“YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR THIS EXPERIMENT BECAUSE YOU ARE VISUALLY PERFECT. WE ARE TESTING LOVE AND THE CIRCUMSTANCES IT TAKES TO CREATE IT. YOU ARE NOW A DOLL. MORE WILL ENTER THE DOLLHOUSE, BUT YOU MUST BE BETTER THAN THE OTHERS. EVERY MONTH, A FEMALE DOLL WILL BE PLACED IN THE DOLLHOUSE. SHE WILL BE YOUR TICKET OUT. THIS IS A COMPETITION AND ONLY THE WINNER MAY LEAVE. IF SHE DOES NOT FALL IN LOVE WITHIN A MONTH'S TIME, SHE WILL DIE AND WE WILL BEGIN WITH A MORE PROMISING FEMALE DOLL.”
wc: 552
donghyun banks carefully took the full syringe in his withered fingers. he gently pushed the plunger a centimeter, watching as the bright purple liquid gushed from the needle's tip. with a morose expression displayed across his worn features, he turned to face the observation room above his head. the judgmental watchers could be seen through the glass panel separating them; to him, they were nothing but a sea of faces depicting disgust and annoyance. as much of a perfectionist as banks was, he was unable to resister the true curiosity and wonderment in their collective gaze. if he felt as though he'd failed at something, he only felt at ease if others were as upset as he was. with eyes locked on the audience overhead, he spoke loud and clear.
"six months ago, puppeteer industries began a project in which three men were sacrificed to a very special cause. after acquiring this trio of visually perfect individuals—or dolls—we set out to test the conditions in which love could be created and maintained. over the course of these six months, six female dolls were cycled in and out of the dollhouse in a timely fashion, yet each of them were disposed of due to their lackluster performance. unbeknownst to them, their male counterparts were tasked to woo these women—to create love in a situation of inconvenience. it is to my greatest regret that we must declare this trial run inconclusive, as none of the dolls were able to accomplish such a task."
finally, he turned to acknowledge the chair behind him. moon taeil struggled against the restraints strapped around his wrists and ankles. having overestimated his strength in a hazy, drug induced state, he quickly wore himself out attempting to break free. he wanted nothing more than so spit at his kidnapper, and yet the doll instincts that were so forcefully engraved into his conscience advised him not to break character. when that haunting pair of yellow irises met his own, all he could do was glare.
"in two months time, we will begin another trial of the dollhouse experiment, though on a much larger scale. i have decided this to be a good idea, as we have learned greatly from the mistakes made while D-3 was still active. increased number of dolls, a lengthened stay in the dollhouse, and a new series of drugs will be implemented with the hopes of breaking the next generation of dolls until they are nothing but putty in our hands, mailable and compliant. we believe that with this next trial we will be able to formalize the concept of love. our trainee scientists are out searching the country for seven suitable men right now, in hopes that we will succeed to impress you with trail run D-7. i humbly ask that you not lose faith in myself or my project; i will continue to work toward curating enough data to assist you in your love lives." finally, he turned his body to face taeil completely. he was too prideful to apologize to the man he'd spent the last six months breaking, so he merely rose the syringe and sighed. "puppeteer thanks you for your contribution to the world of science, moon taeil. your presence in the dollhouse has been greatly appreciated."
they moved us to a level 3 nicu with an open pod cuz the last one we were in was full and they put the newborn room right across the hall.. all the other babies in the pod just need to feed and grow and mine is looking at being tube fed indefinitely… and on top of that i feel like im struggling to connect with his twin brother and make memories because he should be with us but he isn’t
your mom let me know you received my last letter. she said you asked about him and didn’t know whether i would want her to say anything or not. i don’t know why you didn’t just ask me, i’m his mother and sadly you’re his father. unfortunately you have all power to walk up to his bedside and see him that way, but still you choose not to.
i don’t know if you’re scared of me or his health issues or what, but this isn’t about you. this isn’t even about me and my life has gone to shit. i’ve developed a crippling caffeine addiction just to cope with the long days at the hospital. i don’t sleep much anymore and when i do it’s not pleasant. i woke up five times last night convinced my teddy bear was the baby. i was scared to death i rolled over onto him every time before i remembered… there is no baby. my baby is stuck in the nicu. but still it isn’t about me. i do what you don’t because it’s the right thing to do.
i think im starting to hear the jaws theme song everywhere i go. everyday there’s more and more bad news and sometimes i still wish you were here and wanted us. i find myself wondering all the time how im going to teach him how to be a man when i’ve never been one of those a day in my life. your mom has tried to fill your shoes, but it isn’t the same. sometimes i can’t help but to ask about you and she can’t help but answer. you’re doing great and i hate it.
i hate this hospital. no one takes me seriously because i’m young and a single mother. i’ve had to fight twice as hard as every other parent to get him what he needs. maybe if you were here he would’ve been helped a lot sooner. you were always the voice of reason. i don’t know why, but everyone always gave you everything you wanted while i had to drop to my knees and beg.
they finally conducted the first part of the swallow study and he’s aspirating into his lungs when he eats. they couldn’t even finish the test using the thicker liquids because he started to have an event. on top of that, thickened liquids don’t seem to be an option because his reflux is so bad that it would just be another danger for him. so our only option left is surgery to place a g-tube into his little tummy. they say it’s not forever but he won’t get to eat like normal babies do. and he’ll have another scar, another reminder he’s different from the rest. maybe then he’ll get to come home and stay home this time.
in the meantime, he’ll be moved to a larger hospital farther away. i won’t be able to see him everyday anymore and it’s eating me up inside. do you ever get that feeling? you have to, knowing there’s a little piece of you out there in the world. i wonder if you’ll ever run into him one day and wonder where he’s been and what he’s been up to.
sometimes i worry he won’t make it that far, but they say that’s just my anxiety.
smoking, vaping, molly mentioned, arguing, smut, nsfw, p in v, fingering, unprotected (wrap before u tap), missionary, scratching, making out, cuddling, aftercare, lmk if I missed any!
A/N: This is the last part, so I really hope you enjoyed! Comments/feedback/requests are always welcomed and appreciated!
There is nobody, no one to outrun me
So give me a run for my money
Sippin’ bubbly, feelin' lovely
You feel nothing for Riki. Not an ounce of love or like or even sexual attraction.
But watching the way he sat in his car, one arm out the window, cigarette in hand, made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t describe.
“I didn’t know you smoked cigarettes,” you say as you climb into the passenger seat of his car.
He doesn’t look at you. “Nicotine is nicotine,” is all he says.
You sigh, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Riki hadn’t responded to any of your messages in more than two weeks, all left on delivered. You couldn’t go to his dorm, since him and Heeseung were roommates, and you didn’t want any part of whatever beef they were in. So, you had tracked him down into his car, inviting yourself in, giving him no choice but to talk to you.
