs of his teeth, he leans in to kiss you again. Denied your lips as you turn away and he lands on your cheek. “W-what?”
“Oh yeah. This is what I want.” Shutting your eyes for a few seconds, you grab onto his shoulders. Prying him away to rest his back against the couch so that you can stand up. Lightly kick his feet apart to create space between his thighs.
He gulps, following your hands sliding down from your chest to the hem of your top, clutching your digits over the material. Enlarged eyes shift away from your lower half, moving up to your face, skin worried between his eyebrows. “Uhm..”
“Wanna fuck me?” Rolling your top up, you throw it aside. Flipping your hair away and off of your shoulders to give him a full view of your lace black bra, cupping your breasts so nicely, rounded with full cleavage.
“Wh—huh??” This shouldn’t feel wrong anymore. Even with his dick twitching inside of the confines of his jeans he can’t help but to feel an ache in his chest. Pinching under the muscle protecting his heart. He gasps as you come down and sit on your knees, grabbing onto them and settling between his thighs.
“How do you want me?” You ask, sultry and seductively. Batting your eyelashes and nibbling at your bottom lip. Your hand returns between his legs, smoothing your palm over the pronounced bulge expanding there. “Inside my mouth?”
Digging his fingers into the sides of his thighs, he furiously blinks. Tilting his chin in to look at you sat on the floor. “Why are you doing this?”
“What?” You huff through your nose, releasing a whisper of a laugh.
“This.” He nods from your hand stroking his size over his jeans to your position. Licking over his lips nervously.
“..isn’t this what you want?” You smile, not reaching your eyes as you reach for his zipper. “To fuck a porn star, treat me like the whore you think I am?”
“So, this is what you think of me?” You interrupt, watery voice hitting him hard. Slipping your hand away from his crotch, you shift back. Pushing yourself to stand back up
“No! It’s not! I swear, I just—“
“Let me guess, someone showed you my account and you thought what the hell? She does it for a living anyway, right?”
He can’t even look at you, staring at his hands on his lap. He can hear you sniffle, each of your words coming out more broken than the last. This wasn’t how he had imagined this night to turn out. Not even close. “My friends told me to do it.”
“Oh—that’s, that’s rich.” You scoff, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “Get the hell out of here. God, here I thought I’d finally met a nice guy! A normal guy!”
He is normal, maybe. Maybe he’s nothing more than a failure, can’t even think for himself when something too good to be true shows up and slaps him across the face. Getting up when you pull at his shirt, he hangs his head, trudging to the door. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh you’re sorry?! Sorry that you didn’t get to fuck me and go brag about it to your friends?!”
“No, that..” trailing off, he clutches his chest where the pinching pain has gotten worse. Making it harder to breathe as his lungs tighten up under the weight of his failure. “That I—I just, why didn’t you tell me??”
“Because I didn’t want to! Okay?!” You say roughly, lips quivering. Big wet eyes shaking when you meet his gaze.
“Why? I—“
“Because I loved the way you looked at me.” Tears break and slip down your cheeks. Shaking them off as you turn away and cross your arms over your chest to cover yourself, to hide. “Please, leave.”
“I’m sorry, I swear! I really don’t know what the hell I was thinking!” He knows he sounds more than pathetic, whiny even. Dragging his hands through his hair frustrated that he can’t think of the right thing to do or say.
“Do you even have any idea how—“ sighing, you shut your eyes. Throwing off whatever emotions are attacking you left and right. “Forget it, just get out!”
He nods, sensing the tears hanging on for life at the corners of his eyes. Slipping his shoes back on, he steps out. “Hold on, I—“
“Fuck you.”
The door slams shut in his face. Releasing the tears he tried to hold in, trickling out hot onto his flushed cheeks. He falls down to a deep squat, feels short of breath, burying his head between his knees. He’s an idiot, the biggest fucking idiot in the world.
Who knows how long he cried in front of your door before finally dragging his sorry ass out to his car. You probably have some security camera and saw it all, his puffy eyes and red nose, not that he can feel any lower right now. And maybe you deserve to see his shame and humiliation. Not even Ddongy can lift his mood once he makes it home and falls face flat onto his bed, hoping that the world will self-destruct before he has to face another day. He falls asleep just like that, still in the same clothes he had on, carrying light traces of your perfume and whatever detergent you use to wash your belongings.
For the first time ever since opening the store, he calls off. Knowing too well that he’s financially in no place to actually close the store for a day, he calls up Jake begging for him to at least work half of the day.
“Please don’t ask anything dude, I can’t talk about it right now.”
Jake’s half awake and groggy voice diminishes any fight he has in him to be nosey and probe about last night. Snickering and joking around that Heeseung probably had the best sex of his life last night and wants to ice his dick. He agrees to working, tells him to not worry and for once he’s thankful to have a best friend like Jake. Even if his advice on how to bag women is shit.
Not ready to break down about how badly he fucked everything up to Jake or Jungwon, he asks Beomgyu to meet up for coffee during his lunch break at their favorite cafe. Driving down the same highway he’d been on with you only a few nights ago to meet him, he curses the universe for taunting him. The company Beomgyu works for is by the mall, of course.
“You never take time off from working.” His best friend raises a judgmental eyebrow. “You also never look this fucking terrible.” He mutters, mixing packets of Splenda into his coffee.
“Thanks.” Heeseung grumbles, sinking into his seat. It’s probably true, he didn’t bother to shower or change before deciding he needed to talk to someone, the sensible friend in his life.
“Alright, enough moping. What the hell happened?”
Stirring his coffee, he watches the foam melt into the dark brown watery liquid. Setting his elbow on the table and perching his cheek on his palm. “I’m an idiot.”
“Heeseung, I’ve known you since preschool and I wasn’t born yesterday! That’s obvious! Now get to it, I only have 50 minutes left.” Beomgyu snaps snarkily. Always on edge from working in an office at a computer all day while more than half of his coworkers still think his name is Mingyu. He’s been working there for 3 years!!
Glaring at his friend, he curses under his breath. Mentally wishing bad luck on that giant foreigner that started working at his job a few months ago and taught him that damn ‘I wasn’t born yesterday!’ phrase.
Fine. Where should he start? The part where he probably grossed you out by sticking his tongue down your throat? Or when you started crying. Rehashing the entire evening for the next 30 minutes, he goes back and forth to explain the reasons he did what he did. Jake and Jungwon! And ultimately he’s a loser with no confidence despite how nice you have been to him. How there’s actually no legitimately logical reason why you’d be into him, and yet you are. Or were.
“I made her cry, I could kill myself.” He sulks, pressing his chin onto his arms flattened on the table. Hunched over and defeated.
“Ugh, don’t be so dramatic.” Beomgyu scolds, flicking his empty wadded up sugar packets at him. “I mean, that sucks. As much as I hate when you get all stupid like this over a girl—“
“When’s the last time I even had a crush?!” He splutters, sitting up.
“Sophomore year of high school, that Senior girl with blue hair that dressed like Jinx on Halloween. You never had a chance.” He retorts, wiggling a finger at him. “But this girl, she’s different. I had to watch her making googly eyes at you for over an hour while you yapped about D&D of all things.”
Beomgyu shrugs, finishing off his cup of coffee. “You like her a lot, right?”
“Well, yeah?” Why else would he be here watching his overpriced cup of $8 coffee waste away instead of at work, likely getting beat up by a child again.
“Then don’t give up.” Beomgyu cringes, throwing a tip onto the table. “You want my advice? Be yourself, because she liked you for you. Not because of some black nail polish, or the cologne I let you borrow—and you better give it back! It sounds like,” making a face, he shakes his head. Letting out a quiet chuckle. “You’re similar! And she’s attracted to that. Just be yourself dude.”
Standing up, he adjusts his tie, clasping Heeseung on the shoulder. “You liked her before you found out about her.. career. Go back to that. Also, apologize profusely, until even your ass cheeks start sobbing.”
Heeseung reaches for his hand on his shoulder to give it a squeeze, offering a small smile. His good old trustworthy sensible friend, he really wasn’t born yesterday.
“And stop taking advice from those two idiots, please.” He grunts, messing up Heeseung’s hair. “Gotta get back to work.”
“Thanks Gyu, I really needed that.”
“Yeah yeah, don’t get used to it.” He winks before exiting the cafe. Leaving him to sit there alone and sip at his now cold coffee. Gazing out of the window at the giant mall parking lot across the street lost in thought. He’ll never be able to go back to Round One again without thinking about you. Everytime he hears ‘finish him!’ your laughter will follow. And when he sees those stupid little dolls you love, he’ll think about how he couldn’t even win you one.
Wait.
Abandoning his half full cup of coffee, he jogs out to his car to drive over to the mall. Apologizing profusely seems like the best advice he’s gotten overall, that, and he wants to.
Stopping at the ATM outside before he enters he glares at the money sitting in his bank account that Jungwon loaned him to cover the store's rent. Rent that’s due in less than a week. Those little dolls were $30 a pop.. and his chances of actually winning one are slim to none. Regretfully he pulls out the few thousand meant to be used to keep his landlord and the bank off of his ass. He’ll figure out how to pay it somehow, he always does.. Hours and hours spent at the same claw machine end with failure after failure. It’s only after a few hundred dollars that he finally manages to capture one of these gremlin dolls. Even falling to his knees and clutching it his heart as the machine dispenses it and a group of people who have formed around him clap, cheering him on.
Heeseung turns in a circle, awkwardly waving and smiling at them. “Hey! It’s that nerd from Gamestop!”
Riwoo. God damnit, this kid is his curse!
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” One of his friends, Woonhak asks. Folding his arms and rolling his eyes. “Aren’t you too old to be collecting Labubu’s?”
Scoffing under his breath, he tucks the small plushie into his backpack. Pulling out another $100. “It’s not for me.”
“Are you reselling them? Pft, trying to invade my territory now?!” Riwoo gripes.
“No, this girl.. I was sort of dating..”
Riwoo’s eyes go wide behind his glasses, snapping his fingers. “The one that chased me out of the store and tried to buy my Charizard pull for $500?!”
Heeseung’s head snaps up, disbelief all over his face. “What?!”
Woonhak laughs, remembering the events. “We told her it’s a no go! Nothing less than $700.”
“That cards not worth that much! You little—“
“So what, she still bought it!” Riwoo grins, posing proudly with his shoulders pronounced. “I’m a real business man, unlike you.”
“Wait, what?? She paid you SEVEN hundred for that Charizard card?!”
Riwoo nods, poking Woonhak’s side with his elbow. “I should have gone for $800.”
Heeseung’s face drops, turning back to stare inside of the claw machine. But you said you had found someone else willing to sell theirs.. someone who happened to live nearby around town.. you lied?! And paid this little shit head more than double the amount this card's even worth?!
Pulling it out of his pocket, he presses it to his lips. More determined than ever to win you this entire case of Labubu’s!
Five more hours fly by, and the machine full of ugly smiling dolls blurs in front of his eyes. Making the dolls appear to laugh as he blinks and rubs his exhaustion away, not removing his other hand off the joystick despite how hard it’s cramping. Determined or not, this claw machine is more unforgiving than what should be considered fair for a kids game. Finally unattaching himself from the machine, he lets out a pained sound. Unable to stretch his fingers out as he gathers the Labubu’s he managed to win…maybe something over $1000 later. He stopped counting after $600.
Counting the 9 dolls in his bag, he sighs, smiling at the pink one he had originally wanted to win for you. At least he managed that.
Heading back out, he sits in his car for a few minutes mewling over what to do. What if you never want to see him again? Or do you need space? Maybe you’ve already moved on and forgotten about him. Unfortunately, he had looked at your Onlyfans account again, only to see your face, nothing more. The blaring number of over 4.5 million subscribers is what rushed him to click out before he could bother to save any photos or check out more. A girl like you had plenty of suitors, sending you tons of gifts.. and here he is with a backpack full of dolls trying to sweep you off of your feet.
“Idiot.” He mumbles, starting the car to drive to your place. Half hoping you won’t be home, maybe won’t even open the door when you see it’s him through the peephole.
He is willing to beg for you to hear him out, even if it leads to nothing. Even if you ask for him to never contact you again and leave you alone. He needs to tell you how he feels.
Pacing out in front of your door for a few minutes, he goes over what to say. Definitely looking like a mad man if anyone was to walk by and see him murmuring while going back and forth.
Knocking on your door, he waits, heart beating so loud that it feels like a mild earthquake has erupted. The sound of the latch opening stills his breath, finding your gaze as you step back and open up halfway.
“Hi.” He breathes, hoisting the straps of his backpack onto his shoulders tighter. “I uh—I’m an idiot, okay?? I saw your account and I—I don’t know. I freaked out.” He rambles, squeezing at the straps to stop his hands from flailing about. “And I shouldn’t have listened to my friends! I should have thought about you first. All I care about is you, you know? All I want is for us to go back to normal again.”
“Can it be normal? Now that you know?”
Opening and shutting his mouth, he nods for a while. Trying to really think about what you just said.
No. It can’t be normal, and that’s not your fault, only his for ever making you feel that way.
“This is probably stupid.” Dropping to his knees, he takes off his backpack and unzips it open. Picking out the pink labubu first. “But I should have won this for you the other day..”
“Heeseung, are you crazy?! How did you?—“
“I played, a lot.” He nods, standing up to hand you his bag. “You can just keep that, I’ll buy a new one. I know it’s not much but I’m sorry, I’m really fucking sorry.”
Hugging his bag to your chest, you frown, bottom lip quivering.
“I know who you really are.” He continues, rubbing at his nape nervously without anything to distract his hands with. “And you’re better than this, than what I was trying to pull. You’re better than me. You freaking bought me a Charizard card.” He sighs, head shaking still not believing it. “You’re like, not even in the same tax bracket as me. Hell, I’ll probably never even come close, so please, don’t let some loser like me ever make you feel bad about yourself.”
“Heeseung?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Wringing his hands, he stops, jaw falling open. “What?”
“For looking at me, and seeing me.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that. That’s what you deserve, you’re amazing.” Coughing to clear his throat. He shoves his hands inside of his pockets, looking from side to side.
“And you’re not a loser.” You say, holding the pink labubu up to your face. “No loser could win me all of these.”
Little do you know that he can barely move his fingers right now.
“You’re really sorry?” You smirk, leaning against the door frame.
“Very.”
“How sorry?” You continue to question, sounding playful. “Willing to do anything sorry?”
“Yes?” He stutters, licking his lips. “Is there something you have in mind?”
Grinning from ear to ear, you nod. “I have an idea.”
———————————-
“It’s been a few weeks, did you miss me?”
