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i need a big boy đ€ [p.sh]

you've heard the stories and you know what happens to bunnies that enter the woods at night. really, itâs your fault. you knew this would happen. itâs like you wanted this⊠no? oh, but didnât you?
pairing â wolf!sunghoon x afab bunny!reader word count â 3.9k tags â oneshot, wolf!sunghoon x bunny!reader, little red riding hood inspired, petnames (bun, bunny, u get it), reader is a little dumb smut tags â pwp, noncon/dubcon, p in v, oral sex (f!receiving), loss of virginity, some blood, blood kink, virginity kink, breeding kink, mentions of womb/cervix/cherry-popping, knotting, saliva/drool, squirting, biting/claiming, mentions of death, this is just a tiny bit nasty :3 warnings â pls heed the tags! noncon/dubcon claiming :3 lapslock + not proofread iâm sleep deprived and Crazy rn. a/n â wrote this trying to get out of my writerâs block </3 pls enjoy my belligerent 1am insanity
âȘ all the girls are needing, i need a big boy give me a big boy, i need a big boy
minors dni. dark content ahead.
âh-hello? is anyone there?â
your voice is soft and shaky. your soft, plush white ears stand tall as they flick, listening for somethingâanything. your tail is stiff in fear and you canât shake the feeling of being watched.
you donât know how you got here; the middle of the dark, dangerous woods that are in no way a place for something like you, at least not this late at night. youâve never ventured this far at night, you know betterâyou know that it isnât safe for bunnies like you.
youâve heard the stories of what happens to bunnies like you when they get caught. youâve seen the bodies brought back to your villageâbloodied, mangled, dead and used. every corpse that was brought back reeked of⊠of wolves.
you were just supposed to be on your way to your grandmaâs house. every month, on the same day, your grandma calls you to her house for a visit. usually you make the journey with your mother, but your mother is terribly sick with a cold and told you it was okay for you to venture alone.
âyouâll be okay, sunshine. whatever you do, stay on the trail. do not leave the path. if it starts getting dark, come back.â your momâs voice was sweet and caring as she packed you a basket with treats for you and your grandma to share.
your mother trusted you enough with this, and you didnât want to let her down. you missed your grandma terribly and wanted nothing more than to make it to her house safely.
butâthereâs always a but.
youâre lost.
somehow you managed to stray from the trail. something distracted you, but in your fear you canât even seem to recall what it was. one second you were walking the trail like a good daughter, and the next the sun was gone and so was the path.
you tried to find your way back, but it only caused you to be more confused and lost. it was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the full moon. you were whimpering in fear. the full moon only means one thing: wolves.
somewhere along your search back to the trail, you heard something. there was a snap! then it was quiet, too quiet. the silence is eerie, uncomfortable. you feel like youâre being watched⊠like something is there with you, watching you, waiting for you.
you let out another sound of distress, your ears flicking anxiously. you freeze when you hear the sound again, closer this time. you donât moveâyou canât. youâre frozen in place, just like a helpless prey.
âhello? is anyone there?â your voice shakes. youâre trembling, your fingers gripping the basket so tight that the wood starts to splinter. âhello?â
then, you hear a chuckle. the sound is low, deep, and it echoes and resonates deep within you.
âtsk, tsk, tsk.â the voice is getting closer. âpoor little bunny, are you lost?â
your eyes widen like saucers when the owner of the voice shows itself. a wolf. youâre frozen in fear still, not knowing whether to run and hide or to freeze and accept your fate.
âw-wolf!â you stutter, your voice not able to reach a complete scream. you canât scream, you canât run. itâs too late.
âpretty bunny, are you lost?â the wolf repeats himself. ïżœïżœïżœi can show you the way. i donât bite.â
the wolf emphasizes the word with a big grin, the moonlight glints and his canines radiate.