“Can you please look at me?” You ask.
He doesn’t even acknowledge he heard you.
“Why are you acting like a fucking child?” You cried, shoving his shoulder. “Just talk to me, please, Ki!”
“Get the fuck out of my car.” His words were sharp, slicing like knifes through your heart.
You sit there, incredulous. “Ki. What did I do?”
He still kept his head facing the other way, but the cigarette in between his two fingers trembled before he put it in his mouth.
You sigh and open the car door, walking away. When you’re out of his line of vision, you turn back to look at him. If it wasn’t getting dark out, obscuring your vision, and you didn’t know better, you would have sworn you saw tears roll down his bruised face.
But you know better.
The next time you see Riki, the bruises have mostly cleared up, leaving only a few cuts on his lips and a purple mark on a particularly rough part of his cheekbone. Stubble had started to grow on his jaw, and it was becoming increasingly obvious he wasn’t sleeping. Dark circles rested under his eyes, and he looked like he was moments from falling over as he wandered through the hallway.
You’re about to call out his name when your phone pings with a message.
As soon as you look up from your phone, Riki’s gone, and your chance to talk to him goes out the window.
After another week of unsuccessful attempts, you finally catch up to Riki. This time, he’s in a park, sitting on the bench, staring aimlessly up at the sky. And of course, it wouldn’t be Riki without a trail of smoke floating around his face.
“Riki,” you call, planting your feet in the mud and squinting at him through the bright sun. “We need to talk.”
He glances down at you, then back up, bouncing his knee as smoke trails past his lips and into the air.
You walk over to him and sit down. He gets up immediately, but you grab his arm and yank him back down, making him drop the vape that was in his hand.
“Ew,” you exclaim, picking it up. “Vaping is gross.”
He rolls his eyes and grabs it from you before taking another hit.
“Please. Can we just talk for a second? You’ve ghosted me for, like, a month, with no explanation. You can be mad at me all you want and never talk to me again, but not without an explanation.”
Riki stays silent for a moment before kicking a rock into the sand lazily. “I’m not mad at you.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Oh? So you just ghosted me and ignored me and told me to get the fuck out of your car for fun?”
“No! I…fuck,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair roughly. “I was just…embarrassed.”
“Why?”
He looks at you sharply, eyebrows furrowed. After a moment of eye contact, he looks back down. “I said and did some pretty embarrassing shit.”
Your mind wanders back to his love confession, the way he buried his face in your neck, touching you as if he was drowning and you were oxygen. “You were drunk, though.”
Riki shakes his head slowly. “I wasn’t drunk, y/n. Even if I was, drunk words are sober thoughts. Especially mine.”
You blink, leaning back on the bench, inhaling deeply. You don’t understand what he’s trying to say. “You were definitely not sober.”
He chuckles, but there’s no humor behind it. “I might have, uh…maybe done a bit too much molly,” he whispered.
You spin and look at him. “I thought you only smoked!”
“I do!” He defends quickly. “Usually, I do. I never do hard drugs, like, ever. Never get high off your own supply.”
You snort sarcastically. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind next time I sell drugs.”
“I’m serious. I really don’t do anything other than smoke. I don’t even drink. But…I dunno. It was a rough day.”
“I could tell.”
Riki takes another hit before looking at you, sharp eyes inspecting, dropping to your lips for just a hint of a second before meeting your eyes again.
“So you meant what you said?” You whisper. The question that had been weighing on your mind for weeks.
He immediately looks away. For a moment, you wonder if he heard you, before he grunts, “Yeah.”
You look down at your shoes, unsure how to respond. “I’m sorry Heeseung beat the shit out of you,” you blurt.
Riki’s jaw clenches tight, a habit you’ve noticed but never mentioned.
“Why do you do that every single time I talk about him?” You exclaim. “I thought you guys were best friends!”
“Do what!?”
“Clench your jaw like that! You look like someone brought up your dead mother or something every time I talk about him!”
“Because he’s all you talk about!” He snaps.
“Well, I love him!”
“Do you!?” He whips around so that his whole body is facing you. “Do you really love him though!? The one who broke up with you in the middle of a date and didn’t even drive you home! The one who has anger issues and embarrasses you and accuses you of shit you didn’t do and doesn’t believe you when you tell him you didn’t!? The one who’s insecure and doesn’t trust you and is just a fucking asshole in general! You love him!?”
You just sit there, shocked at his outburst, lips parted as you try to come up with an explanation.
“For someone who loves him so fucking much, it sure is taking you a long time to answer me!” Riki continued, throwing his hands in the air. “Fuck! This is bullshit, I’m leaving.”
“No, please don’t leave,” you whisper, reaching up to grab his sleeve.
“No, I am leaving! Cuz you can’t fucking appreciate what’s right in front of you!” He shouts, but there are tears in his eyes. He isn’t angry. He’s hurting and desperate and you could see something inside of him breaking with every word.
“Stop yelling, please, Ki,” you say softly, putting a hand on his arm. You slide you hand up his arm and to the side of his face, cupping it gently, stroking the bruise on his cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers with a small hiccup. “I’m sorry.”
You hold his face in both hands and drag a thumb across his scabbed lower lip. “It’s okay,” you reply.
He closes his eyes as you lean close to him, pressing your forehead against his. “Please can I kiss you? Please.”
You sigh and close your eyes, nodding slowly.
And Riki kisses you like a man starved, immediately grabbing you and pulling your body closer, inhaling your scent like it was the last time he’d ever breathe. He wasn’t gentle or sweet or kind in any way. He took what he wanted, what he had been craving for years, and he let you know it.
The kiss barely lasted for a second before his tongue was sliding into your mouth, his hands roaming under your shirt. His nose bumped against yours messily as you maneuvered your way around his lips, hands in his hair, on his face, anywhere you could get them.
It’s not perfect in any way. Riki’s lips are a little rough from the scab on his lip, his breath tasting like the flavor of his vape. You probably use a bit too much tongue, tugging on his hair just a bit too hard. But you don’t care if it’s perfect, because it’s him. And he doesn’t care either, because it’s you.
Riki speeds down the highway, hand on your thigh, a smirk high on his face.
“You need to slow down,” You tell him, but you’re smiling bright.
His hand tightens on your thigh. “Don’t worry, you’re getting home safe. If I kill you on the way, I can’t fuck you.”
You laugh out loud. “Gee, thanks, Ki.”
He just laughs as he pulls into the parking garage of the university. He climbs out of the car, then opens the door for you and pulls you out by your hand. As soon as you’re on your feet, he’s kissing you again. “Been waiting for this for so long,” he whispers, his breath hot on your lips.