Heeseung’s chest thumps rapidly, having to rub over his heart to make sure he’s not imagining it. He’s standing stoically still at the corner of your bedroom, eyes darting from side to side, back to your figure sitting on the middle of your bed on your knees. Seductively leaning in closer to the camera set up in front of you. He gulps, forcing himself to not fuss with his hair, opting to bite at his nails instead. He watches you toy with the long ears on your soft fuzzy hoodie, winking as the sounds of coins rush in and your viewers grace your return with enough money to instantly raise the numbers in the chat over $1000 after only a few minutes since going live.
This is really happening. The last month has been such a rollercoaster leading up to this moment. After actually successfully getting through every Lord of the Rings movie(director’s cut and all), and building the boxes of unopened dressers and shelves you needed help with, despite the struggle, you ended up visiting a few new places. Cafes, bookstores, an 80s themed arcade, somehow even finessed a mall trip that ended up with him acquiring some new clothes that you insisted looked great on him. Much to his dismay when you also insisted on paying, exclaiming that it was your treat.
He can officially say that you are his girlfriend, and now as he stands here watching you announce to thousands of your subscribers that you found someone, he stops chewing at his cuticle for a second to really focus.
“You know I’m always complaining and whining about how hard it is to meet guys. How badly I just wish one of you lonely gamer boys would come fuck me instead and make this easier for me.” You laugh, looking off camera in his direction. “I know you’ve all been begging ever since I opened my Onlyfans to do content with guys.. I never really wanted to.”
Heeseung smooths his hands down the front of his shirt. A plain black t-shirt, nothing special, and joggers, his outfit didn’t matter much for this since it’d be coming off soon anyway. “But I met someone, and guys..I really like him.” You squeal, cupping your cheeks with the sweater paws covering your hands. “Anddd we’ve been getting to know each other so much these past few weeks!”
He looks at the computer screen where the chats going crazy, blowing up with messages from what he can only assume are your loyal subscribers who have followed you since the beginning based on their responses.
YourDaddy97: ‘Is our baby girl finally going to get fucked?’
-YourDaddy97 sent 200 coins
YourDaddy97: ‘Please say yes.’
G00nking: ‘Hey doll face, so happy for you. He better treat you right or we’ll fuck him up.’
Hungry4pus$y: ‘What’s the plans for tonight princess? Really hope you’ll finally use the dildo I sent.’
Rubbing at his neck, he has to remind himself that you do not actually know any of these people. He is the one currently standing in your bedroom for free watching you giggle as you continue on explaining. He’s the one that gets to touch you and wake up by your side tomorrow.
Milftittiez: ‘God please tell me you’ll take it up the ass baby. Need to see that little hole get fucked.’
-Hungry4pus$y sent 500 coins
Hungry4pus$y: ‘I second that.’
You never read the chat while you’re live anyway. Turning back to look at you, he gasps, finding your gaze on him.
“He’s really amazing, and super nice to me.. he makes me laugh, I can’t stop thinking about him. Uhm..” slowly running your eyes down his frame, you pause and take a deep breath. Gazing at the bulge already pushing out against his sweats. His cheeks flame up, biting on his lip.
As good as kissing had been, sex with you was even better. Everything he’d been missing out on before with others whenever he felt dissatisfied, lacked feelings and left feeling more miserable than before; with you everything felt right, comfortable, easy. Better than what he could have even tried to concoct in his wet dreams.
When you had suggested inviting him to join you on a live show he had initially panicked, worried that he wouldn’t be impressive for your audience, but you had really drilled it in how much they’d love it.
He’s relatable, he’s one of them.
“Right uhh,” giggling to yourself, you start to fan your face. “Got distracted. I guess it’s time I introduce you all to my special guest, my boyfriend.” Looking back over at him, you reach out your covered palms. Opening and shutting them with a pout. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Taking a deep breath, he moves into the shot on the camera. The image of what your viewers see reflected on another screen next to your computer. Your face, his hips and prominent bulge, the eagerness your smile paints as you reach for his hands. “My baby.”
Biting your lip, you sit up more on your knees, eyes flicking up to look at him. Appearing so innocent and docile on the screen that he continues to look at from the corner of his eye. “And he’s going to listen to all of you. Make sure that I get fucked real good, aren’t you?”
He turns to look at you, reaching for your chin to stroke his fingers across. Eyes darkening as he leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips. “Is that what you want?”
Fingers drag across your bottom lip, catching the tips of them a few times. You shut your eyes and nod, humming and sucking one of his fingers in deeper. “Want it, you know how I like it.”
“Yeah?” He sighs, wiping the saliva from his digits down your chin to your throat. Placing his palm across it to hold your neck back and keep your eyes on him. “Tell me, tell them.”
The chat continues to go wild, messages flooding in even faster. The endless sound of coins chiming.
Milftittiez: ‘Fuck the hell out of her man. Do what I only wish I could. Lucky bastard.’
IKEUDICKEU: ‘That’s our boy!!’
-G00nking sent 800 coins
G00nking: ‘Breed her.’
“Want you to fuck me, fuck me so hard until I cry.” You plead shakily, pulling his hips to your chest. Chin perched on his stomach gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Make it hurt.”
Heeseung’s eyes glaze over for a moment, softly cupping your face and caressing your cheeks. Mouth twitching with the need to tell you how pretty you look, how much he likes you. How he’s sorry for what he’s about to do to you, even if you’re begging for it. “Don’t even know what you’re asking for, do you baby?”
Climbing onto your bed, he kneels onto the space behind your figure, his face coming into the shot. The chat explodes as he drapes a hand over your throat and presses his lips to your cheek. Whispering as his other hand slides onto the front of your stomach and steals your breath. “Safe word?”
“Video games.” You whisper, mostly mouth back at him. A lustful gaze letting him know how far gone you already are, grazing your lips down his jawline.
‘I want it rough, nasty, be as mean as you want.’ You said much too excited while giving him a pep talk only an hour ago.
He cups your chin, turning your head to look at him. Diving to connect your lips, hot tongue pushing its way inside. Moving from your neck to the back of your head, he grips onto your hair. Pulling your neck back to arch as he explores inside of your mouth, swallowing the excited moans you keep letting out. It’s more heated and sensual than rough, really taking the time to taste and massage his tongue against yours. Fisting at your hair, he sucks onto your bottom lip, beginning to feel woozy when you whisperly breathe out his name, quiet enough for only him to hear.
Judging by the way you twist around by your waist, and shaking hands find their way to his shoulders, he pulls back only to look at you. Lightly pecking the tip of your nose. “What’s my pretty girl have on under this?” He asks, loud enough for the mics around your bed to pick up on. Reaching for the zipper of your oversized bunny hoodie, toying with it. He smirks and turns you back to face the camera, lifting an eyebrow. “Should we find out?”
It’s clear the chat room cheers him on, dropping more coins in to encourage his hand to slide lower and finally reveal what you’ve been hiding. “Hee, please.” You gasp, head thrown back against his chest. Eyelashes flutter as you reach for his cheek and he moves to sit behind you. Legs bracketing your hips, hard cock pressed to your lower back.
“What? Use your words.”
“Touch me,” you whine. Attempting to roll back and lift your ass from the bed to press against his cock. “Please touch me.”
“Yeah? Want it that bad?” He sighs, fighting with himself to keep taking it slow. The longer this goes the more you’ll make, that’s what you said. Licking at your chin, he wraps around your waist again. Slowly pulling the zipper down to stop just where your breasts begin to round out. “So needy for it.”
“Uh huh,” you whine, shivering against him.
“Think you should beg a little more baby, my sweet baby.” His nose drags down your cheek, softly inhaling your soft dreamy scent. “They want to hear you beg.”
“Please daddy.” You croon, falling deeper into a hedonistic head space. The lost look in your eye magnifying how far you’ve drifted.
Heeseung sucks at the backs of his teeth, eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbone. His eyes open up with a heavy intense gaze on your flushed face. Chest rising and falling fast as you pant, breath straining the more you squirm against him. “Shh shh,” tugging your zipper lower, he leisurely inches down. Taking a deep breath as he reaches the bottom and peels the sweater off of your chest.
The sound of coins clink louder, pushing the material off of your shoulders to show off the lace pink bra you have on, contrasting beautifully against your skin. The matching thong panty and garter belt on your shapely waist. And the thigh highs squeezed enticingly on your upper thigh, spilling out enough flesh to make anyone watching want to desperately rut between them, ruining the sheer material with endless layers of cum.
He had helped you to choose this lingerie set out the day you went to the mall together. Some store called Agent Provocateur that he’s never heard of, and a total announced at the register that made his eyes nearly fall out of his skull. Someday he’d be the one to quickly whip out his card and swipe before you even have the chance to think about it.
As he drags his fingers down over your breast, pressing a kiss to your trembling throat, he almost feels sorry at the thought of stripping any of it off of your body. Almost.
“Gorgeous.” He whispers, dipping his hands against the curvature of your waist. Littering a few more chaste kisses along the column of your throat, he scoots back. Pulling at the hem of his shirt and tossing it off to the side. He leans against the tower of pillows decorating your headboard, stretching his legs open. “Come here baby,” he says smoothly, patting his thigh.
Slowly shifting to turn around, you drop the rest of the sweater off of your figure, bending down and arching for the camera behind you as you begin to crawl and make your way over to him. “Turn around.” He directs, spinning one of his fingers in a circle. Returning back to your original position with your back pressed to his chest, you let out a relieved sound. Eyes drifting half shut as his arms engulf you and squeeze you closer. “Doing such a good job, bet your fans wish they could be in my place right now.”
A soft hum passes between the two of you, sliding his hands down past the garterbelt on your waist, he traces across the top of your panties. Dragging his fingertips along the frilly material before he gathers it all together and pulls them to one side. Throwing his legs over yours when you let out a gasp, he pulls them further apart, fully manhandling your position.
“Keep them open,” he says raspily. Voice turning hoarse the harder he breathes. Inhaling deeply through his nose as he fists them harder and yanks until the sound of seams snapping hits his ears. Exposing your wet core to the audience he’s sure is intently watching, finally getting to see someone else make use of your perfect body.
“God.. shit,” you huff, burying your face against his neck. Suddenly feeling more exposed than you ever have when alone riding the various collection of sex toys you’ve acquired, more vulnerable with his body heat melding into yours. Igniting flames around the two of you, spreading tremors down to your toes.
Heeseung’s chest beats wildly, using his other hand to smooth across your wet inner thigh, hissing when his palm gets coated with your arousal. “Baby wants to cum real bad, doesn’t she?” He asks against your ear, teasingly pushing the heel of his palm against your mound. Setting your hips off to jump against the touch. He grunts and pulls roughly at your panties, burning the skin along your groin where the fabric digs in.
Slowly walking two of his digits lower past your clit, he teases at your opening. Barely brushing the tips of his fingers between your slit just to feel the thick wetness that’s accumulated. Biting down to hiss between his teeth as he sluggishly circles over your entrance. “Making a real mess,” he says, flicking the wetness off of his fingers and splattering the bedding beneath your ass. “Insane how fucking wet you are.”
“Unnghh..” reaching back to grip onto his shoulders, you try to squirm. Kept down by the weight of his legs on yours. Slick wetness drips down past the crevice of your ass, soaking through the backs of your thigh highs burying against the bed.
“What was that?” He grins, nose pressing against your cheekbone. Teeth nipping at your jawline. “This what you want?” He says only to drive you crazy. Slowly rubbing and softly pressing his digits against your entrance. The sound of wetness emitting so loud, filling your chest with embarrassment. Only a few touches and he already has you kicking your feet, eyes rolled up looking at him full of desperation.
Loudly moaning as he runs up between your slit to brush around your clit, you frantically nod. Tongue hanging out panting like a dog, making his grin widen and crinkle the skin at the corners of his eyes.
The heat radiating between your thighs could burn his skin, biting down on his lip to hold back a hiss, he finally presses on your clit. Only to pull back and rip a cracked whine from your throat. Using the arm around your waist to pull you closer, he slides lower, digging his fully erect length into your lower back.
“Please, Hee—“ you say fast and frenetic, eyes bouncing around his face full of panic. “Please!” Clawing at his shoulders helplessly, you scratch at his skin. Digging your manicured nails in to leave marks behind.
Heeseung’s eyes thin for a minute, tapping your clit a few times.
Be as mean as you want.
“You want it?” He dares to ask again before you can completely fall apart in his arms. Digging his cock into your back for some type of relief. He grinds forward, pushing through the wetness drenching your cunt, pushing his fingertips past your throbbing entrance. He stills again, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Daddy!” You cry, head shaking from side to side. Legs trembling against his, tipping your neck back to fully look at him. “Please,” you slur out, tears rippling down your cheeks.
Bucking your hips up from the bed in desperate attempt to get him deeper inside, you sniffle, sucking at your wet bottom lip. “Want it so bad, wan—want you so bad.”
Heeseung’s head could spiral off of his body, chest caving as he licks the tears off of your cheek. Glancing up at the camera from his peripheral, he smirks. The never ending sound of coins coming in reminding him that he got the girl. He’s not the loser anymore.
Shoving two of his fingers inside of you with ease, his eyelids flutter for a minute. Groaning at the way your pussy easily sucks him in, gushing wet slick warmth around his digits. Thick fingers finally stretch between your walls, already so swollen with blood and restless rage of hunger to be filled. “Greedy pussy, sucking on my fingers.” He says between gritted teeth, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Crooking them deeper, he angles his wrist to get inside past his knuckles. Pushing his cock harder against your back, writhing against you creating sweet friction that runs through his balls. Suctioning heat grips around his digits, using more strength to penetrate and rub the tips of his fingers against a squishy part deep inside of you. He grunts as you let out a strangled cry, bouncing against his cock until you manage to fully sit on his lap and rub your ass on the tent pressing out of his sweats.
“F-fuck.” Heeseung’s mind slips for a moment. Breaking his gaze away from your perky ass cheeks going up and down over his lap. He clenches the backs of his teeth, shoving his thick fingers in and out of you faster. Pushing them against your velvety wet walls, hitting each nerve that numbs through your core, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
“Daddy, please, w-want your cock. Fuck m-me!” You stutter, mostly unintelligibly. Stumbling on your words between gasps and moans.
“Wait.” He says firmly. Trying to keep himself calm and collected as his other hand sweeps down lower, tapping your clit while simultaneously working his digits in and out of your cunt. “You don’t tell me what to do.” Sucking your earlobe between his lips, he furiously pumps his fingers. Aiming them deep exactly where you need, tapping your clit with rapid speed that has you throwing your hips up again.
“Want..” you whisper, sounding dazed. Voice trailing off as you blink to look at him. Chest heaving up and down, coughing between your tears that keep spilling out. Writhing against him, your lips open and part over and over again. Losing your train of thought as Heeseung works his fingers to move at the same speed. Pinching your bundle of nerves between two digits, scissoring your cunt open to take his cock soon. The anticipation of what’s to come pinches through your limbs. Stilling as your orgasm approaches and the pace of his touch stirs you into a frenzy, rolling your clit between his fingers so roughly, you think that you could die from the stimulation.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Lost in the headspace you’ve fallen into, you can’t stop chanting out every wanton beg possible. Slewing nonsense as a wash of cold drenches down your body, sweating even with the cold brrr of air conditioning circulating around. You manage to kick out from under Heeseung’s legs, feet pointed out and eyes clenched. “A-aahh!”
Relentless fingers curve inside of you, pulling all of your release out. Shooting slick past the two digits lodged deep inside of you as you scream out and reach to pull on his hair. Pussy dripping everywhere as the sound of coins chimes so loud throughout your bedroom. Cumming so hard that the clear liquid almost reaches the camera, landing in trickles at the ledge of your bed.
Popping his fingers free, he lifts his drenched hand to your face. Harshly breathing against your back as he stretches them open, playing with your sticky cum dripping down his palm. “Came from that alone? And still think that you deserve my cock?”
The loudest whimper you’ve let out breaks from your lips, twisting your neck back with wet eyes. “Please! Want your cock! I deserve it! I deserve it!” You say erratically, grabbing his hand and dragging his wet pruned fingertips down the middle of your tongue.
He tsk, tugging them away and smearing the rest of your wet slick onto your cheek. “That all you got?”
God he hopes it is. His cock throbs, preparing to rip right through his sweats if he doesn’t fuck you already. Choking on a moan when he lifts his eyebrows up and down, you shake your head and get on your knees. Arching your back with your ass jutted out, dropping your chest to the bed.
Shakily sitting up, he strokes up and down the backs of your thighs, cupping your ass to test the weight of it in his hands. He squeezes for a minute, pinching one side of your soaked through panties between his fingers before dragging the material together.
“Ah, fuck.” He curses, kissing the backs of his teeth. The pink jewel gleaming between your ass cheeks shoots painful pangs straight through his cock. Tapping on the end of the plug sitting nicely inside of your ass. He hisses again as it pulsates in and out, catching your gaze looking back at him with hope. “This for me?”
“Mmhmm,” swaying your hips side to side to entice him, you reach back and pull your buttcheeks apart. Gripping at the plug covered with a ton of lube and your slick that slipped down. Pulsing the gem to taunt him. “W-want you.”
Pushing himself away from your pillows, he rubs over his bulge, lips pulled back baring his teeth. “That’s how you want to get fucked, huh?” He softly chuckles, leaning over your bent posture. Palm finding the back of your neck to keep you held down in place. “Fucked up the ass like a whore before I ruin your pussy?”
His rasped whispered words nearly force the plug out of your ass, nodding fast before you break into another round of pleads. You slowly blink at him, licking the tip of his nose. “Give it to me.”
God. It’s as if every single shitty thing that’s ever happened to him gets erased from his memory. Only leaving space to remember this moment, how perfect you are, how not even in his wildest fantasies would he have ever been able to come up with anything this good.
Sitting back up with his hand remaining heavy on your neck, he shoves his sweats down, enough to free his length and stroke the mess of precum that's coated his tip. Slapping the meaty girth down on your ass just to hear the loud clap of skin on skin swarm around him, dizzying him all the more. He gets behind you, letting go of your throat to scratch down the top of your spine and unhook your bra, shoving the straps away for the perfect view of the pretty sunken dip between your shoulder blades.
Grabbing around the sparkling end of the plug, he pulls it out only an inch, shoving it back inside only to make you lose your mind. To hear the tongue-tied jarble you let out, crying and begging. “What was that?” He asks coldly, dark eyes trailing down your body. Squeezing your hips and slotting his cock between your ass.
“F-fuck my hole, fuck my ass.” You ask too sweetly, softly. Voice torn to shreds from all the tears that you wanted to rain down so badly.
Heeseung has to take a deep breath when he pulls the plug free. Choking on his spit as our rim flutters, glistening with lube, gaped and empty. Made for his cock to fuck and fill.
For a minute he rubs his length up and down your rim, questioning how exactly he’s supposed to fit in there. You wanted it to hurt..
Cupping your core, he smears the wetness dribbling out on his palm. Painting the mess of it onto his size before pulling his hips back and slamming forward. Penetrating past the tip due to the prep you did earlier and the lubricant still coating your insides. He manages to get half of his length in with one thrust. Eyes squeezing shut at the immediate tight heat he’s met with.
An obscene pleasured and pained moan echoes around him. Splitting you apart on his cock as he thrusts in deeper and meets obstruction, coming to a still to suck air in through his nose.
“Ah—ahh!” You scramble beneath him. Hands roaming for something to dig your nails into, clutching at the bedding. The toy had been useful to prep you for this, but not good enough to prepare for just how thick and big Heeseung is. Filling your ass so full, so fucking full that it’s blinding. Looking at the inside of your skull from the way your eyes roll back. Tasting his cock so deep, you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to accept another.
It’s only a minute or less before he’s pulling back out to the tip. Groaning at the way your hole pulsates around him, trying to suck him back inside. Hooking his hands onto your garter, he thrusts back inside with more force. Ripping another long cry from your throat that could shatter glass. The sting of his punching thrusts claps against your ass, filling the room with your heavy breathing, the collision of wet skin, sounds of pleasure reaching new heights.
Heeseung aims at the same spot inside of you over and over again. His clothed thighs pressed against the back of yours as a reminder that he’s still dressed from the waist down, really painting the picture of what a whore you must look like right now. Getting fucked like this in front of thousands, subscribers who will never forget this judging from the sound of pings coming from the chat.
Fat tears burn down your cheeks as he bends forward and really rides your ass. Burying his feet into the bed with his hips pressed against yours, hitting so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. Running one of his hands back down to your neck, he grips it for a minute. Clutching your throat as be brutally pounds into your ass and drops his gaze down to watch your skin ripple and bounce against him. Pulling back and snapping his hips forward with enough force to shove your face deeper into the bed, muffling your pretty cries. “This is what you wanted.” He groans, licking at drool dripping down his chin.
“Y-yes!”
“Tell them,” fisting a wad of your hair, he pulls your head back. Bowing your back in and cracking your neck muscles in the process. You let out a shout, blinking large wet eyes right at the camera. “Tell them how good it feels.”
Breath lodges in your throat, makeup ruined from the tears that have smeared across your face. The chat obviously loses it when you finally acknowledge them. “L-love getting my tight little ass fucked.”
Fuck. Heeseung has to drop his chin in order to hide his face. Cock twitching inside of your ass at the lewd way you talk, making so many jealous, making him lose all ties to his sanity. The sound of skin hitting skin grows louder, fist tightening in your hair. He rams down and fucks your ass with ferocity. The arch in your back looks impossibly deep now, undoubtedly painful. Showing off your pretty marked up throat for all of your horny viewers to envy. Fucking his thick cock as his hips jerk with each squeeze you give. He growls, suddenly throwing your head down to grip your hips. “Come on, fucking you this good. Where the fuck are your manners?”
The last thing your brain can process is what the hell manners even mean right now. “I-I—I dunno.” You whimper, repeating yourself a few more times.
“Don’t act dumb.” He rolls his hips. Circling them and his cock deep inside of your ass. His fingers slide down your cheeks, dipping into your open mouth, and he pulls. Yanks you back by your mouth, drooling out onto the bed as you look at the camera in shock. “Tongue out like that, say thank you.”
The image on the screen makes his cock throb. Beating against the insides of your ass, tightening his balls up as drool drips out down your tongue. Covering his fingers with spit and your tears that flow like no tomorrow.
“T-thank you.”
God you sound pathetic, groveling and struggling to move your mouth. Coughing out a wad of spit as he continues to fuck your ass open, jabbing out more trickles of drool to fly out.
Heeseung fully pulls you back, stretching your mouth all the way open as he sits you right on his cock and fucks into you with manic speed. Blinking sweat away from his eyes, he watches himself with the most deranged expression, pummeling deep inside of your ass. Tits bouncing on the screen with your bra discarded somewhere on the bed. Panties all strewn and ruined, thigh highs enhancing how sexy and fuckable you look. He feels crazed, mouth going slack, eyebrows pinched together.
“Hee—“ you seize up around him, gurgling his name. Dropping his fingers from your mouth he grips around your throat with both hands. Leveraging his strength with a chokehold, he uses extra force to bounce you up and down his length. Even as you lock up and make it near impossible for his cock to move. Tiny hole making it harder for him to fuck you, filling him with insatiable rage as he thrusts harder, knocking tearsdrop from your chin.
Slick glistens all over your parted open inner thighs. Darkening the material of your thigh highs. He can’t believe it, how much you want it, how much you’re enjoying it. Loving it and begging for more, such a.. “Slut.” He bites out, placing his lips by your ear. Your mouth never shuts even after he lets go, tongue hanging out akin to a thirst starved animal. Panting heavily with no strength left in your jaw or ability to form coherent words. Letting out choked whines and wheezes, jabbed out with each sharp thrust he gives you.
Fucked without a care, pure abandon because he knows he still has to fuck you. Giving it his all with each slam of his hips, he bites on your earlobe. Dropping one hand between your thighs to deliver a harsh skin burning slap. The wet sound emitting out loud, swelling your cunt even more upon impact. He slaps again and again until you’re writhing against him, coughing, head dropped back releasing the most desperate sounds.
“This.” He huffs roughly, throwing his hips up with a powerful impact. “Is. What. You. Want?”
The gruff tone vibrates through your skull, slaps against your core matching his thrusts. Grazing your engorged clit in the most mind crushing way. Fucked into oblivion and aching everywhere, from the stinging pain all over your scalp to the bruises forming on your hips and neck. Exactly how you like it. Heeseung licks up your damp cheek, lips returning to press to your ear. “Gonna cum just from my cock in your ass?”
A silent scream cuts like knives inside of your throat, jaw dropped, eyes rolled all the way back. The most obscene pornographic stream your viewers have seen from you. Blowing their minds where they jerk off behind their computer screens to another man bringing you to your highest peakest of pleasure. Entire body quivering, ass clamping down on his cock, squirting onto your ruined bedding again as you reach climax. Entire body going limp as clear wet jumps from your unused cunt, going slack in his arms.
He growls, setting you back down onto all fours. Cock screaming inside of your tight asshole as his body begs for release. He squats over you on the bed, feet digging into the sheets. Pressing down on your shoulders, he thrusts in with determination, growing sloppy as you let out a howled scream. And his teeth grind together, rolling his hips down as the first string of sticky white string pours out of his tip. Stilling to bury the rest of his cum deep inside of your ass. He trembles, hunching over your body. The weight of him too much in your weakened state, sending you both to topple over.
“Fuck.”
Filthy. The smell of hot sex permeating around him. His cum trickling out of your gaped hole, the way his cock smacks against his stomach. He gasps for breath, rubbing over his face in disbelief. Even the chat quiets down for a minute, only a few chimes of coins drop. It’s possible that everyones too stunned to speak much of anything after that.
Catching his breath, he sits back up, turns to push your hair that’s now a complete mess out of your face. “Safe word?”
“Mm..” you try to smile, weak and dopey still coming down from your orgasm. “V-videos..” You slightly nod, pecking his lips as he leans in and rubs his nose against yours.
“Good girl.”
Heeseung blinks at the screens, crawling closer to the corner of your bed to read a few messages.
G00nking: ‘BREED HER PUSSY PLSS I’M FUCKING BEGGING DUDE!!’
-G00nking sent 1000 coins
YourDaddy97: ‘I second that, destroy her. Need to see that pussy filled with cum.’
-YourDaddy97 sent 1500 coins
MilkTitZSucker: ‘BREED HER BREED HER BREED HER!!’
Getting off of the bed, he shoves his sweats off, kicking his boxers aside. The chat continues to explode with requests to fist you, eat your ass, but the ones begging to breed you overpower all of them, spamming until they get their way. “We’re not done yet.” He says to the camera, reaching for your thighs to drag you closer. Legs hung off the bed with a perfect shot of your cunt for the camera, gaining a lot more earnings. He rubs up your calves to your knees, snapping the tops of your sticky thigh highs against your skin. Smoothing over your aching wet pussy, cupping it with his hand, heel of his palm digging against your clit. He teases for a few seconds, playing with your garter belt, massaging up to your breast to cup and squeeze. “One more baby? Can’t disappoint your fans.”
Slowly nodding your head, you reach for him, hands opening and closing needily. Pouting for them to be held. Linking his fingers between yours, he settles between your legs. Laying down with his chest pressed to yours, kissing your chin.
The first time you had sex had been slow, soft, mostly exploring each other’s bodies with tons of foreplay. But right now he needs to be inside of you, to feel every inch of his cock trapped in your warmth. Angling his hips, he presses his forehead to your cheek. Looking down to aim the tip of his length at your wet opening, gently nudging until he can press in. “Ughh..” he sighs, loving how wet you stay, even after all the abuse your ass endured. You slick up around his cockhead, making the push easier to pop the rest of it inside.
He prods for less than a minute to let you get used to the stretch. Grabbing your hands to place them on your breast, grasping your shoulders and pushing himself up. Dropping his lower half to penetrate deeper, inch by inch disappearing as you croon; toying with your nipples between your digits.
“Big—“ you say watery, shiny lips covered with drool. “S’too much, c-can’t.”
Heeseung can feel it, your cunt pulsing around his length. Pussy walls closing on him to push him out and pull him in deeper. Another gush of arousal pours down to his balls, cursing as he pulls out to the tip and gets a look at his glossy slick cock. “Don’t move,” he spits out, biting at his lip. “L-let me just—“
“Daddy—can’t fit you inside my pussy.” You say in a breathless exhausted voice. Heavy eyelids draped low, giving you the most sultry bedroom eyes.
Fuck.
His eyes slam shut to not cum too fast, balls clenched with the threat. A low groan tears from his throat, gripped even tighter as you wail again. “You’re so b-big, stretching me so good.”
“Yeah baby.” Heeseung can’t think of anything. Can’t think of what to do or say, only focused on how tight your pussy sucks his cock. His skin flushing and shining with sweat the longer he holds himself back from fucking you in earnest. “Like that?”
His hips buck on their own, burying himself to the hilt. Leaning forward, he really sinks your shoulders into the bed, somehow getting the very last inch of his cock inside of you. The pressure wide and firm, pressing his cockhead so deep. “The way you s-squeeze, fuck.”
Taking a hold of your neck, he reaches down to hook your thigh over his hip. Snaking his hand between your lower halves to rub your clit. He uses the new angle to grind his cock inside of you, matching the rhythm with the way his fingers circle around your clit. Fingers slipping lower between your folds from how wet you are. He pinches it between his digits and lets out a groan when you start to cum again. Pussy desperately contracting around his size, sliding in and out through your release. Continuing to work his cock through it, he kisses you again, licking your bee stung bitten lips. “Feel good?”