“Well then, hurry it up,” you tease, kissing the mole on his chin.
He makes a face at you as he grabs your hand. You both walk to your dorm room in silence, but your body is on fire.
Because the truth is, you feel everything for Riki. You had been lying to yourself for a while, but you can’t escape it now. The way he was so expressive with his eyebrows, the way he always had a joint between those thick lips, the way his big hands gripped your hips, rings sharp and cold against your skin. You love it all. You love him.
This time, Riki didn’t let you take control like how you had in the car. He knew what he wanted, he had been waiting all this time for it, and he took it as soon as you entered your bedroom. You barely have time to take off your clothes before he’s ripping them off of you, shoving you down onto the bed.
He hovers over you, inspecting you, before resting a hand on your face, dragging it down your neck and chest before catching onto your bare tits. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, more to himself than to you, as his hand travelled lower, down your stomach and stopping at your thigh. He brings it back up to your face and pushes two fingers past your lips, into your mouth.
You sigh around his fingers, sucking eagerly, not breaking eye contact with him as he stared into your eyes.
“Y’know,” he mutters, voice low and husky, filled with desire. “I never fuck girls missionary.”
You just watch, unable to answer with his fingers deep in your mouth.
“Too personal. Too intimate,” he continues. “But you…you’re different, baby.” He removes his fingers from your mouth and pulls off his shirt before leaning down to kiss you again. “I wanna see your pretty face when you come, yeah?”
Just his words alone send heat straight through your core, and you feel slick already gushing in your folds.
Riki just smirks as you sigh softly, bring his hand down to your already aching pussy, sliding his middle finger through your wet folds. “Already so wet for me, baby,” he whispers. “Haven’t even done anything, yet.”
You squirm under him, under his hard gaze, his rough hand gripping your thigh, lifting it up over his shoulder. “Ki, please,” you whisper, reaching out to grab his forearm.
He swats at your hand then slowly pushes his finger inside of you. You whine out loud and clench around his finger as he slowly works it in deeper.
In reality, you both know that you don’t need any preparation, that you’re plenty wet enough for him to slide right in, but Riki feels that part of the fun is making you squirm and cry under him. Maybe some begging would be nice, too.
So he fingers you gently, slowly picking up speed as you push your hips forward. The wet sounds that sang from your pussy were enough to make him achingly hard, straining against the seam of his jeans almost painfully. He pulls his fingers out of you, ignoring your cry, and tugs off his jeans and boxers in one go.
As soon as his cock springs free, you practically drool down your chin. All you can think of as he hovers over you, stroking himself lazily, is how you would kill to feel it in your mouth, heavy and flushed on your tongue. It’s big, (definitely bigger than Heeseung’s), and dripping down onto your stomach, with a slight curve, perfect for hitting every spot.
He’s already leaking, tip red and throbbing, as he lines his tip with your entrance. He drags the tip up your hole to your clit, tapping there before lining it back up where you need it so bad.
“Wait, wait, Ki,” you whisper frantically, reaching a hand out to grab his bicep. “I don’t have a condom.”
He tilts his head at you, almost condescendingly, and slams inside of you, hips already rolling as you scream out loud. “Who the fuck said we needed one?” He whispered as he leaned down so you were both chest to chest.
You could barely even think, your vision blurring as he pounded inside of you with no mercy. “K-Ki…” was all that came out as he immediately found the right spot, making you wail.
“Is that it right there, baby?” He purrs in your ear, sickeningly sweet. “S’that where it feels good?”
You just babble as he makes you see stars, pushing in impossibly deeper with every thrust of his hips.
“Use you words, love, you can do it.” The more he speaks, the more you fall apart under him, and he knows it. His hand reaches up to grip your face, turning it toward him and holding you there so you can’t look away. “Look at me baby. Use your words.”
You grabbed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, desperate for something to ground you as the tip of his cock abused your g-spot. “Fuck…Ki, it…” you wailed again as he hit impossibly deeper, gripping your face harder.
“Come on, pretty girl,” he whispered, a soft grunt falling from his lips. “You can - fuck - you can do it..” He groans out loud as you clench around him hard, already close to your release.
“Feels good, Ki, god, you feel so fucking good…” you whine breathlessly, panting under him. You drag your nails down his sides, then down his back roughly.
Riki lets out a shout, drawing it out with a long groan, leaning down to suck on your tits. He’s not gentle at all, biting and sucking at your nipples roughly, kneading the other with his hand. He tugs at your nipple with his teeth before moving on to the other one, giving it the same attention as the first.
You wince in pain, but it makes everything so much better. He seems to know exactly what to do, where to hit, how fast to keep his hips moving, and with every thrust, every bite and suck, he pushes you closer and closer to your release. And right when he feels you flutter around his cock, he moves a hand down to rub at your clit fast.
“Right there, don’t stop, please,” you beg with a sob. Tears roll down your cheeks, and Riki simply leans over and kisses them right off your face.
“Good girl, being so good, letting me take care of you,” he coos, but his voice is rough, his thrusts starting to get sloppy. “Come with me, okay? You gotta do it with me, baby, promise?”
All you can do is nod as you squeeze impossibly tight, your orgasm crashing over you like waves. Your legs shake, stomach clenching tight, back arching as you yell his name over and over.
At nearly the same time, Riki lets out a noise dangerously close to a whimper, and he’s spilling inside of you, filling you up with relentless amounts of his come. “Oh, fuuuck, baby,” he whispers, hips still moving against yours, slower this time as your body relaxes against the mattress.
He pants above you, breath mixing with yours, and slowly pulls out. You cry out at the loss of his cock, tears starting to roll down your cheeks, and he kisses them gently. “Sorry about that, baby,” he whispers.
The aftershocks of your orgasm still ripple through your body. You shake as you slowly sit up, still crying a little bit.
Riki notices and frowns. “What’s wrong? Was it bad?”
You shake your head and rub your face. “No. I’m just overwhelmed,” you whisper.
He nods and stands up, patting your thigh before walking away, just like that.
You deflate, feeling a sob rise up in your throat. Of course he would leave. For a moment, you had forgotten that it was still Riki. The player, the one who uses girls for what he wants and then leaves.
You flop back down and allow the tears to roll down your face. You’re fucking stupid, you think to yourself.
But he comes back. Ten minutes later, he’s in front of you, in nothing but boxers, with a towel, his vape, and a family sized bag of chips. “You’re still crying!? Fuck, what did I do to you?”
You look up sharply. “You left!” You exclaim.
“I didn’t leave! I was in your fucking dorm this whole time, getting you your shit!” He replied, setting everything down on your bedside table. With the towel, he kneels in front of you and gently cleans you up, pressing the cold cloth against your aching core. “You think I’d just leave you like this?”