Mindlessly nodding and too delirious to answer, you let go of your breasts to hold on to his shoulders. His hips snap, thrusting in more ruthless with the extra glide of your slick. The hand on your throat loosens as he reaches down and grips your thighs. Pulling them both to press against his hips as he hammers in and out of your pussy. Clenching his teeth as he smooths to the backs to your knees and slowly rolls his hips trying to keep a fast pace. He pushes your knee pits forward, making them meet your shoulders as he bends you in half with his cock lodged inside of you. Strangled moans and whines mix with the grunts and groans he keeps letting out, shoving in again when he sees the skin under your navel protrude. “Fuck baby, that hurt?”
He does it again to hear you whimper, shaking your head. “Daddy please!”
Dragging his hands to your ankles, he moans and presses against the spot again. Rocking his hips forward faster with each thrust. “Please what, I said use your fucking words.”
“C-cum for me daddy,” you sound so pretty, moaning your words loudly. Cracking as they pass through your scratchy throat painfully. “Cum inside m-me!”
God. That does it. Heeseung’s arousal consumes him, gaze dropping from your angelically obscene face to your wrecked cunt. Staring at the way your the skin lining the rim of your entrance clings to his thick cock so pitifully. Snapping around him and luring him in deeper even if you can’t handle anymore. Selfishly wanting to be used and taken again and again.
“More!” You whine, weakly shoving your core against him to make him move faster.
Pressing roughly at the backs of your knees, he’s in full control now. Fucking forward so hard that all you can do is take and take. Breath hitching and locking in your throat as he pounds into you. Finding the perfect angle to drag his cock in and out.
Another wet splash of slick hits his groin, trickling down to his drenched balls. Making a mess between his thighs covered with your slick. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, fucking through the stream of squirt reaching high enough to hit the middle of his chest. “That’s it.” He groans, thrusting even harder.
Thighs still shake against him as you come down and gasps loudly. Digging your nails into the skin under his pecs, scratching and staring up at him in disbelief. It’s too overwhelming, the heat of your bodies meeting like this, the sticky wet sounds growing louder with each thrust. “G-gonna fucking—fuck your pussy full of cum.” He says strained, raspy and out of breath. “That’s what you want? That’s what you want!”
Blown out eyes stare down at you, forcing your legs open wider to find that spot deep inside of you that aches so good. He loses it, going crazy inside of your pussy. Thrusting so fast that it slides your back up the bed with him. Throwing all of his weight into each drop of his hips. “Fuck!”
Dropping your legs, he lets them flop out to your sides. Resting one hand on your lower belly and the other against your heart, beating so hard he can feel it. Thrusting deep, hitting the skin under his palm. The feeling of both at the same time does something to his brain, blacking out as you start to cum again. But he doesn’t stop, wants to fill your pussy until its dripping with his seed. Chasing his orgasm, he lets out a string of curses, cutting to shuddering breaths. His thrusts get messy, slowing down the last few as his face scrunches up and he lets out the longest broken groan. Spilling load after load of creamy hot white cum inside of your clenched pussy. His toes curl, hips twitching forward with slow pumps to drag it out.
He has to tuck his lips in to stop himself from saying something that could potentially scare you away, especially in front of thousands of gawking eyes. “Ugh..”
Lightly falling on top of you, he starts to pull out. Hissing and gliding the rest of his length free from your hole still squeezing around him. Dropping his body fully onto your bed, he hears the pings from the chat room, leaning over to kiss your forehead before he gets up to turn it off. “Be right back.”
“Mmph..” you mumble, half asleep. Standing up, he wipes his dick clean with his shirt, stepping into his sweats as he makes his way over to the computer.
‘Thanks for joining us, everyone. Have a goodnight.’
Turning everything off, he exits from the screens and makes his way to your bathroom to get a towel to clean you off with. Remembering to go back out to the hallway and grab his bag before he makes his way over to your limp figure curled up in bed. “You can’t sleep like this baby.” He smiles, wiping the dry cum and slick off of your thighs and stomach. Tenderly cleaning between your thighs when you hiss.
“Yes I can.” You say, muffled with your face half dug into a pillow.
“But I have something for you.”
Peeking open one eye, you look at him. Pushing up to sit up and groaning about your back. “More labubu’s?”
“Mmm no.. better, maybe.” He gets up, tossing the dirty towel into your hamper. Setting his bag down on your bed, he unzips it and holds it closed. “I didn’t only pack a huge bag to stay over for tonight, but because I finally finished your bow.”
“Oh my God!” You squeak, bouncing up and down in place. Heeseung coughs, digging his hoodie out from the bag for you before he gets distracted again.
“Hope you’ll like it..” he blushes, really worked hard on it for weeks. Longer than he had originally wanted to, but you deserved something to hold that could match up to your beauty.
Carefully taking it out, he unwraps the cloth from it. Holding the bow out for you. Hands shaking as he does. “Heeseung, I can’t believe you did this for me..” eyes swollen from crying look over the details, the painting, how much craftsmanship went into this. Touching over the carvings with a huge smile on your face. “I almost forgot about this.. I love it!”
“It’s nothing.” He can’t stop smiling. Wanting to rub the heat away from his cheeks as you stand up, his hoodie hanging just below your hips. You arch back and stretch the bow, directing the arrow at his chest.
“Wizard, what do you have to say for yourself? Falling for a druid? Have you no shame?”
Wrapping his hand around the pointed tip of the arrow, he presses it to his chest. “I dunno, maybe I’m stupid.” He snorts, releasing the arrow to spread out his arms. “I’m your captive now, my druidess, to do with me whatever you please.”
“Anything left to say before I make you mine?” Stretching the bow, you raise an eyebrow. The playful glint in your eye still manages to radiate in your dim lit room. Even though he knows this is all for fun, joking around with your weapon aimed at his chest, he can’t help to think that he’d let you shoot him down without a fight.
He’d let you win everytime, just to watch you light up and smile. To do whatever he can to make you happy, even if just for a minute.
more of this—>
pairing. sunghoon x female reader
genre. best friends little brother AU, virgin loser sunghoon, older y/n, pwop, filthy smut, unintentionally a little soft💀, M/F, one shot
warnings. profanity, alcohol mentioned(they don’t drink), smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 6.7k
now playing. wet dreams//artemas
smut warnings. masturbation, sex toy use, loads of cum, wet & messy, somewhat submissive Sunghoon, loss of virginity, oral, pleasure from pain, overstimulation, unprotected sex, etc
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“You let her fuck you with this thing?”
“She didn’t fuck me, she just..” Sunghoon trails off, licking his lips repeatedly out of nervous habit. “Held it, while I—you know.”
“While you fucked it.” Heeseung grins, smacking his friend's arm with the now cleaned off fleshlight. “Can’t believe you almost had sex.”
Sunghoon’s mouth opens to respond, quickly shutting it as he thinks about what his friend just said to him. He almost had sex? With you? Since when?! Wait— did he almost have sex?! With you?? His older sister’s hot sexy gorgeous best friend?!?
“An older woman,” Heeseung whistles, waving the fleshlight in his face. “Nice..”
“It’s not like that.” He says in a fast speech, overwhelmed the more he considers the circumstances. You did technically get him off.. sort of touched him.. complimented him?
“She.. left after, maybe it was my fault.” He pouts, remembering how he couldn’t cum again when you asked. He tried—tried to keep his momentum going, feeling more insecure by the second as the spark in your eyes diminished the more he struggled away from your touch. “Maybe we could have.. gone further.”
“I don’t have much experience.” Heeseung admits, cheeks flushed. Sitting down on Sunghoon’s bed where you’d just frowned at him a couple of days ago before telling him that it was okay, and that you should probably head out anyway. “But, what happened? Couldn’t get it up?”
“No no,” Sunghoon sighs, plopping onto the bed next to him. “I think I just ran out of steam, I mean she was..”
“Sounded like she was pretty uh..” Heeseung rubs at his nape with a shy smile. “Rough with you? Sort of?”
“I didn’t mind it..” playing with his dry cuticles, he frowns and slumps over. Hunching his back to express how disappointed he feels. “Never thought a girl like that would ever show any interest in me.”
“You into her?”
Sunghoon shrugs, glancing at his friend. “I guess, but you know.. she’s my sister’s friend, and older.”
“What? Like two, three years?”
“I think twenty-three.”
“That’s not a bad thing.” Heeseung hums, resting back onto his elbows in thought. “Maybe she can..”
“What?”
“Help you.”
“Help me with what?” Sunghoon questions, turning to look at his friend.
“Lose your virginity.”
“I doubt that.” Sunghoon nervously scoffs, biting on his bottom lip. “Probably thinks I’m a loser.”
“You are a loser.” Heeseung scoffs, shoving into his side. “But I don’t know, she could be into that.”
“Well my sister invited people over again tonight.” He sighs, flopping back onto his bed. “Think she’s just throwing parties everyday since my parents decided to go out of town once I got home.”
“Crazy how you have such a popular cool older sister, and you’re.. you know, you.”
“That helps my confidence a lot, man.” Sunghoon glares at him, lips tight and face full of agitation. “Thanks.”
“Well it should! Means that she’s into you regardless of that, for some reason..” Heeseung hums, sitting up straight. “If any of your sister’s other hot friends feel desperate and bored.. I’m available.”
“What do you think I should do if she’s here tonight?” Sunghoon ponders out loud, dropping flat with a huff and staring at the ceiling. His dark eyebrows scrunch together, puffing his cheeks out angrily. “Should I act cool? Like unbothered? Or.. maybe talk to her first.”
“Hmm.” Heeseung clears his throat, grabbing onto the hem of his friend's t-shirt. “Well first of all, don’t wear this.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?!”
“It’s a Spongebob Square Pants shirt dude..”
“And?!”
“You’re never going to get laid.”
“Hey!”
“I want you to get some ass, man!! Take my advice on this.” Heeseung splutters, pointing toward his closet. “You’re 21, you have to have at least one plain black shirt.”
“Yeah. I can change.” Pushing himself to sit up, he mutters under his breath about how nothing’s wrong with his outfit choice. Shoving his closet door open in search of this old button down top he had to wear for his Grandpa’s funeral a couple of years back. It’s not quite his size anymore, a little snug now given the growth spurt he’s experienced these last couple of years. “Basically, try to look like a normie.”
He glares at Heeseung in the mirror, buttoning his shirt all the way to the collar.
“Well, maybe don’t do that..” he grimaces, nodding toward his chest.
“It’s too small.”
“Dude, just leave it open. You look fine with your tank top showing.”
Scandalized by the idea of walking around with his undershirt on display, he wraps his arms around his chest. This is probably a dumb idea anyway, why would you come into his room in the first place and do.. what you did.
“There.” Heeseung interrupts his inner monologue, fixing the collar of his shirt. “You almost look like some teen heartthrob about to play the lead role in a Netflix show.”
“Am I giving John B?” He asks hesitantly, ruffling his bangs in the mirror.
“Yeah sure.” Heeseung shrugs, mumbling a short mantra into his shoulder to please get his friend laid tonight. Sunghoon’s damn near hopeless, always tensing up around girls even if he’s not attracted to them. Voice cracking and stuttering if they so much as blink in his direction. He needs this more than anyone he knows. “Think your sister will get mad if I stick around for the party?”
“She won’t notice us. Our kind don’t exist in her perfect world.” Looking over at his friend, he sighs and shoots him a thumbs up. “Tonight is the night.”
Forcing a smile on his face, he shoots his friend a thumbs up back in return.
God, please let tonight be the night.
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“I’m not good with alcohol.” Sunghoon rushes to say as Heeseung fills up a red solo cup with chilled beer.
“You’ve never tried any, how would you know?”
The gold fizzy liquid taunts him, held up near his nose by his friend's hand tempting him to drink it. “It’ll help you, you know,” he nods in your direction. “To approach her.”
It’s been two hours now of standing around, making small talk with his friend as they holed up against a wall and watched a slew of muscle head gym rats infiltrate the living room; swarmed by girls way out of their league.
“If I can’t approach her sober, I doubt this will help.” He mutters, taking the cup with a sour face. “She hasn’t looked at me once.”
It’s true, you’ve been across the room by the hallway flirting with some tall good looking guy. He must be your type given the amount of times you’ve playfully slapped his chest and leaned in closer to him to let him whisper in your ear. Sunghoon can’t even muster up the courage to stare at you for longer than a minute despite the fact that you haven’t noticed his presence.
“Take her that beer.” Heeseung taps the cup. “She hasn’t been drinking anything, maybe you can break the ice that way.”
“You want me to talk to her?!”
“Talk to her or stay a virgin until you die.” The ultimatum his friend gives him rings through his ears. Eyeing the beer in his hand one more time before glaring at Heeseung. He straightens his shoulders and makes his way across the house.
Every muscle in his body screams at him to stop. Each step feels like what he can only imagine walking through a pool of molasses would feel like. Working to control his breathing when he finally makes it over to you.
“Hey!” He clears his throat. Standing there wide-eyed, frazzled akin to an innocent wild animal caught in headlights.
“Hoonie?” You squint, gaze dragging down from his face to the space of his chest that’s exposed. “What are you doing here?”
“I—I live here.” He coughs, holding the red cup out toward you. “I saw you over here and thought you might—“
“Oh no, none for me tonight Hoonie.” Waving your hand to dismiss him, you give him a small smile. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, Hoonie.” A deeper voice mocks. The guy that’s been talking your ear off all night mocks him, dragging out the nickname you keep using.
Sunghoon quickly nods, fast to turn around before clenching a fist at his side and spinning back around to face you. “I can do it!”
“What?” You ask, eyebrows knitted. “Do what?”
“The thing..” he whispers, eyeing the guy standing between the two of you. “I can do it.. more.”
“Oh yeah?” You grin, sizing him up again. “Been practicing?”
“What’s going on here, why are you still bothering her.” The guys speaks up again, shoving Sunghoon’s shoulder. “Get out of here twerp.”
“I have been.” Looking into your eyes, he quickly nods and takes a few steps back.
“Who cares, go away loser.” The guy shoves him again, making his shoulder ache. Sunghoon groans, nodding at you before rushing out to the backyard door for fresh air. His face feels hot, palms sweaty, head throbbing. Talking to you like that.. saying that to you, he can’t believe himself.
He crouches down on the back porch, taking in deep breaths to calm down his racing heart. This entire experience has been humiliating, from when you accidentally entered his bedroom to whatever the hell he just tried to pull right now. So humiliating.
“Hey you.” The light tap of a foot nudges into his lower back. Slowly he lifts his wet eyes to find you shutting the sliding door shut behind your back. “What are you doing down there?”
Sunghoon sniffles, slowly dragging his nose across his forearm to wipe the snot that's started to drip as he holds back tears. Pouting pathetically from his crouched position, he tilts his head back to look up at you. “Felt dizzy.”
“You drunk?” Squatting down by him, you cup his chin. Turning his face side to side, soft eyes checking him to see if he’s fine.
“No.” He mumbles pitifully, dropping his cheek to sit in your palm. “Embarrassed.”
A light snort passes through your nose, caressing his cheekbone. “Have you really been practicing?”
Only my entire life. Sunghoon has to stop himself from blurting out. Blinking bashfully as his cheeks warm up under your touch. “Not really, but I know I can do it again, and longer..”
There’s a beat of silence between the two of you, gently tracing up his face to smooth out his eyebrows and push back his bangs, you nod. Tight lipped as you look him over again. “Your sister can’t find out.”
Sunghoon’s eyes light up, sitting up straight out of excitement and landing on his knees. “Really?!”
“Ugh, don’t sound too excited.” You scoff and laugh. Grabbing onto him to get up with you, you nod toward the house. “Before we go inside.. I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything.” He says too eagerly again, cringing at himself. “What is it?”
“Come here.” You motion, leaning back against the wall close to the backyard door. “You know, your sister told me to stay away from you. She must think I’ll be a bad influence.”
“She’s wrong.” Sunghoon chokes out, beginning to feel chilly from the nighttime air. He steals a look inside, spotting Heeseung trapped in a conversation with two of his sister's other friends.
“I’m risking my friendship for you.” Sliding your hands onto his stomach, you gather the fabric of his open shirt between your fingers, slowly moving up toward his chest. “Hardly recognized you tonight.”
“Really? It’s an old shirt..” he says shyly, gulping hard. Dropping his head to focus on your pretty hands opening up his top, moving onto his chest.
“When did little Sunghoon Park start getting so buff?” You ask flirtatiously. Smoothing your palms up from his chest to his neck. Slowly gliding behind to his nape to cup around him. “And tall, lost all that baby fat from your face. What happened to your big round cheeks?”
Already knowing the cheeks in question are beat red by now, he huffs out a breath, grateful for the cold night air now. The only salvation he has now as his body heats up and his heart beats so loud he fears you can hear it. “I guess a few months ago..”
“You’re seriously a virgin? No bullshit?”
Sunghoon sighs, twisting his face and nodding. “Not by choice.”
“A twenty-one year old male virgin, I’m sure it’s not by choice baby.” Scratching at his nape, you chew on your bottom lip. “Are you sure about this?”
“A-about?” His eyebrows lift, nodding much too fast. “I’m more than sure about this! I—I’d even beg.”
He’s not past groveling, not anymore. The small touches you’ve been giving him already have him sprouting to life between his thighs. Drowning in his fear that last time was a fluke, that you may never touch him again. Maybe he did edge himself in the shower a few times this morning, and maybe he jerked off a few times after to make sure he could actually handle it. But admitting that would be more mortifying than anything.
“Can you show me again?” You ask mischievously, the tip of your tongue dragging between your teeth. “Show me how you touch yourself?”
Sunghoon visibly swallows, grabbing your hands from his neck to head inside. Pulled back by you hooking onto his elbows and dragging him away from the door. “Right here.”
“W-what?!” He asks exasperatedly, gawking at you in disbelief. “Someone could see!”
“Eh, no one in there cares.” You shrug, taking a hold of his hands. Swinging them side to side with a sleek smile. “Come on, if you expect me to believe you’re down for this then you shouldn’t have a problem. I’m sure you’re hard already.”
“But, why?”
“I wanna see you do it without that pussy pocket to help you.”
Sunghoon’s chest flutters, eyeing the sliding doors. He steps away to the corner you’re against. Biting down on his lip, he reaches for his belt to undo his bottoms and wrap his digits around his length. They’re cold to the touch compared to the warmth that’s begun to fill his dick, the contrast immediately setting off surges of excitement through his nerves. He hisses and pulls out his palm to blow on it. “Cold..”
He eyes you wearily, nervously rubbing his hands together when you move to stand in front of him and motion for him to lower his pants. “I said I wanna see.”
If he didn’t feel humiliated before, he certainly does now. Shoving his pants and boxers under his ass, he sucks at his teeth as his bottom presses against his parents house. His thick length bounces out, dangling up close to his stomach. Blowing into his palms again, he lathers them with a coat of saliva and reaches down to grip himself. “Like this?”
“Just do it how you usually do baby.” You say softly, leaning against the porch fencing. Concentrated eyes stay on his lower half, surprising yourself with how much you enjoy this. He’s just so pathetic, almost submissive with how desperate he is for you to touch him. It’s almost scary how addictive the thought of taking his virginity has become. Fully consuming your head since the other night.
Sunghoon starts to stroke his length with timid movements. Easing the motion up and down his size, he squeezes the more he reaches the tip. Guiding more and more blood up to his cockhead, painting a brush of red splotches behind on his fair skin. His pretty cock starts to darken, shining at the tip so wet just like last time.
“You really always get that wet?” You question mindlessly. In awe that he’s just been hiding this in his pants all of these years. A virgin with a fat wet cock sounds like something straight out of fiction(ahem)..
“Yeah, I told you it’s—“ he says between ragged breaths, working himself up as his eyes drag up and down your smooth legs. Picturing the different ways he’d kiss up your thighs, maybe even leave a few bite marks behind. “Always wet like this, I didn’t k-know it wasn’t common.”
Uncommon is an understatement. His cock basically drools out precum, glistening all over the tip as he palms himself and spreads the liquid down his rod. “Go faster.” You demand, surprising yourself. Finding his equally confused gaze, you lift your chin nodding for him to do as you say.
Sunghoon grunts, tugging harder at himself. He hunches and pulls from the base to the tip. The ridiculous amount of precum dribbling from his opening glides his palms easily. Suffocating himself as he squeezes tighter and drives his hips to aid his fist fuck. He bites down on his teeth to control his moans, upper half trembling from how hard he exerts himself to work faster.
It’s even crazier to watch knowing that he’s doing all of this because you told him to. Jerking himself off like there’s no tomorrow out here in the cold.
“Are you close, Hoonie?”
“Y-yeah I’m—fuck.” He grits. Pulling and cupping the tip of his cock. Clamping his hand down on the base. He looks at you with enlarged glossy eyes, teeth chattering.
“Hold it.” Glancing toward the house, you move in a few more steps until your chest is pressed to his. Gathering the bottom half of your dress together with one hand as you snake your other down to circle his length. Sunghoon gasps, would’ve bursted if he wasn’t gripping around the base so tightly.
“Can’t leave a mess behind.” You whisper against his lips, directing his cock past the front of your panties. You ease him inside to rub his tip against your clit. Mouth hung open panting against his.
“S-shit.” He cries out, rubbing himself against you once. His cockhead shoves between your wet folds, eyes rolling back. Warm sticky seed paints the seat of your underwear. Weighing heavy on the cotton material already drenched in your wetness.
“Hoon—“ Sunghoon’s eyes shut tightly. Closing off the minuscule space between your lips and his. He presses in, met with soft plump warmth. So fucking soft. The contact spreads electricity through his chest, pulling back a centimeter to find your eyes shut.
He slams his mouth back against yours more eager, catching your bottom lip between his. The cold air around him grows hotter with each small movement, gliding his tongue between your lips. Cock still rock hard where it stays inside of your panties getting covered with his own cum.
He nods enthusiastically, drawing himself away from your core with a hiss and pulling on his bottoms. The wetness flooding his boxers makes him grimace, shaking off his legs. “I’ll meet you there.”
Grabbing onto the back of your neck, he goes in for another impatient kiss. Hungry and desperate to get another taste of your soft lips that feel as if they could melt into his. He groans when you shove at his chest and he pulls away. Apologizing before rushing inside so fast that he trips on the stairs on the way to his bedroom. Cursing and scrummaging to get himself down the hallway inside of his bedroom before you make your way up.
“Oh my God this is happening.” He says in a panic. Searching for a lighter on his messy drawer, he lights up a candle to make his room smell pleasant, something you’d hopefully like. Turns to look at himself in the mirror, dragging his fingers down his cheeks while staring at his lips wide-eyed.
They’re so pink, a little swollen, and more pouty than usual. This is really happening, he’s going to have sex. “Oh God.” He wails, spinning around to fluff up his bed. Throwing anything off of his nightstand that could be too embarrassing.
“What if I’m bad?!” He murmurs to himself in a panic. Sitting down on the edge of his bed staring at his door. “What if I’m the worst she’s ever had?!? What if she tells everyo—“
A light knocking at his door stills the world around him. Listening to his heavy breath, picking up on the rise and fall of his chest. He gets up, walking through quicksand to reach the door handle. Taking in a deep breath, he opens up and finds your bright smile, rocking back and forth onto your tiptoes. “Can I come in?”
Sunghoon can’t believe his eyes and ears, not only is a girl asking to come into his room, but it’s you. An older, cute and sexy girl that by and realistic social ranking should never even be aware of his existence. “Please.” He steps aside, directing you to his bed before locking the door and following you.
It’s more awkward than last time, not that he invited you inside last time. Definitely recalling that he yelled at you to get out of his room instead..
“You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” Reaching for his knee, you try to break the tension building between you. “We can try other things, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“N-no, I,” he sighs, sucking at his bottom lip. Looking at you apprehensively, he turns to his nightstand and pulls out the fleshlight that Heeseung had just been smacking him with some hours ago. Holding it up and shrugging at you. “I told you, I can do it.”
There’s an obvious shift in your eyes when he displays the fleshlight to you. Reminding you of how hot it was last time, maybe even the hottest sexual encounter you’ve ever experienced. “Can I do it for you?”
Sunghoon almost chokes on his saliva, coughing and sitting up. He beats at his chest to clear his lungs, holding the toy out to you and scrambling back onto his bed. Maybe it’s embarrassing how eager he is, but any sense of shame seems to evade his body. Instead he lays back against his pillows, chewing at his bottom lip. “Go ahead.”
It’s impressive how he moves faster than a trained dog at your command. Grinning as you kick off your shoes and move onto your knees to get between his legs. “You’re still hard, right Hoonie?”
“Yes, v-very.” His hips kick up to allow you to drag his pants and boxers back down. Sighing out of relief to have his dick free again. He pulls at his tank top and rolls it up under his pecs. The hint of muscles lining his stomach deepening with each deep breath he takes.
“Hoon..” you smile and say his name so pretty, making his cock twitch. “I don’t know how you get this wet.” The touch of your fingers against the lining of his balls makes him arch up. Dragging your digits through the mess of precum and drying nut that’s covered him. You let out a pleased sigh, tracing the wetness up to his tip. “Don’t even think you need lube.”
The amused look on your face doesn’t help as you continue to coat his length in the precum that won’t stop leaking out of him. Softly jerking his cock in tandem with your gentle touches to get him wet everywhere. It makes his breathing pick up, sucking on his bottom lip hard enough for it to feel bruised. He tries to still his hips, tries to control himself.
“So sensitive.” You say, sounding much too pleased.
Sunghoon really tried to hold it in, to contain himself and not confirm what a loser he is in front of your face. But another rub around his sack to smear his arousal has his cock pulsating, spilling out another load onto his stomach with a shy moan. He bites down on his tongue, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Baby..” you croon, gripping around him to milk out the last drop. “That’s so cute, you cum so much.”
Fuck. He could easily cum again listening to you speak to him like that. Expecting you to laugh in his face instead of flattering and complimenting him for having no control over himself. He whimpers, still hard and so so wet now that you’ve rubbed his length against the hot mess that's filled up his navel and abdomen.
“Couldn’t hold it in.” He whimpers, he fucking whimpers. And he can’t wrap his head around anything anymore, not the shame that's melted down his sanity, not the painful way his cock twitches when he can feel your fingers gingerly circle around him. He turns into his pillow and lets out a deep whiny groan. Lifting his hips up for you to push his pants down even lower leaving him exposed from the knees up.
“You’re still hard, baby. It’s okay.”
Sunghoon thinks his head will spiral and fly off of his body if you call him baby one more time. Maybe he understands that Britney Spears song Jay’s always playing on guitar now, some shit about hit me baby one more time.
He struggles to breathe, knowing that if he looks at your pretty hands wrapped around his dick he’ll probably prematurely cum yet again. He tries to think about anything else other than how squishy and soft your chest looks in that dress. How soft your palms are compared to his. How you keep saying such nice fucking his words about his cock and how wet he gets. It’s so humiliating that it feels good, so good. He falls deeper and deeper into the cloud you’ve created beneath him, gyrating his lower half up into your hands to fuck himself inside of your tightened fists.
“Good boy, you’re doing so good, Hoonie.”
Fuckfuckfuck. You can’t talk to him like that, you can’t keep—
“So much better than last time, making me so proud.” You pant, dropping a wad of spit inside of the fleshlight. Sunghoon tosses his head back into his pillows letting out the loudest cracked moan. He has no idea what’s affecting him more, your soft tone, your lightweight gentle touches. Treating him so carefully, showing him that this means something to you with every cautious movement you make. Even the way you kept asking him and checking in with him to make sure he’s okay with this.
The thought that you could actually like him beyond sexual satisfaction erupts heat in his stomach and he cries out as you lower the fleshlight onto his cock. It’s even better this time, no lube to slicken the way down. The toy suction’s around him ferociously, rubbing the skin of his length harshly against the rubber insides as you move it down and bottom him out in less than 30 seconds.
“Fuck, you’re so big. Such a good boy staying hard for me.” You sound more ragged, breathing out in wheezes. And you firmly grip onto the fleshlight, getting onto your knees to begin pumping his stiff cock. “Hoonie, yes, keep going!”
He’s going insane, violently bucking his hips up. Thrusting into the fleshlight so deep, spilling out all of the precum that just won’t stop leaking out of him. His abdomen tightens, and one of your hands finds his thigh. Gripping onto the side of his muscular leg for leverage as you drag the toy up and down faster.
“Your fucking fat virgin cock.” You hiss between clenched teeth. Working up a sweat, cunt pouring down your inner thighs crying out with desperate need to be touched.
“Oh, f-fuck!” Sunghoon’s eyes roll back. His long neck arches up, defined Adam’s apple poking out on full display. Wads of saliva collect in the back of his throat and he gags through his moans, struggling to find the ability to breathe properly and heat washes down his flesh in shivers. Bucking up one more time against your determined thrusting, he stills and cums deep inside of the fleshlight. His body spasming on the bed, reaching for his neck to help the cough of air trapped. He sucks in a harsh breath and collapses, spinning with the ceiling above him.
“Wow.” You swallow, popping the toy off of him. Holding it over his stomach to watch dollops of white hot cum pour out onto his stomach muscles. “Hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”
Sunghoon’s chest flutters, his fucking heart flutters. He blinks and coughs, wiping at the drool that dribbles out of his mouth and flattens on the bed, searching for your gaze. “I can do it again.”
He’s crazy, crazy to keep going. Never wanting you to stop touching him even if it hurts for him to cum now. His cock throbs and stays hard laying on his stomach in a pool of his release. It’s so much, trickling down the sides of his torso to his waist. Dangerous how wet he is, could even make you lose your damn mind.