You nod silently.
A look of hurt flashes across his face. “I would never,” he whispers. He drops the towel on the floor and settles down next to you. “Hungry?”
You nod and smile as he opens the bag of chips, placing it next to you.
Rik stares at you silently as you eat, grabbing the vape from the side table and taking a hit.
“God, even after sex, you’re smoking,” you mutter with a laugh.
“Want me to stop?”
“Even if I did, you wouldn’t stop.”
He looks at you seriously, eyes soft and gentle. “Do you want me to stop smoking, y/n?”
You make eye contact with him, taking in all of his features. His sharp nose, soft eyes, the way his chest heaves as he breathes. “It’s okay,” you whisper, slowly moving closer to him, resting your chin on his chest.
He just looks down at you fondly before turning away to blow a puff of smoke away. “I love you.”
You feel your cheeks heat up. “We’re already saying that?”
“I’ve waited this fucking long,” he replies matter of factly.
a bit close to home for me but how do we fell about a single dad mingi drabble w a single mom reader where they meet in a nicu support group.. like soa withdrawal baby, mom isn’t in the picture vibes
in the end it's just me and baby, just like i said it would be. i don't think anyone could've predicted this kind of ending, but i think deep in my soul i always knew you weren't going to stay. for all the problems we had, i always really wanted you to stay. you said you so deeply wanted to, but i guess the ache of a premature baby was too much to bear.
i don't know why i’m even writing this. my therapist says i need to get it off my chest and try to move on with my life, but i can't. he looks just like you. i can barely see his face behind his cpap mask, but sometimes i'm around when they change everything out and i catch a little glimpse of you. he has my eyes, but he has your entire face.
the part of me that still hurts wants to tell you that i hope you never get to see that face, that i hope you never get to know his name or the sound of his little cries. i wish he could be mine and only mine forever, but sadly he's half of you and only half of me. would you ever be around when he’s healthy or have you disappeared forever? i don't think i want to know the answer.
sometimes when it’s late and im leaving the hospital i wonder why you didn't do more. you could've done something, anything, but you did nothing. i used to give you the benefit of the doubt and think that maybe you were scared. you wanted our son just as much as i did. maybe when i was admitted into the hospital so early, the news of possible disabilities or death was too much. i used to wonder if that’s why you left and never came back. but then you blocked me and i began to realize… you simply didn’t want my child.
to choose to be a parent is to choose to accept every possible outcome and you couldn’t do that. you weren’t ready for all of the possibilities that came with having him at 29 weeks.
everyday when i go to see him i respect you a little less. 76 days so far and here i stay stuck in a place i don’t want to be, but the only way out is through. i keep pushing day by day, continuing to walk though the worst storm i have ever had to endure. the sky is dark and the rain is heavy but the sunshine is out there on the other side somewhere.
i got a taste of that actually. we got discharged twice and i felt like god finally smiled down on my family even without you being part of it. but even though he’s strong his lungs just aren’t and the home oxygen setup wasn’t enough. his first discharge didn’t even give me 24 hours at home with him before he ended up in the nicu again. this time they’re saying he was a kiss away from sids. his heart rate and oxygen levels dropped and all he did was sleep. then he puffed up like a marshmallow. the diuretics aren’t working anymore. he ruined 3 ivs with how much excess fluid is inside his little body. they think maybe he’s aspirating into his lungs when he eats, but they aren’t sure. no one knows what to tell me anymore. i don’t think you would either.
i pray a lot for my son. he’s truly mine and only biologically yours but i pray he never becomes anything like you. i hope his bravery carries over into his adolescence and later his adulthood. i pray everyday that he doesn’t run away from things that are hard or turn his back on his family. i pray he never tries to find you because what he encounters might make him hate himself more than this possibly could.
and sometimes, when the monitors get so loud i hear them in my sleep, i pray the rain falls down on you one day.
eyes locked on your figure, you did a short twirl in the full length mirror. surrounded by clothing hung on wire hangers, the lacey white set you donned stood out among the various other shades housed within your large closet. it was a simple two piece, the lingerie was. in spite of the simplicity, the intricate lace trim along the edges of each piece was enough to make you look stunning. in that moment, you felt truly stunning, too.
you didn't have the biggest bust, but the bra did an incredible job of uplifting what you did have. everything hugged your figure in the perfect places, aiding in making you feel so confident. you easily came to the conclusion that this set is your favorite so far. you hoped heeseung would feel the same.
this was the fourth of quite a few items your daddy had asked you to model, so you made the quick decision to stop lingering. using a quickened pace, you pushed the closet's door open and stepped into the bedroom. much to your surprise, heeseung himself was waiting very patiently on the edge of your queen sized bed. you expected him to be annoyed with your lack in speed.
"i like this one," you shyly admitted. you did another twirl on the balls of your bare feet. then, a smile became of your lips. after weighing each his possible reactions, you batted your eyelashes a bit while ambling in his direction. you were going to play with this for a short spell of time. "it makes me feel pretty."
"you're beyond gorgeous, baby," he drawled. his deep eyes darkened as he savored the sight of you. this was a purchase that was well worth the money he had paid for it. he patted his thigh. "come sit on daddy's lap."
you did as asked of you, but not quite. resting on his lap now, you swung your legs on either side of his body. your arms wrapped around his neck.
"that's not what i meant and you know it."
his tongue poked out and ran along his full lower lip.
"i just wanted to be close to you. do you not like it?" you asked, your tone dripping in feigned innocence. "i can move, if that's really what you want."
"don't."
he secured his hands onto your waist. lust filling his eyes, his grip tightened.
you took note of his body language. the strain in his tone, the strain in his pants. for the last half an hour, the tension between the both of you had only been building. his visible desire for you is but charcoal and with every second, another piece was being thrown onto your fire.
"i think... i deserve a treat for being such a good girl and modeling for you like you asked," came your alluring proposition. "you think so too, right, daddy?"
a hum rumbled low in his throat.
"you deserve everything, my love."
no command required; knew what you expected. he nestled his head into the crook of your neck. need was prevalent in the quick and harsh use of his teeth against your neck; his foreplay was rushed to the point it was almost painful.
"of course i do," you murmured down at him. the pad of his tongue gently flattened against the skin, helping to ease the stinging sensation. "everything."
your lips fell open as his teeth skimmed along the purpling area. your eyes glazed over in rapture as he began making more of these plum colored bruises. his plump lips felt like heaven pressing against the tender spots as he moved down the base of your throat.