A numb nod is all you can find to respond with, picking up the fleshlight only to throw it aside and pull the rest of his pants off of his legs. Leaving him free for you to spread his thighs open further and position yourself in between.
It’s not common that you ever want to stuff your mouth full of cock, but he looked so good fucking that fleshlight. All you can think about is getting a taste. Bending forward, you pick up his heavy length and test out your curiosity with a slap against your tongue.
He’s cum so much, the taste hits your throat immediately. Picking up layers of his nut with each slap against yourself. You groan and shock Sunghoon as you draw him inside of your mouth and suck around his tip like a lollipop. He lets out one of the prettiest anguished sounds you’ve ever heard. Somewhere between a cry, a groan, an intense call of pleasure. Arching from his waist, he pushes his ass against his bed and clutches at the pillows by his head.
If he thought your mouth was warm when you kissed, he can only compare it to a hot stove now. When you stand by one for too long and your face heats up, lighting your cheeks on fire. The same thing happens to him now and he shakes his head side to side. He can hear it, how you slap his girth against your tongue and wet flesh on wet flesh claps throughout his bedroom. It hurts and feels so good, he throbs and aches. Nearly throwing himself off the bed when you not only wrap your lips around his bulbous tip, but powerfully suck around him. Gliding your tongue out under his cock and slurping up the stickiness coating him.
Nothing but the sounds of spit, arousal, your wet tongue lapping at his cock fills his head. He cries out loud when you grasp onto his waist and dig your nails in to hold him in place. Sinking your mouth down onto his cock lower and lower until he can feel the tip hit the back of your throat.
“A-ahh!!” He shouts, forced to stay in place. Leaving slices of your sharp nails dug into his alabaster skin, cutting pink and red marks along the sides of his stomach. His hips take control even so, ramming them upward until you’re gagging around him and you pull back. Spit violently lurches out, pouring down onto the soaked area between his hips.
“P-please, I’m gonna cum a-again!” He begs, just like he said he would. Begs so pretty, blinking his dark clumpy eyelashes at you. Fighting the burn behind his eyes.
“Are you ready?” You ask, smearing the spit on your chin.
Sunghoon feels it again. The area between his eyebrows stretches, his head expands with air, his ears go numb. He watches you sit up and strip your clothing off. Cock throbbing against his hip bone at the unsnapping of your bra. He has to squeeze his eyes shut, shaking his head. He’ll cum too fast, he’ll disappoint you, he’ll ruin everything.
“Hoonie?”
The same soft tone you’ve used all night shakes him out of his thoughts. Blinking open to you waiting for him with the sweetest smile. Your breasts sit perfectly, waist calling to his hands. He takes a minute just to admire you, to convince himself that this isn’t a dream. It’s too good to be a dream.
“I’m scared.” He says in his head, feeling his lips move.
“It’s okay, we’ll go slow.” You reassure, rubbing up his thighs. “At your pace.”
This is it, his first time. The first time he’ll ever have sex, and it’s nowhere near anything he’s ever imagined. It’s terrifying, making him feel hyper aware of everything. The sheer look of terror on his face must be obvious because you lay down beside him and kiss him.
Your lips that were just wrapped around him, still so soft. Still filling his gut with heat as he presses in and deepens the kiss by grabbing onto the back of your head. Shifting his hips to one side to throw his leg over yours. He can’t believe how good it feels to kiss you, weighing the thought that this is enough. He could keep kissing you all night, sex isn’t necessary.
But as he pulls away, he looks into your eyes and knows that it's not necessary, but he wants to do this. He wants to do this with you.
“Ready.” He nods, and turns to straddle your hips. Testing out the new position, he places his hands on your shoulders and slowly drags them down. Fingertips run down your collar to the swell of your breasts, your pert nipples, your velvety skin. He takes a deep breath and grabs onto your waist softer than you had grabbed his, evident by the marks blossoming on his skin. Settling his knees between your thighs, he stares between your bodies.
“Tell me everything.” You whisper, reaching for his chest. “Don’t be scared.”
“Can I—“
“Yes.”
Languidly lifting his eyes to find yours, he wraps around his girth. Biting down on his sore bottom lip as he begins to direct his length between your folds, met with a wet gush of arousal kissing around his size. Sunghoon knows sex can hurt for a girl when she’s a virgin, but he never knew it would be him hurting the first time.
The tip of his cock prods around between your folds, lowering to your entrance. He shakes above you, gaze locked on yours, and he’s finally met with your wet cunt trying to suck around his tip. Fluttering his eyes to keep them open, he begins to push in.
“Nnngh..” you moan, breaking eye contact to watch him enter you. The wetness between your bodies glides his cockhead in with ease, clamping down on his thick size regardless. You reach for his stomach, digging your fingers into his sore sides.
Sunghoon hisses, eyebrows furrowing together, and he whimpers again. The suction around his size is not only tighter than the fleshlight, but hotter, and so fucking wet. He can’t handle the immediate pleasure that shoots up his spine. Arching forward inadvertently shoving himself inside of you a few inches deeper. He cries out again, more broken and throaty. “H-hurts.”
“Slow, Hoonie. You’re doing good.” You moan, digging your thumbs into his stomach muscles. “You’re so big baby, you feel so good.”
“I do?” He asks, sounding genuinely shocked. Wide eyes staring at the rest of his length as he struggles to thrust forward. The skin of your cunt snapping around him hurts and drives him crazy. Becoming addicted to how the tight pain grips the veins lining his length, sucking around him. “Y-youre really—wet.” He whines, rolling his hips forward experimentally.
A couple of inches remain outside, and Sunghoon arches forward groaning. “It’s too m-much.” He says breathlessly. His hearts races, pounding through his chest and roaring in his ears. If this is really sex, then he knows nothing else will ever compare. Nothing will come close to how real you feel, how your pussy pulsates and squeezes around him. The scent of your arousal hitting his nose, the moany gasps you keep letting out. The small moans of his name, baby, your nails scratching down his sides.
That’s all too much, and it feels so good. He’s driving the rest of his cock inside of you. He’s screaming through his teeth. “Hoonie, ahh, you’re so deep.”
“Unnghh..” he wants to agree. Wants to tell you how fucking amazing it feels to be this deep inside of you. It feels unreal, like he’s never been human, never been real. Only this has ever felt real, your body trembling beneath him. The fast rising of your chest, his wet cock sliding back out to the tip.
Blazing heat pours down his face, wrinkling his nose and mouth together. He thrusts back in savoring the way each inch gets sucked inside. This has to be the heaven they’re always preaching about in church. The hell you have to go through to reach a place too good to be true. This is it.
“Feels—“ he says shakily, voice cracking. “F-feels ahhh!—“
Dropping his hips down faster, he becomes absorbed. Jaw hung open, completely dissolving into the pleasure that’s taken over his body. He builds up a faster rhythm, squeezing around your waist and sinking down lower. “O-oh my God,” he groans against your lips. Dropping his face into the crook of your neck. His back muscles strain and he digs his knees into the bed. Throwing his hips into action the closer his orgasm builds. “F-fuck!”
An extra wet squeeze around his cock stills him. Stuttering in place as you let out a quivery moan and your cunt painfully suctions around him. Breaking a sobbed groan from his throat as he drives his hips forward through your orgasms and his lower half loses balance, sloppily thrusting in a few more times with your slick orgasm splatting out.
“Oh—my fucking God!” He howls out, breaking off into a mewled whimper. Pouring out more cum than he has all night, he can’t contain it. The creamy wetness trickles out past his width, spilling onto his bed and down between your buttcheeks. The two of you groan in unison, falling limp together as he continues to jerk for a minute and his cock finally softens. Stretching you full with his release.
“Hoon..” you murmur, letting out a long-winded breath with his weight crushed against your chest. “Baby.”
Slowly nodding, he presses a light kiss to your sweaty neck and turns to the side. Leaving the space between your thighs gaping, pouring the rest of his cum out onto your thighs. It takes minutes or who knows how long for the two of you to catch your breath, silently processing everything that just happened. You let out a weak laugh and reach for his hand.
“I don’t know what we’re gonna do.” You mumble by his side, throat dried up after all your moaning and screaming.
“Huh?” Sunghoon asks lazily, already feeling himself fall asleep. Not that he should with all of this dry cum on his stomach and between his ass cheeks..
“I think we have to tell your sister.”
“What?!” He sits up, more grossed out now by how crunchy the skin on his abdomen feels. “Why?!”
Blinking up at him, you raise an eyebrow. Eyes half-lidded, nodding at your hand in his and squeezing around his fingers.
Looking back and forth from your intertwined hands to your face, he tilts his head in question. “Hoon, come on.. we have to do this again. Obviously.” You smile shyly, lifting his hand to your lips.
“Really?!”
“Ugh.”
“Sorry.” He sighs, laying back down with a smile. He stares at you wide-eyed in disbelief even still after losing his virginity to you. “I’m new to this.”
“I know, it’s cute.”
He blushes, hiding his face in your shoulder. “I’ll tell her it was all my fault.”
“We’ll figure it out.” You yawn, glancing at the time. “We can still sneak in a shower before the parties over. You wanna?”
“Together?”
“Sunghoon.”
“Okay, sorry sorry.” Lighting up with a huge smile, he sits up and waits for you to move. Eyeing him up and down, you smile too. Swiping your hand down from his shoulder to his chest.
genre. stuck under a bed AU(bc why not), very fictional very silly, crack, gamer Heeseung, pw-barely any-p, M/F, one shot
warnings. profanity, unrealistic scenario, size queen y/n, slightly dubious, friends who f***, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 7000
now playing. like a virgin//madonna
smut warnings. teasing, degradation, rimming, spanking, thigh fucking, unprotected rough sex, painful sex but y/n can take it💪
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These mangas get more and more ridiculous, not that you really care.
As dumb as these scenarios can get, you can’t deny the smile they put on your face, or how tight your thighs squeeze together as you continue to read.
“Aw come the fuck on!” Heeseung slaps down on his desk, long occupied in a heated game and clearly much too engulfed to pay you much attention.
Why’d he even invite you over? He’s been gaming for hours now, and sure, maybe you mostly invited yourself but he didn’t have to agree if he had no genuine interest in hanging out.
“Ugh, so annoying..” huffing loudly, you turn to the side, burying against his bed into a cozier position. It’s always like this as of late, despite the effort you put into dressing up in your cutest and most revealing outfits. Heeseung hardly even replies when you text him anymore, never compliments the new clothes you wear, hasn’t even acknowledged once how you’ve been wearing his favorite color more often.
It’s not necessarily his fault that you decided to catch feelings. The sudden realization smacked you across the face out of nowhere one day while you tussled and fought over the last sour punch strip with your best friend, landing on his back beneath you, smiling and laughing while you struggled to push his shoulders down to keep him held in place.
‘You never let me have anything!’ You shrieked, inadvertently sitting your center down on his stomach and groin.
‘Why should I let you have anything?!’ Heeseung laughed, gripping onto your hips, jostling you up as he worked to escape. The shift slid your core back, biting down on your tongue when you felt it, not even hard; limp and girthy lodged between your thighs.
‘You want it?’ He grinned cockily, red sour punch hanging from between his lips, eyebrow arched suggestively. ‘Come get it!’
Come get it.
He really got in your head from that moment on. Some may say you are the ridiculous one for always comparing your hookups and striving to find someone bigger. It shouldn’t be something you obsess over this much, but everyone told you for years that your first time should be special, because it will never feel that way again.
While you knew all the warnings and concerns after years of lectures from your parents and your friends sharing their experiences with you, nothing could have prepared you for your first time.
Sunghoon had been more nervous than you, mumbling and stuttering about how he’s not technically a virgin, but he’s never been able to go through with the full act.
‘Why not?’ You asked, continuing to flirt with him and rile up his nerves even more, kissing and sucking along his throat.
‘I think—‘ he laughed breathily, bushy eyebrows pinched together as he struggled to remain in control of himself. ‘I’m like, too big.’
‘What???’ You remember pulling away stunned, quickly scoffing and shoving at him. ‘Don’t be annoying, if you’re worried about not doing good it’s okay. I have no one to compare you to anyway.’
‘I’m being serious!’ Sunghoon’s fair cheeks grew dark with a pink flush, the blush spiking to his ears, even visible in the dark backseat of his car. ‘I feel so bad too, but they always ask me to pull out before I can finish and—I don’t want to hurt you..’
I don’t want to hurt you.
The memory alone always makes your tummy warm, not because it was sentimental by any means, but because it did hurt. Fuck, it hurt like hell.
It hurt so bad that Sunghoon begged to stop when you refused and wrapped your legs around him tighter, screaming between your teeth as you kicked at the backs of his thighs and dug your nails into his shoulders insisting he keep fucking you.
Yeah it hurt, left you sore for days, had you limping from class to class the next day, but it hurt so damn good.
Your first time wasn’t special because you shared this amazing once in a lifetime special moment with him, it wasn’t special because he was the first love of your life, it wasn’t special for any of the bullshit reasons you hear other girls spew on about. Your first time triggered something in you that you didn’t even know existed, biting at your nails as you sat before your computer screen in the middle of the night searching through various adult videos that ranged from first time taking a big cock to descriptive inches.
Sunghoon had to be at least 7-8 inches hard if you compare to these 9-10-even bigger dicks before you, giggling manically to yourself as you wondered how much you can take.
Park Sunghoon was no small feat for your first time, rounds of gasps passed around you when you mentioned it casually over lunch a few days later. Many of your friends saying you’re a liar, and there’s no way you took that monster your very first time.
‘What? Like it’s hard?’ You said with a smug grin, chin perched on your palm, scanning over the football field.
‘What about Jay? He’s big too, right?’
An appalled round of gasps and disgusted sounds emitted from the group around you, one of your friends exclaiming that you must be clinically insane.
‘It doesn’t even feel good when it’s that big.’
Weak, they’re all just weak.
But you, you’re different, because while the ache and pain had others running away with their tail tucked between their legs out of fear, you only craved for more.
That’s how you ended up in Jay’s bed later that week, eyes rolled up as you mentally marked every inch passing inside of you, every bit of his girth stretching you open.
It was good, it was great, but even so you needed more. The quest for monsterous cock had taken you to places you wouldn’t even enter with a gun- like the nastiest frat house that Jake belonged to.
Granted, he didn’t make it easy for you by any means, but he was still thicker and longer than your previous conquests, who cares if he insisted on fucking you on the pool table where anyone could watch.
They’d all been great, making your chest tighten from each stored memory, but little did you know your own best friend had more to offer than any of them.
‘I’m shocked you’ve never gone after Hee, I know that’s your best friend and all, but he’s so your type.’
‘Heeseung doesn’t fuck, he’s too busy gaming.’
‘Oh, Heeseung absolutely fucks. He’s not a guy I’d want to toy around with either, heard he has an actual third leg to walk on.’