"tell me i'm your princess," you instructed in a wobbly voice. there was another weak murmur you intended to affix to your wishes, cut short by a breathy gasp extracted by wandering fingers. proceeding the moment you took to relish his fingers dancing across the front of your panties, you continued. "tell me i'm worth the world."
he complied with his mouth hovering above the creations left in his wake, his breath warm against you. against your skin came his soft whisper, "my princess, you're worth more than the world to me."
your fingers knotted in his hair, as to gently pull his face up to meet yours. A finger ran across his upper lip, now starting to swell due to such use.
"show me then, daddy. make me feel good, please. i'm already tired of waiting."
"you have to tell me what you want, princess," he drawled. his long fingers continued to tease, never ceasing for a single moment. "i can't show you how much i love you if you haven't given me much to go off of."
"i want you on your knees. i want your tongue," you confessed, your cheeks blushing a deep pink shade under his expectant gaze.
"good girl," he praised.
then he moved his hands to the back of your thighs. very easily, he was able to lift you up. following this, he placed you down in his previous spot. for the second time, his tongue swiped along that delicious lower lip of his. without trying very hard, he had an amazing way of driving you mad.
kneeling between your parted thighs, just as instructed, he hastily pulled at the lace encasing your pussy. he cared not that it tore from your body entirely. you gasped audibly at the rip! sound that rippled through the silence. to this second sound, he glanced upward at you.
"i'll make it up to you, baby. i'll get you five more sets, if you'd like," was all he said to soothe your shock. he then tossed the fabric aside in a swift motion like it was nothing.
you kept your eyes locked on him to watch as he gently parted your slick folds. you enjoyed being put above all else nearly as much as he enjoyed obliging your every wish. he never said the word no to you, he simply couldn't.
his pink tongue delved into your heat; maybe he had come to realize that you were too good to wait a second longer. you hoped so.
he was gentle in pleasing you---beginning by giving soft flicks to your hard little clit. light sighs billowed about the air after cascading from your lips. you tugged on his raven locks once more, this time to pull him closer to your sex; however, he seemed unwilling yo budge immediately.
"you taste so fucking sweet, sweetheart," he commented. he head was lifted a bit and you can see his dark chocolate irises perfectly. "like honey."
you merely gave a short hum in response, similar to the one he produced earlier. he took this as a good sign, which prompted him to slip two fingers past your sopping entrance. "and so tight, too."
"just for you, daddy," you admitted without feeling an ounce of shame.
his fingers moved slowly within you, curling and retracting themselves at a slow pace. the tongue did the bulk of the work, earning breathy moans by alternating between slow strokes and repeated flicks to the clit. your breath seemed to leave your lungs at his skilled work. you had hardly anything left within you to express your gratitude to him. your eyelids had even fluttered closed in ecstasy.
You made an attempt to muster up something, but you could not release more than a light "fuck---so good."
he smiled against your sex, feeling joyful to be pleasing you well. he worked with a new fervor; he craved your release. each mewl elicited by his tongue drove him to be quicker and more sloppy with his technique. it had become less about appreciation and more about sheer pleasure.
within a matter of seven minutes, his actions had your toes curling and your thighs lightly wrapping around his head. you needed him. you needed the peak he so desperately wished to carry you to.
"daddy," you managed to get out. "more, please. i'm c-close."
his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on the little love button with vigor. once, twice, a third time, until your desperation was all he could hear. what had once been contained mewls were becoming loud, uncontrollable moans.
"that's it, daddy! i'm gonna--"
a series of curse words flew from your mouth as you released all over his tongue. the feeling was far too intense to allow your sentence to be finished, let alone a new one to be finished.
only when you felt the knot in your stomach relax did your noise cease. it was then were you able to slowly steady your shaky breathing. you fell back onto the comfortable bed. your chest was still heaving with the rise and fall of your climax.
heeseung had drank every drop you had to offer before moving from the wooden floor, even sucking the remainder from his fingers on his way up. he marveled at you from above with a smile on his face. your daddy was feeling proud of himself for being able to do this to you. As well as this, he was proud of you for enduring it so well.
"you did good, babygirl."
"i know," you agreed. the corners of your lips turned upwards into a suggestive smirk. "but i think we should continue our little fashion show. i want to return the favor for you."
jay’s deep brown eyes took in the sight above him, scrutinized every inch of your exposed body. the blinds covering the open window were pellucid, allowing for pale orange rays to flood the room with light. he admired the way it illuminated your body, the way the gentle pink light accentuated each curve it hit. what felt like ages to you was merely a second to him; he couldn't get enough. you're so... ethereal, so captivating. no matter how many times he tried to peel his eyes away, he simply couldn't. he felt frozen in time, enchanted by your beauty.
"please," you whispered softly, your voice almost inaudible over the house party happening just down the hall from his dorm room. your delicate tone faded into the sound of feet hitting the pavement outside. it was swallowed whole by the sound of aerosmith playing over the speakers, the rock music occasionally being upstaged by giddy drunken cheers. your plea coincided with that of a seemingly endless sea of people--strangers, friends. and frat boys alike. it was so difficult to make out your own voice over the noise, but you were certain he'd heard you. his dark eyes followed your lips so closely, you just knew he was listening. "please, more."
"anything for you, princess," came his gentle response. he was loud, though just enough to be heard. the result was so faint, it sounded as though he was shouting his reply from so far away. "you know i can't say no to you, my love."
always so acquiescent, he slowly returned his head to its place between your thighs. with the lightest of touches, his slender fingers gently parted your lips. his gaze flicked upward, as if to ask for permission one last time. without hesitation, you nodded—another silent cry for the release only he knew how to provide. his tongue poked out ever so slowly before finally brushing against your clit, causing you to gasp at the sensation. your eyes fluttered shut as he licked a long stripe up the length of your pussy.
a few light, feathery laps were delivered before shownu wrapped his plump lips around the hardening bud. he didn't dare to close his eyes, to miss one moment. listening to the satisfying sounds of your low moans, he smiled around you. even as he continued with a renewed fervor, he thought you were so cute. he was so, so determined to make you feel good... so determined to give you what you deserved.
humming into your center, he pushed two fingers past your folds. they curled within you, softly brushing against your walls.
"f-fuck," you stuttered, taken aback by the wave of pleasure that crashed into you.
you didn't just want more, you needed it. your body craved his touch more than anything, so much that you found yourself raising your hips toward his face. his tongue, his fingers, his cock—you wanted it all. you wanted him to make love to you until he had nothing left to give, until your body couldn't just take it anymore.
I’m literally addicted to Ethel Cain omg. What’s ur favorite song??? I have such a soft spot for Sunday morning and a house is Nebraska. Anyways… what about a Jay fic where reader is just so inexperienced and Jay loves it. Like almost corruption kink level. And as much as reader is a mess, he is too if that makes sense. Have an amazing night/day love!! 💕
homecoming and crying during sex are my personal favs but ik unreleased ball😭 but omg yes ima write this tmrw!!
“YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR THIS EXPERIMENT BECAUSE YOU ARE VISUALLY PERFECT. WE ARE TESTING LOVE AND THE CIRCUMSTANCES IT TAKES TO CREATE IT. YOU ARE NOW A DOLL. MORE WILL ENTER THE DOLLHOUSE, BUT YOU MUST BE BETTER THAN THE OTHERS. EVERY MONTH, A FEMALE DOLL WILL BE PLACED IN THE DOLLHOUSE. SHE WILL BE YOUR TICKET OUT. THIS IS A COMPETITION AND ONLY THE WINNER MAY LEAVE. IF SHE DOES NOT FALL IN LOVE WITHIN A MONTH'S TIME, SHE WILL DIE AND WE WILL BEGIN WITH A MORE PROMISING FEMALE DOLL.”
wc: 3079
angst, eventual smut, love interest undecided
prologue
day 01.5
"it is currently december 31, nine pm. as you can see on the monitor to the left, my trainee scientists have already acquired yet another female to cycle into the dollhouse. jung miyeon was unfortunately disposed of this morning, as her time within the dollhouse did nothing to further our cause," began donghyun banks. a sigh escaped his thin pink lips as a gaunt hand brushed the white hair from his forehead. it took every fiber of his being to remain formal in such an agitated state; he was beyond furious that fourteen women had been placed in that mansion and not a single one appealed to any of the ten males that took permanent residency there. he couldn't see why things had failed to unfold as he would've liked. "lest i must remind every watcher in attendance—both physically and digitally—that this is our fifteenth and last month keeping project D-7 active. on january 31, only the member successful in capturing this woman's heart will be released into the world. everyone that remains will be terminated."
he was too deep in his own in denial to say it aloud, but everyone was aware that unless the project was finally a success, the watchers were going to pull their funding, thus calling for the immediate disposal of everyone inhabiting the dollhouse. making their deaths his decision was the only way he found he could keep his dignity intact. little things of such nature tended to eat away at him until the madness becomes a thick fog and he's unable to see two inches ahead.
"i don't think you used that word right—lest," o'day adachi spoke from behind his computer. his thick brunette curls fell onto his forehead in frizzy ringlets, adding a gentle contrast to his honey skin. with each passing day, he was growing more agitated by the late hours that yielded absolutely nothing. his superior had a habit of pushing him past his limits without so much as a thank you in return, which had caused the younger man to stop holding his tongue as tightly as he once had. he shrugged his broad shoulders. "you would've sounded just as smart if you'd said "in case" instead."
banks felt his left eye twitch involuntarily. he turned to address the scientist, and took in a deep breath. mindful of the camera, he chirped, "o'day! why don't you explain to everyone what you've been engineering recently? i'm quite pleased with the work you've done."
obliging his request, o'day turned his monitor around. on his screen was a dream-like image of a young woman sitting in the middle of a wheat field. she was the perfect depiction of peace. her torso swayed in time with the wind pushing her hair back, her eyes were closed as her fingers grazed the golden wheat. it appeared as though a milky filter was placed atop the video; it looked as though it were hiding behind a panel of glass on a rainy winter morning.
"maria and i noticed that the last few girls got off to a terrible start in the dollhouse because of the nightmares they had to endure, so i got busy working on a dream manipulator. that, right there, is what's going through (y/n)'s head right now. i haven't quite figured out how to do complex dreams and i've found through the testing period that it left riki very impressionable, but those are really the only two issues i'm having with the program," he responded proudly. he wasn't an overly prideful person, though it felt nice to get recognition for his inventions every now and again. it was a rare event, which he intended to savor as long as he could. "it's pretty sick, isn't it? if i have to be here, the least i can do is make sure the dolls sleep well at night."
to his right, maria estrada began to snicker. you didn't need a close look to see banks' tan skin turn a deep red shade. he despised that tiny implication that working under him was a difficult job to have. it was small, but it was enough to leave him wondering why he had decided to stream his documentary live. there have been so many moments he's longed to edit out throughout the many months D-7 has been active... too many to count. he opened his mouth to give a heated response, only to be interrupted by the blonde woman.
"oh, her eyes are opening!"
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as the wheat field began to fizzle into a dark nothingness, you struggled to regain consciousness. when you were finally able to pry your gunk-filled eyes open, your vision was incredibly blurry. you could hardly make out the baby pink of the walls around you. you longed to feel around for clues regarding your location and found yourself without the strength. with no such luck, all you were left with was a monitor tightly locked around your ankle and your fingertips grazing the smooth skin of your arm. slowly, you began to regain feeling in the rest of your hands.
as you fought to remember how you reached this unfamiliar destination, panic began to settle in. the harder you thought, the more frightened you became. you were able to recall being approached by a man in red as you were leaving the library one tuesday morning, though that was where your memories began to jumble together until you couldn't tell one thing from another. you were unsure how much time had passed between then and now. for a moment, it felt as though your legs were made of jelly. there was nothing keeping you bound in place, and yet you still couldn't bring yourself to move. it was difficult to focus on one thing for more than a few moments, no matter how hard you tried to piece together where you were. you noticed that you'd been dressed in a knee-length lime green dress, which were accompanied by a pair of hot pink pumps. your arms were crossed across your chest, like someone had prepared you for your casket.
"(y/n), you may rise," you heard a voice echo from overhead. you winced at the sound, slowly sitting up on the bed. you looked all around the room for its owner, but nothing caught your attention. "the monitor around your ankle is to ensure that you follow our directions very carefully. there is a little map located on the nightstand to your left; use it to make your way to the backyard. failure to do so will result in termination. welcome to the dollhouse, we hope you enjoy your stay."
following the eerie voice came a shock. it began at your ankle and made its way up the rest of your body, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat within the seconds it took to do so. as a tear ran down your cheek, you reached over and wrapped your fingers around the paper in question. the map itself was very simple and easy to follow, as though it were written for a child to comprehend. there was a large x in one room, which was labeled "(y/n)."
it felt like you were switched to autopilot. the second you'd given the map a look, you found yourself swinging your feet over the edge of the bed. your heels hit the floor and all you were able to think about was the route which would take you to your destination. everything around you scrambled together, leaving you but the click clack of your foot steps to remind you that you were still conscious. in a moment of clarity, you wondered if this was what sleep walking felt like.
take a left, then go straight. next is the stairs, and then...
and then you stood atop soft green grass. there was so much happening all at once, you were unsure of what to focus on. in order to keep yourself from becoming overwhelmed, you simply stood still and allowed your vision to even out. as the blurry figures surrounding you materialized into seven unique men, you listened to the classical music floating through the air. it reminded you of home—the sweet sound of the piano. for a moment, it took you back to the first time your tiny fingers touched those delicate keys at the age of six.
you wished to shout, but all you could muster was a small, broken voice. "what the fuck is this?"
looking around the group of men, you noticed a brunette crying. tears flowed freely down his tanned cheeks in steady streams; yang jungwon kept shooting him sympathetic glances, yet he made no attempt to wipe them away. instead, he sniffled and did his best to put on a smile for you. jake sim's mind kept wandering back to the fourteen women who came before you—the fourteen who had to die because he and his brothers were unable to please the watchers. he looked at you and he saw them. in that moment, it felt as though the tears would never stop.
diagonally to your left, a tall man with dirty blonde hair and deep skin spoke in a harsh tone. "you guys are stressing her out! i've got it this time."
you didn't know what he meant by that, but everyone else seemed to. within seconds, the group had dwindled down to a mere two—you and the grumpy giant. for a fleeting second, you thought you might be in danger. he was intimidating by nature, given that he towered over you and appeared to have a habit of glaring at his friends. they must've been his problem, for the moment they were out of sight, he visibly calmed down. he raked a large hand through his messy hair before taking another moment to smooth down the front of his suit.
when he finally directed his attention toward you, he sighed. "what's your name?"
"(y/n)," you responded cautiously. you were still upset and trying to decide whether or not he served as a threat to you. he sounded nothing like the man from your room, though you would never be aware if they worked together. that man had spoken as though he were multiple people.
we hope you enjoy your stay.
"hi, (y/n), i'm seonwoo. you can't say that here."
"what, fuck?" you snapped in a low voice. trying to contain the sarcastic laughter that had begun to bubble up in your stomach, you looked at him with narrowed eyes. "after everything that's happened to me, the least you owe me is my freedom of speech."
"it's not about me, it's about them—the watchers. i know you're angry and you have every right to be, but everyone at this party is in the same boat you are. you're not you when they put you in this house; you can't be. i'm not smart, so the truth might sound fake deep or something coming from me, but the watchers get off on pulling our strings. i'm probably going to get in trouble for saying this, but they'd control your period cycle if they could. we're nothing but dolls to them, (y/n). we're part of their little game and refusing to play puts your life in danger. that blonde over there, riki, tried to escape once and he wasn't seen for twenty two days. he gave up around eight and went to bed that night, but jay said he wasn't in their room the next morning. we knew he couldn't have gotten out; he just isn't clever enough. seunghoon, maybe. riki? not a chance.
days went by and we thought he was dead, you know? no one really expected him to wander up from the basement all groggy and half alive, covered in those nasty electrical burns. none of us are really close, but i don't know... we mourned him because that could've so easily been us. we have all the time in the world to endure their punishments, but your days here are limited, even if you get lucky. please do us all a favor and don't be stupid."
not knowing who was who made seonwoo's story difficult to follow, and yet the genuine despair in his voice made you more inclined to believe him. you sneakily looked over his shoulder in search of yuta, who he had pointed toward a few moments ago. a drink in hand, the blonde had his eyes trained on the two of you, as did the raven haired male to his right. after further inspection of nishimura riki, you were able to pinpoint the faint burn scars that radiated from the tips of his fingers and made their way toward his second knuckles.
it took everything you had not to break down. you contemplated running back to your room, but you feared being put into a drug induced coma as a result of leaving the party.
"i just want to go home," you admitted weakly. you lifted your shaky left hand to fiddle with the cleanly bangles on the opposite wrist.
"all you have to do is pretend to be happy, princess. be the perfect little barbie they want you to be and your chances skyrocket," seonwoo joked dryly. "happy new year, by the way."
come ten minutes till midnight, you'd met nearly everyone. it was an odd feeling—forcing yourself to put on a pair of rose-colored glasses and smile through the morose feeing that latched onto your heart. with each passing second, you felt yourself retreating further and further into your shell. each meeting had been nearly the same. sometimes, men such as jake and seunghoon would be truthful about their kidnappings and draw you out, but then you'd hear another compliment about how pretty your eyes are and feel yourself crawl a little further back inside.
"i heard there's going to be fireworks soon," a calming voice spoke behind you. it wasn't as delicate as seonwoo's or as chirpy as jake's, but rather deep and smooth, like black coffee. you noticed a slight lisp peeking through the rest of his diction, but you didn't mind. it was nice to see something imperfect in a place engineered to be pristine. within moments you were able to conclude that this was lee heeseung, the last man on your list of people to greet. "jungwon thinks the watchers are going to go all out to celebrate your arrival."
"oh yeah? and why is that?" you asked. you tried to sound as happy and cheerful for heeseung as you had for everyone else, though you just couldn't keep up the act any longer. your shoulders fell as a deep breath left your lips. you thought back to the many years your mother had scolded you for such bad posture and a thought that would've once made you laugh was suddenly ruined forever. you'd never think back on it and laugh the same way, and that scared you. in a place like this, what would keep you from drowning if not your pleasant memories? "what's the point of celebrating something like this?"
"honestly? i don't know. they treat it like it's some special occasion when new girls come. you look like you'd rather be anywhere else, just like everyone else."
standing beside you now, he offered you a lopsided smile.
"you think? i feel like a deflated balloon, so please tell me that i can go inside soon." you worked your palms up and down the base of your arms, trying to warm yourself up enough to fight off the pesky goosebumps that had taken root nearly an hour and a half ago. in the warmth of your bed, you'd be able to cry as much as you like without being chastised by anyone. in the comfort of your bedroom, you'd be free to have a meltdown without worrying about being a barbie.
"you can go in after the fireworks if you want, i guess. no one was really forcing you to stay, but it's good that you got to know everyone. it's nice to remember that we're all human," he responded.
he understood that deflated feeling better than anyone else. there were so many days he contemplated just giving up, contemplated disregarding the watchers' wishes and accepting his inevitable death. he'd been trapped in the dollhouse for so long, he'd forgone all hope of leaving. he looked at you and knew that you were to die if none of them could manipulate you into a loving relationship, and he had no clue which of the two he found scarier.
after few minutes of silence, you felt heeseung drape his jacket over your shoulders. the velvety fabric nearly swallowed you whole, but it was too welcoming for you to oppose. you looked up with a grateful smile and quickly pushed your arms through the large holes. it felt like you were five again and playing dress up in your father's old suits, though you couldn't complain. as you parted your pink painted lips to thank him, someone else had beat you to it.
without warning, riki slinked am arm around your waist. close to your ear, he said, "i'm sure she appreciates the gesture, seung. she looks so cute in your jacket, doesn't she?"
heeseung rolled his chocolate eyes at the younger man and chuckled softly. "leave her alone, man."