‘You’re full of it.’
You had no trouble brushing that conversation aside, until the day you felt it.
Heeseung managed to throw you down onto your back, biting into the sour punch with a huge accomplished grin, the girth lodged between your thighs beating softly, as if each pulse running through his body had a rush of endorphins passing through. Letting out a tired grunt, he slapped the side of your thigh, tsking and calling you pathetic for giving up that easily.
He didn’t acknowledge the lost look behind your gaze, or even take note of how much longer you laid there on the floor in a daze, brain expanding as every rumor and locker room conversation about your best friend’s cock reemerged, rushing toward you like a ton of arrows shot from Cupid himself.
With your knees locked together, you excused yourself to use the bathroom, pacing back and forth in disbelief.
There’s no way he’s bigger than Sunghoon, or Jay, and definitely not bigger than Jake.
Curiosity itched its way throughout your body, returning to your best friend's bedroom just to admire him as if you’d discovered a rare mythical creature.
This whole fucking time, right under your nose, the fattest cock in town? What are the chances.
That only annoyed you further each time you attempted to come onto him hard, brushed aside playfully. He’s never been one to flirt back with you, not even as a joke, but now as you laid on his bed more frustrated than ever, you start to wonder why.
Why the fuck won’t he fuck me!
Letting out a big dramatic sigh, you flop onto your back, rolling your eyes when he continues to scream and shout about whatever stupid game he’s playing.
“Heeeeeeee,” the whiniest tone emits, setting your phone down to twist at your waist, ass perched out knowing your skirts shoved up high enough to unveil your panties. “I’m boredddddd.”
Continuing to yell and shout obscenities, he waves you off, not even bothering to spare you a glance. “There’s no way that stupid game is more important than me!”
“I’m almost done! You’re breaking my focus!” He snaps, the side of face twitching from grinding his teeth together. “Shut up will you?”
Ugh.
Asshole.
Seriously, why did you even bother with this guy.
It’s not as if you have a silent competition going on with yourself that you can take bigger, that you can take more. It’s not as if you daydream about chasing that first time feeling one more time, greedily craving the way your body lit up in flames when your first orgasm from a real cock hit. Desperately trying to recreate it over and over again until you found yourself weeping pathetically, cursing every dildo and bad porn that couldn’t ever match up.
Why would Heeseung be able to help you anyway? So what if his dick is huge? Maybe it’s time to start crashing parties at the next college over, there’s too many dicks in the sea for you to keep swimming around this one, or whatever that saying is your mom would always repeat whenever one of your crushes showed up with a new girlfriend.
Plenty of fish in the sea darling.
Close enough.
Fuck this. Besides, what are you thinking? Heeseung of all people? Your perfect best friend who excels at everything? So oblivious to how attractive he is that you imagine punching the daylights out of him sometimes? Why would you willingly put yourself through the possible heartache that hooking up with your bestie could lead to?
Grabbing your phone, you turn back to face away from him, skirt completely pushed up to your waist; stealing one last look over your shoulder at where he sits hunched over the computer table with a focused look.
Looking that good and hiding a monsterous cock inside of your sweats should be fucking illegal. That’s why you’d ruin your friendship, because if Heeseung really wanted to, you’d never deny him a thing.
If only you could get stuck under something like the female lead in this silly manga, acting so helpless and sad that she can’t wiggle her way out from under this couch. You have to giggle, wondering how you even ended up on this page, immediately engulfed by the story of two men discovering their step-sister trapped beneath the living room couch.
The two of them had no true intention of helping her, only sharing amused smiles behind her back, petting her butt and taunting her for being dumb enough to land herself in such a predicament. You had to giggle, kicking your feet the more you read on and the more absurd all of the situation became.
“Now why are her shorts coming off?” You snort, phone flopping from your hand as a loud clap of skin on skin erupts and a stinging pain shoots up from your ass. “Ah!”
“What the hell are you reading? Perv.” Heeseung asks in an amused tone, jumping onto the bed to reach for your phone.
“Hee, what the fuck! No!” In a panic you scramble to sit up, ass shoved back to push him aside and block his chance to get around you. The position could only be something straight out of hentai, bent over with your skirt shoved up over your hips, jutting back to keep him away from your phone. “Stop it asshole!”
A loud boisterous laugh surrounds you, grabbing your phone right as his chest presses to your back and rumbles against you, hand laid over yours. “Is that what gets you off? Fucking animated porn?”
“Oh, because you act like I haven’t seen your collection of big milker hentai dvds that you think you’re doing an amazing job of hiding behind your games!” You retort, failing to elbow him while trying to keep your phone out of his grip.
“You could just let me know that you want to borrow them instead of snooping.” He snickers, fully bending over your back to grab your wrists with both of his hands. “Come on, don’t be such a baby. Let me see what has you desperate enough to be reading porn on my bed.”
“I was bored!!” You whine much too loud, growing embarrassed the more you struggle under his weight and watch as your fingers slowly slip down the screen. “Come on! Stop!”
Heeseung’s always been such an annoying shit when it comes to joking around. He has to have the last laugh, he has to be triumphant, just like he had to eat the last sour punch. The long rod pressed against your ass jumps forward right as he snatches your phone, shouting out a successful ‘ah-hah!’
“Heeseung!” You shout petulantly, twisting under his hips to lunge at his chest, tackle him down onto his back. “You know I don’t like it when you touch my phone!”
He pauses to blink up at you, wide glossy eyes batting slowly, shoving his lips into a pout. “Why? Worried I’ll judge you for flirting with one of those gross frat boys again? Who is it this time?” He hums, swiping the phone screen to open your text messages. “Hopefully not Jake after that shit you let him pull last time.”
“Ugh!” More annoyed at the mention of your last escapade, you growl and move to steal back your phone, inadvertently slapping it away from him onto the bed. “Quit fucking around!”
Jumping off of him, you move to crawl quickly for the device, halted once again by your friend's figure laying on top of you. Two sets of hands slap together, both of you swatting for the phone until it reaches the ledge of his bed and hangs over halfway. “I don’t have a screen protector!”
Right on queue, your phone tumbles off the bed and skids out of sight, turning you both silent and wide eyed as you watch it slide under the bed. “Great!” You scoff, rutting back to get him off of you. “If my phone is broken, you’re paying for it! Jerk!”
Heeseung sighs, mumbling about how dramatic you are as he follows you off the bed and watches you fall to your knees without bothering much to fix your skirt. It’s nothing shocking to see you dressed scantily clad these days, it seems each time you come over as of late you have less and less clothes on than the last time.
“The least you can do is help me get my phone!”
He chuckles, nodding and squatting down behind you, setting a palm on your lower back. “Don’t think I’m not onto you.”
“What??”
“I saw what you were reading, had a minute to get the idea.” He snickers, pushing against your back. “This must be a turn on for you.”
“What?!” You shriek, banging your head under the bed. “Ah shit!”
Heeseung laughs louder, patting your exposed butt. “Quit fucking around, I gotta log back on for a game soon.”
“I’m not fucking around, jerk.” You groan, reaching for your phone, fingertips a few inches too short to touch it. “It’s too far! Why is your damn bed so huge.”
“Because,” he says, adjusting himself closer behind you, hips flush against your bottom. “I’m huge.”
He didn’t mean it that way. There’s no way he could have meant it that way.
Unless he did.
Taking a long gulp, you huff and try to inch forward. Unable to lift your chest off the floor much between the small space. A loud ripping tear stops your struggle, pausing with wide eyes. “No no no! I love this shirt!”
“What’s taking so long?” Heeseung says annoyed, smacking your hip again. “What did I tell you?”
“Shut up! My shirt just ripped!” Flailing your legs, you fail to kick at him, only further cutting into the fabric of your top. “God damnit!”
The laugh he lets out rings out much more irritated, shaking his head as he grips onto your hips. “Alright alright, you’ve had your fun. Don’t make me kick you out of my room though, hurry up and get out from under there.”
“God Hee, I can’t!” The sudden realization hits you, shimmying back only for your top to constrict around your neck and shoulders. The ripped garment leaves you in an awkward position with your arms stretched forward, neck trapped in a breath stealing chokehold. “I.. I think I’m stuck!”
Heeseung lets out a howling laugh this time, followed by a round of tongue clicks, clapping down on your hips with heavy palms. “You’re really getting on my nerves today. What are you scheming here? Trying to recreate your cartoon porn??”
“I’m being serious! My shirts caught up in the box springs!! Hee, come on, help me! It’s hot under here.” Starting to pant, you sway to press your bottom further against his crotch. Blinking around under the area, noting that it’s at least not a mess, shockingly. Other than your phone and a few old shoe boxes, not much took up the space.
Heeseung hums, thinking about the smile on your face as he watched you scroll and read about step-siblings seducing each other. What a funny situation to land yourself in now, trapped under his bed, claiming to be stuck just like the girl with tiny shorts on had.
He tries to not judge your behavior, even after all those asshole frat guys spread around videos of that Jake guy fingering you on a pool table. You were fast to change the subject when he’d mentioned it once anyway.
You always steered the conversation away from your sexual endeavors, only catching on over time whenever he’d notice a new dick pic on your phone while snooping over your shoulder. Jay seemed to love sending shots of his cock next to something for reference, a can of shaving cream, a ruler to prove his size, and his flexed veiny forearm. What a douche.
Being your best friend, he never wanted to invade your privacy beyond what you willingly choose to share with him. So if you didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t either. Even if it annoyed him to no end whenever he’d spot you in the hallways flirting with some new guy, even when his other friends asked him if it's true.
‘If what’s true?’
‘There’s been talk going around, she’s a real slut that one.’
‘Yeah a cock slut.’ Another voice spoke up, belonging to Park Sunghoon. ‘Take it from me, I had to the honor of turning her out for the first time. The way that girl takes dick can only be described as pornographic.’
A real cock slut. That’s the type of reputation you’ve earned for yourself around campus from what Heeseung gathered.
Now with his clothed length twitching against the seam of your ass, he has to shake his head. Unbelievable is what you are, landing yourself on all fours, conveniently stuck under his bed like some type of perverse mastermind.
“You’re stuck, huh?” He asks, sucking a deep breath between his teeth. What a shame if you truly are stuck, because all he really has to do is lift the bed up, give you space to free yourself. But watching you squirm beneath his large bed tickles a new part of him, one that has always secretly fantasized of all the various vile ways he’d ruin you. Turn you into a real cock loving whore, not whatever bullshit the different guys you’ve fucked think they’ve done.
“Y-yes,” you say full of exasperation, already sounding choked up. “Why—why aren’t you helping me?!”
“Because.” Heeseung hums, looping his fingers beneath the straps of your panties resting along your hips. “That’s not what you want, now is it?”
“Hee, what’re you—ah!”
The thin strings of your underwear snap, stinging much like the slaps landing down on your ass that follow. “I can’t get you out of there so easily, you’re really stuck.” He coo’s, palms sliding from your lower back to your upper thigh.
“No—no, you have to figure out a way!”
“Hmm,” he agrees silently, cupping under your buttcheeks to squeeze. “Valid point. Tell me something, how do they get her out from under that couch in your little cartoon porn?”
“I—I don’t know! I didn’t get to the end!”
“You read those stories enough.” Heeseung’s thumbs swipe between the dip in your ass, gliding over the thin damp cloth covering your core. “How do you think they would resolve that issue? Give me some ideas here to help you out of there, tell me how they get their baby step-sister free?”
Fuck. He read way more than you realized.
It’s more embarrassing to know he was reading along with you over your shoulder than the awkward predicament you’ve found yourself in. The level of comfort that's developed between the two of you over years has made scenarios that would be embarrassing around anyone else seem like nothing with Heeseung.
“It’s not cartoon porn!” You screech, feeling it necessary to add, sighing as you adjust to relieve your shoulders for a minute. “Pleaseee just help me! This is all your fault!”
“My fault?” He chuckles, tongue clicking. “Well if that’s how you want to play, then I really have no reason to help you. This is my fault huh?”
“Don’t be a dick Hee, come onnnn, I’m begging here!”
“What do I get out of this? You know I need an incentive.”
There’s no way he’s pulling this shit right now. Heeseung’s not a guy I’d toy around with. Those words ring throughout your head, shaking them away as a lightbulb switches on and you take a deep breath.
“An incentive? You want a prize?” You ask coyly, lifting your hips to rock against him. The bulge pressed to your ass feels firmer, warmer, indicating he has to be feeling some type of arousal by now.
“What type of victory can you provide me in this position?” He drawls out, distracted by the ripple that passes up your ass with each bounce back against him. “I can think of a few.”
Gripping the fleshy meat lining your hips for a minute, he digs in until crescent moon nail indentations appear. “I want something no one’s ever had.” Biting down on his lower lip, he trails back between your buttcheeks, thumb dipping into the space covering your rim.
The shocked gasp you let out has his chest vibrating with a low quiet laugh, prodding your panties deeper against your tight clenched hole.
“Y-you can’t just level up that easily!—you h-have to get through the other obstacles f-first.” You stammer, belly tightening up at the thought. If Heeseung is truly the thick long monster you’ve been having wet dreams over- there’s absolutely no way you can take him up the ass like this.
“Touché.” He says amused, tugging your underwear up higher to wedge between your buttcheeks, sucking at the saliva around his tongue loudly. “What’s the highest score so far?”
The highest score. It takes a minute to register what he’s implying, half lost in your arousal and half annoyed that he hasn’t tried to fuck you yet. Jake. Jake’s the highest, right?
“That fuck boy frathead…” you mutter, wiggling when you feel him tug on your panties roughly, chaffing the material against your clit. “9 and a hal—I mean, a score of 9 point 5.”
Heeseung’s breathing grows heavy, drawing your panties further up until they squeeze between your cunt. Taking in a shallow gust of air as he notes how wet you are already, soaking right through the seat of your underwear from teasing alone. “Not even a 10? What a shame.”
“Can you beat that?” You ask snarkily, spreading your knees apart further to arch your back in deeper. “Or are you really all talk?”
The stretch he has your underwear in turns menacing, ripping through the seams as he draws them higher up and watches your folds swell up around the material. “Easily, that’s nothing compared to me.”
A flutter of excitement passes up your limbs, because even if Heeseung’s all talk- boy does he know how to talk. Stupid gamer nerd, turning you on by just sitting at his computer chair shouting at a screen, talking shit through a headset.
“Trust me,” the warmth pressed to the backs of your thighs disappears, replaced by cool air and a quick tug pulling your panties down to your knees. “I’ve already won.”
Breath blows across your rim, drawing your spine into a deeper bow as you scramble to scratch at the floor and let out a low moan. “Sounds like a bunch of talk to me.”
A strike lands across your ass, roughly landing a succession of slaps that resound throughout the room, jerking your back up to bang against the bed. “Ah! That hurts!”
“You like it when it hurts.” He leers, groping your buttcheeks until the fat seeps between his digits. “That’s what everyone says about you, you have to know that.”