at first, you had tried to stay tuned in to the pair's ongoing bickering, though it became impossible once the sky began to light up with the vibrant blues and greens of the fireworks. they continued to shout at one another over the constant pops and bangs, while your eyes remained trained on the sky.
you imagined most people would interpret the fireworks as a sign of good fortune, but for you, that wasn't the case. everything in the dollhouse was so fake. from the statues in the garden to the expensive suit each man wore and even apple trees outlining the yard, nothing seemed genuine. these people—these watchers—they used money to compensate for their criminal acts. they had put you in a fancy dress with the hopes that it would make you forget about your kidnapping and slip into the life of luxury they provided. they were grooming you and being unsure why they were doing so was absolutely terrifying.
thinking about sleepy sex with sunghoon ᥫ᭡. wc: 644
you have been drifting in and out of sleep for hours, tangled in the sheets with sunghoon warm body pressed against your back. his arm draped loosely over your waist, and his breath is steady on the nape of your neck. no sounds but the faint rustle of fabric and your own soft exhales.
you shift slightly, seeking more of his heat, and he stirs behind you. his hand slides up your side, fingers tracing the curve of your hip with a laziness that matches the haze of sleep still clinging to you both. “mmm,” he murmurs, voice low, lips brushing your shoulder. you turn your head just enough to meet his mouth in a slow kiss. tongues touch lazily, tasting the remnants of sleep, no rush, just the gentle slide.
you arch into him instinctively, your ass pressing against the growing tent on his boxers. you feel the cool air of the room on your skin, but sunghoon's body chases it away. he rolls you onto your back slowly, the mattress dipping under his weight as he hovers above you.
in the pitch black, you sense him more than see - the outline of his shoulders. his mouth finds your collarbone, lips parting to suck gently, tongue flicking out to trace the bone.
his hand drifts down, fingers hooking into your shorts and panties, easing them off your hips. you lift yourself to help, and soon you're naked beneath him, legs parting to welcome his touch.
freed from his boxers, his cock presses against your inner thigh, thick and heavy even in its half-awake state. you reach for it, wrapping your hand around the base, feeling it twitch and harden fully in your grip. sunghoon hisses through his teeth, hips rocking forward once, but he stills himself, content to let you stroke him slowly. your thumb swipes over the head, smearing the bead of pre-cum there, and he buries his face in your neck, breathing you in.
guiding him between your legs, you position the tip at your entrance. he pushes in gradually, the stretch delicious. your pussy parts for him, walls hugging every inch as he sinks deeper, filling you with a fullness that makes your toes curl into the sheets.
each motion grinds against your inner walls, the friction building heat without urgency. his hands brace on either side of your head, elbows locked loosely, and he lowers his mouth to yours again. the kiss deepens as he rocks into you, tongues mirroring the slow rhythm of his hips.
time blurs in the darkness, minutes stretching as pleasure coils low in your belly. his pace remains steady, cock dragging along that sensitive spot inside you with every pass. you moan into his mouth, the sound muffled, and he swallows it, thrusting a fraction deeper. sweat slicks your skin where your bodies meet, the wet sounds of him fucking you made obvious in the quiet of the night. your hands roam his back, nails scraping lightly over the muscles that flex with each lazy push.
you cling to him, body tensing as the orgasm begins to crest, rolling through you in warm, endless pulses. your pussy clamps down on him, milking his length, and you cry out softly, the sound lost in the dark.
sunghoon follows moments later, burying himself to the hilt. his cock pulses, spilling hot cum deep inside you, thrusts slowing to a grind as he rides out his release. he collapses onto you gently, weight a comforting press, both of you panting in sync.
minutes pass like that, connected, his softening cock still nestled in your warmth. eventually, he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're draped over his chest. his arms encircle you, one hand stroking your hair, the other tracing idle patterns on your back. sleep threatens you again and you drift off together.
you could feel the bruises blossoming atop the delicate skin draped over your knees as you knelt before him. hands clasped together so tightly, wrists bound together with the softest silk necktie jungwon was able to find, you sat there just as he'd instructed you to. eyes shut tight, you listened intently as he undid the buckle on his belt. though you were trapped in prayer, the action never truly crossed your mind until he began to tease, until his movements became too slow to handle.
"open."
at his simple, gruff instruction, you obediently let your lips fall apart. it took everything in your being not to smile as your soft, supple pink tongue began to peak above your teeth. you were so eager for him, you had difficulty hiding it. then, you could just make out a bright flash from behind the darkness created by closed lids.
"you're so pretty, baby," he cooed in admiration. a gentle hand stroked your cheek momentarily. "and you're all mine."
you merely nodded, as he had yet to grant you the right to speak. you felt the rough pad of his thumb come into contact with your tongue, followed by his forefinger on its underside. you happily assisted him in pulling the muscle from your lips. this has become somewhat of a ritual; richard loved preparing you for his this way. there was something so erotic about it, something so perverse about his praying babygirl posed this way.
the sight alone caused him to let out an audible groan.
your toes curled in anticipation. he had the tendency to become predictable in his routine—at least to the extent that you were able to sense how impatient he was becoming. and then you felt it. one hand moved to roughly grip the back of your head as the other smacked his cock against your tongue once, twice, then a third time; a soft gasp tumbled from your lips as he roughly entered your open mouth.
a shiver ran down your spine. jake’s ice cold fangs brushing against your skin caused a cluster of goosebumps to form in their wake, his cool breath inflaming them entirely. you tossed your head back, propelling it deeper into the pillows beneath it. eyes shut, you could feel him graze your skin a second time. the pointed ends caused a gasp to leave your lips; his teasing always put you on edge.
"more," you croaked.
his fingers rubbed small circles against your clit, but it wasn't enough. you wanted more of him; you needed more of him. you wanted all of him in the same way he wanted all of you, the same way he craved it. though your pupils didn't ever dilate the way his did, though your irises didn't ever darken in that same manner, you felt that animalistic hunger all the same.
"silly girl," he murmured against your skin, chuckling softly to himself. his voice was low and slow, a sensual drawl. "once you get me started, i don't know how to stop, you know that."
"i know, daddy," you whined oh so softly. your gentle fingers gripped his forearms tighter—a means to show him you were getting desperate. a quiet moan left your lips, one you were unable to suppress. you could almost feel his smirk against your neck, his impeccable hearing catching every little sound you elicit. "i don't care anymore. i need you, please."
"tell me what you want, princess," he demanded.
he retracted his fingers, causing you to whine loudly. you squirmed for a moment, trying to shake the incomplete feeling that accompanies his constant edging. the moment you get close, he stops just to watch you beg. knowing his usual wants and preferences, you slowly open your eyes. he now hovered over you, those dark, dark eyes gazing into your own.
"i want your cock, daddy. i want it all, everything you want to give me."