Everyone says about me? Rolling your eyes, you open your mouth to tell him off, losing your balance at the first swipe of tongue circling your hole. “Oh fuck.”
“You’re real fucking wet right now,” he mumbles, voice vibrating against your rim. Suctioning his lips as he kisses at the wrinkled muscle, tongue flicking out between words. “Is that all for me? You’ve heard about me too then, right?”
It’s not often anyone spends this amount of time eating your ass, a few apprehensive licks, a couple curious touches and thumbs pressing just to see if your hole will give. No ones ever bold enough to actually bury their tongue in like this, the new feeling has your thighs shaking, gritting your teeth to not clench up. Heeseung’s mouth deserves as much of a reputation as his dick gets, pushing deep into your asshole without a care in the world. He’s so so so fucking deep, huffing against your neglected cunt, nose pressed against your ass.
Gurgled moans slip free, resting your head on the floor to feel some relief against your cheek emitting from the cool hardwood. It’s almost more enjoyable than having your pussy ate, if not for how ridiculously horny you feel right now. Biting down on your lip to stop the cries and whimpers from getting louder.
“I always knew we’d end up like this.” Heeseung says, vocals sounding wet and breathy, plastering kisses up and down, teasingly lapping across your rim. “Somehow I always knew you’d get on your knees for me like nothing but a fucking cock slut.”
If you weren’t literally stuck in place you’d find the will to fight back, tussle around and make him pay for speaking to you this way, but in this vulnerable position, you really could care less. He can’t see you nodding your head, or the groveling face you make while sputtering out nonsense and repeated yesyesyes. Something about your best friend talking to you like nothing but a hole to fuck and use, nothing but a source to get him off, really sends strong jolts of pleasure up your spine. “Hee, please—I wanna be your—your slut.”
“Yeah?” He slaps your ass harder, rushing blood up to the surface, tingling stings down to your thighs. “After this, you will be. Nothing but my slut. Mine to fuck and breed whenever I damn please.”
“Fuck, you’re really—“ the demeaning remark you’re ready the lash back with rolls off your tongue, dropping your head flat to the floor as he wiggles through your butt and adds a finger, stretching your hole more than you’ve ever experienced before.
“I know you real good, you know.” He spits, dropping a wad of saliva down on your wrinkled muscle. Shoving it in knuckle deep to make the glide easier. “I know what you want, don’t think I haven’t noticed how desperate you’ve been acting.”
Heeseung holds your ass apart, running his face up and down shamelessly, tongue hung out like a thirsty dog laving up the residue of his spit left behind. “But this isn’t what you want.” He acknowledges, grabbing onto your hips firmly to set you higher on your knees. Leaving your pussy fully exposed, dripping rivets of arousal down your inner thighs. “This.”
Sitting back up straight on his knees, he presses to your core, clothed hard cock prominent enough to feel through the material of his sweats. “This is what you want.”
“Yeah, that’s,” you breathe out shallowly, pleading wantonly. “That’s what I want.”
He won’t say it, not yet, but it’s what he wants too. Never wanting to be the first to change the dynamic of your relationship, he held himself back, stayed out of your business, kept his opinions to himself. None of those guys would ever be good enough for you in his eyes, because truthfully whenever he tried to imagine a perfect boyfriend for you, he’d always end up envisioning himself. Who better than him, he knows you better than anyone, knows your likes and dislikes, and knows that you’ve always had an obsession with pushing your limits no matter what it may be.
“I know that’s what you want.” He says earnestly, the sound of a zipper following, met with the warmth of his shaft wedged up against your core. “You like it real big, don’t you baby?”
“Ah, Seungie.. yes, yesyes!” The mere feel of his cock gliding between your thighs has your chest caving in, eyes fluttering shut as you fully realize just how thick he really is. Thick enough to nearly push your knees open if not for his palms sliding down your thighs to encase your legs around his cock. Positioning you perfectly to squeeze and soak around his size, he starts to work a rhythm up between your thighs, thrusting in and out to the fat tip until your folds give and part around him, sandwiching him in a wet heat that has his lower back pinching.
“Fuck!” He growls out from behind you, sounding muffled under his bed where you struggle to catch your breath, feeling closed in. Each moan and grunt he lets slip free drives you closer to the ledge, head hung between your shoulders lazily. Remembering all the times you’ve gotten excited watching him scream and shout while gaming, silently wishing he’d yell at you next.
“Hee, please please, get me out of here. I’m going crazy!” You couldn’t sound more pitiful, strained and watery as you beg. Thighs trembling with each clap slapping against your lower half. He’s relentless, fucking between your thighs until your clit aches, swollen and neglected of what you really want. What you really need. “Wanna see you.. wanna see your pretty face.”
“W-wanna see me?” He sounds more broken than you would have expected. Aiming messily between your clamped thighs as if he’s racing to win something, fixated on the way your ass bounces back against him with each unforgiving collision of his pelvis ramming against you. “Make me c-cum first, and I’ll get you o-out.”
“Fuck oh my god,” you whimper, doing your best to keep your knees locked together. The brink of your release approaches faster with each filthy moan he lets out, shutting your eyes as you picture his face. Head thrown back lost in pure bliss, long neck arched and coated with a thick sheen of sweat, pink lips parted wet with saliva. You needed to see him, watch his face crumple when he first enters you, savor each sound that pours from his lips. “Cum for me, p-please cum on my ass!”
A deep raspy groan cascades down your body, falling limp as he thrusts faster and jackhammers against you. Determined to do exactly that, rushing to reach his orgasm and spill all over your juicy ass. “Yeah? Want my cum marked all over you, claim you like my god damn slut.”
“Yes p-please! Make me your slut, wanna be your slut!” You cry out, eyes rolling up from the friction rocked back and forth across your clit. “N-need your big cock, need it!”
Heeseung shouts, smacking your ass roughly and gripping on hard enough to leave marks of his fingers behind for days. Pulling out he slaps down on your ass, thick wet cock landing heavily on top of your rim. White strings shoot from the tip, painting your lower back and between you butt as he eases back and groans. Stomach twitching hard from breathing heavily, watching with his mouth hung open as thick pools of cum run from your asshole to your entrance, bubbling around the wet slick there.
“Seungie pleaseeeee get me out!”
He smirks, nodding even though you can’t see, cooing and patting your ass. “I almost want to leave you like this, can use you whenever I wanna get off.”
The idea is tempting, but you just beg too cutely. Sitting up on his knees he moves to pick up the bed frame, watching your upper half lift from where your shirt stays attached to his bed.
“My shirt!” You squeak, kicking your feet.
“Fuck the shirt, come on, get out from under there!” Heeseung demands, arms starting to shake the longer you try to salvage the ripped garment.
“Ugh, I loved that shirt.” You complain, removing yourself and backing away with a pout. Arms crossed over your chest because of course you went braless today, as you do most days when you plan to see your best friend.
“Fuck the shirt.” He repeats, dropping the bed with a loud thud. Moving forward to cup your cheeks and look over the tear stains tracking your cheeks. “Already crying, you really think you can take it?”
“Of course I can.” Confidently you push him down onto the floor, forcing his arms up to get his shirt off and shove your skirt aside. “You seriously think you’re that big?”
“I know I am.” He says with a grin, moving his arms behind his head to watch you straddle his hips.
There’s apprehension running across your face as you pick up his length from the center, lips nervously pulled back tight.
He’s big, arguably the biggest. If you had time to measure, you’d bet money he’s over 10 inches..
“Scared?” He speaks up, breaking your concentration. Quickly you shake your head and lift your hips to line the tip to your entrance.
“I’ve taken bigger.” Sure, you’re lying, but why would he know that. Maybe the hiss you let out when he first breaches your hole gives you away, more wet than ever it shouldn’t hurt this much. Each inch feels like it’s stretching you to your limits, having to pause and take deep breaths the more you struggle to lower yourself. Shivering, teeth chattering by the time you manage to get past halfway.
He grunts under you, reaching to cup your hips. “Come on.” He encourages with a pinch, gently patting the skin after. “You can do it.”
It shouldn’t make your heart flutter, essentially being told you can take cock, but it does. Another deep breath has you going further down, letting out a loud gasped moan when you finally reach the hilt. Tummy sucked in, arms shaking as you reach for his chest to brace yourself and roll your hips experimentally.
Heeseung gets tired of watching you rock against him slowly, can’t take it anymore when he sees the space between your hips bulging out with each swivel you give. Reaching for your waist, he scoops you up and falls over to the side, turning your bodies without drawing free from your cunt. “That’s not how you take cock.”
Lifting one of your legs up, he changes the angle, leaving the back of your knee perched on his shoulder as he draws free and reaches for your hair to fist a wad at the crown. “Think you can take cock like a real slut?”
The new position has your back arching up, head shaking as you watch him pull out inch by inch until only the very end of his cock remains inside. The long girth throbs, visibly pulsating with a coat of your arousal painted all the way up to his lower stomach. “W-what?” You mutter, unable to even shake your head out of confusion with the firm grip he has on you to make you watch.
“Train you to take nothing but my dick from now on, no one else will ever be good enough for you now.” He means every word, slowly sinking in until half of his length disappears. Kissing the backs of his teeth, he watches your mouth fall open, drool trickle out from the corners. Eyes wide in disbelief as you watch your cunt get stretched out to take the width and length bigger than any you’ve had before.
“S’too—too much!” You stammer out, making a mess of spit roll down your chin. “C-can’t, please!”
“You can.” Heeseung’s breaths come out short, eyebrows furrowed like this is hurting him too, because it is. It’s taking everything in him to not fuck into you fast and hard the way his thoughts are screaming at him to. “Look at how good you’re opening up for me.”
The arm outstretched gripping onto your hair shakes to make sure you’re watching each inch sink in, simultaneously letting out moaned sighs of relief when he reaches balls deep.
“S-so full, fuck I’m full.” You say incoherently, tongue too heavy in your mouth to properly speak anymore.
Heeseung attests how full you actually are, sliding his free hand down your stomach to feel the hint of bulge there, thrusting up against his touch and groaning at the way you convulse around him when he does. “Full of me baby, feels good doesn’t it? No one fucks you like this.”
He pulls out completely a few more times to make you really feel every inch, each vein, all the small ridges lining his length before hoisting your other thigh up.
“S-slow!! Hurts, you’re too big!” You manage to mumble out brokenly, biting on your lip hard enough to draw blood. He folds you up into a mating press easily, limbs limp, feet dangling in the air with each bruising slap of his hips hitting your ass. Filling your insides up enough to rearrange them if he pleased.
It’s that feeling again, that feeling you’ve been chasing after ever since the first time. That rush of pain and heat that shifts into pleasure, slicking up more around his length, earning a mumbled ‘that’s it’ as you start to moan and your eyes roll back up. You feel out of body and like you’ve lost your mind for a moment, toes curled and unable to breathe. Unable to even focus on anything other than the stretch and fullness between your thighs.
Heeseung finally lets go of your hair, cupping your jaw to take in the lost dreamy glazed look that’s taken over your gaze, licking up the trail of drool from your chin. “Such a good cock sleeve for me baby.” He says raspily, pressing kisses to your lower and upper lip. “Too good, trying to make me cum too fast.”
“Hee..” it’s the wrinkled skin between your eyebrows, the glowing flush staining your cheeks, the tears threatening to spill out with each brutal thrust. Sitting up, he lets your legs flop from his shoulders, curling around your thighs to thrust in hard a few more times without tearing his gaze away from yours.
The tip of his cock hits deep, hitting that spot inside of you better than anyone has ever managed to. Tears river down, mouth hung open in silent scream, reaching for his hands as you both still and savor the wash of pleasure pulsing around him. The wetness that can’t even break out around the fullness that’s plugging you up.
Heeseung’s pretty features contort, holding back his need to cum just to fully enjoy yours. To store every touch, scent, look, each small movement in his memory. He pulls out once you calm, stroking himself over your wrecked cunt until he’s thoroughly painted your mound and folds, dipping his finger in to push and smear the mess between.
“Fuck that was..” he sighs, falling to your side, head shaking from side to side.
“Yeah..” you think you respond, the room still spinning. Even with cum drying on you from front to back, you can’t help but feel new. Shiny and new, like none of those other guys had ever even fucked you before. Heeseung made it feel like the first time again, even better..
“What are you doing?” You ask, eyes squinted as you spot Heeseung coming around from the other side of his bed with your phone in hand.
“Getting your phone.” He says sarcastically, rolling his eyes playfully before laying back down by your side with a groan. “We should probably move to the bed.”
“Not going to kick me out?”
“Why would I kick you out, you practically live here.” He scoffs, nudging your shoulder while entering your passcode in, not even bothering to hide that he knows it by heart. “Let’s find out how your cartoon porn ends.”
“It’s not—“ huffing, you let out an annoyed sigh, turning to rest your head on his shoulder. “Whatever.”
“Huh, look at that.” He grins, tapping the screen. “They both fucked her ass.”
“At the same time?!?”
“No no, that’d be too much.. even for a cartoon.” With a cocked eyebrow, he turns to look at you inquisitively. “You know what that means.”
“Uh, no?”
He lets out a long drawn out groan, sitting up and slapping your thigh. “Means I have to fuck your ass now.”
“You’re an idiot..”
Delivering a harsher smack, he snaps his fingers, signaling for you to get up. “Get on the bed, now.”
You gawk up at him incredulously, cowering into yourself out of fear of taking his monstrous cock in another hole, let alone one that’s never been penetrated. “Maybe next time.”
“Next time?”
“Yeah.. you know, when new games come out you have to go discuss them with all your loser gaming friends online. You can’t just go in blindly and expect to be a pro..”
He hums in thought, contemplating what you’re saying for a minute. “That’s a good point.” He squats down, patting your cheek. “But I’m the ace, and I never lose anything.”
The squabble you should have had in the first place kicks in, bouncing onto your feet to get away from him as he chases you around his bedroom, mostly circling the bed.
“Hee! Come onnnn!” You pant, out of breath and exhausted, slipping on his bed while trying to take a shortcut, only to have your arms trapped behind your back.
“Are you going to let any of those morons treat you like a slut again?” He says in a serious tone, landing a burning slap on your ass.
“Ah fuck! No! I won’t!”
“You promise?” It comes out a little more desperate and pleading than intended, tugging at something on the left side of your chest. Succumbing to defeat you collapse against his bed, jerking from another slap and nodding.
“I promise.. only you.”
“Good.” Warm kisses trail up from your shoulder to your neck, nipping at your earlobe. “Friends don’t break promises.”
“And you, do you promise?” You ask shyly, eyes bouncing over the bedding gathered up in front of you.
“Yeah.” He whispers, kissing along your jaw, hips slotting into place on top of your bottom. “It’s all yours. Only for you.”
A small smile creeps onto your face, nodding softly. “So, next time?”