âoh, what sharp teeth you have,â you whimper. âyouâre not going to eat me?â
âno, bunny,â the wolf still has that wolfish grin on hus face. âi would never eat a bunny. iâm a nice wolf, you can trust meâŠâ
â_____,â against your better judgement, you tell the wolf your name. âwill you really show me the way?â
âyes, bunny,â the wolf nods, taking a few steps closer. his eyes rake up and down your trembling body, and his gaze stops at the very end of your cloak. âmy name is sunghoon, bun.â
âs-sunghoon?â
the wolf, sunghoon, nods. âsounds so pretty cominâ from your mouth, bun. what are you doing out here all alone? it isnât safe for an innocent bunny like you. youâd be eaten alive by some real bad wolves by now if i hadnât found you.â
your cheeks heat, and your gaze drops to the floor. your ears droop at the shame of being lost. âiâm just trying to make it to my grandmaâs house, mr. wolf. she lives near the middle of the forest, by the big lake.â
âah, does she now?â sunghoon licks his lips. âi know exactly where that is. youâre lucky you ran into me tonight, bun. i can show you the way.â
âreally?â you perk up, meeting his eyes again. heâs closer now, so close that if you reached your arm out you would be able to touch him. he smells⊠oddly okay, not like how the other bunnies at your village describe wolves to smell like. he smells of grass and flowers and oak, not like the blood of bunnies. âplease, please, please!â
sunghoon chuckles, his gaze dark as he looks down at you. the height difference is jarring, heâs over a head taller than you, and from up close you can see that heâs big.
heâs way bigger than you, his arms are so big that the plain t-shirt heâs wearing looks small, way too small for his body. he has prominent veins along his forearms and hands that pop out and twitch with his every movement, and his chest is so extremely large that it looks as if he has ginormous pecs. his shoulders are so broad, and you think that sunghoon is probably very strong.
âof course, bunny. you just have to follow me. i know a shortcut to the lake. itâs very close, just up ahead. maybe another half mile.â sunghoon reaches his hand out, offering it to you. âcome, bun. let me take you.â
youâre trustingâtoo trusting for your own goodâas you take his hand, letting him enclose his large palm over your small hand.
sunghoon leads you deeper into the woods, and you follow him blindly. you canât wait to be at your grandmaâs house, and you trust that sunghoon will lead you there in no time.
itâs odd, though. you havenât seen or heard a single animal or creature near you in minutes.
âyouâre very pretty, bunny. your cloak seems so soft and warm.â sunghoonâs voice breaks the silence. âi wonder, what are you wearing underneath it?â
âthank you. my grandma gifted me this cloak,â you say, softly. âiâm wearing a dress my grandma also handmade for me.â
âmmm,â sunghoon hums. âyou smell very good, bun. like chocolate and vanilla. i wonder how you taste, too.â
you shiver. âwhat?â
ânothing, bun. weâre almost there.â
you start to tremble again, but then you smell the water, and you know the lake is near. your parents always told you to not trust wolves, that wolves will only tear you apart and lick your bones clean one by one, but this wolfâsunghoon, has been trustworthy. he didnât eat you.
the lake comes into view moments later, the water practically sparkles underneath the moonlight.
you gasp. âsunghoon! you really brought me here! thank you, thank you, thank you!â
âi told you, bunny,â sunghoon grins. âyour grandmaâs house should be near. are you staying overnight?â
âno, iâm supposed to return home tonight, my parents will be worried sick if i donâtâŠâ
âthen i shall wait for you, bun. i will accompany you on your way back home to make sure you make it safe and sound.â
âoh,â you say, surprised. âyou would do that?â
âof course. i have to make sure you donât get eaten by any wolves⊠hm?â
âo-okay,â you murmur, sheepish. âi shouldnât be long.â
sunghoon nods, and you rush off to your grandmaâs. her house is only around the corner, so the walk is quick.
you think about sunghoon the whole way there. he proved that wolves arenât all bad. some wolves can be trusted and some wolves wonât eat you. everything youâve learned about wolves was wrong, and you canât wait to go back to your village and spread the new information you learned.
âgrandma! iâm here!â
your grandmaâs house is warm and comforting as you enter. you set the basket of goods on her small wooden table.
âdear! you made it!â your grandma approaches you, rushing you into a hug. âi was so scared, dear. itâs so late at night.â
âyes, grandma. iâm safe.â you reassure her. âmom packed you some sweets, your favorite.â
âah, did sheââ your grandma stills. âdear, whatâs that smell?â
you sniff the air. âwhat do you mean?â
âyouâyou reek of wolf!â
âgrandma, itâs okay! please, calm down! the wolf helped me here! he didnât try to eat me!â
âyouâre a traitorâtraitor!â your grandma backs away in horror. âyou brought a wolf here? you need to leave, now.â
âno, grandma, please! he wouldnât hurt me, or you!â you reach for her, wanting to console her, but she flinches away like sheâs been burned.
âno family of mine will be in contact with a wolf,â your grandma spits the word like itâs poison. âget out. never come back.â
âno, grandma!â
she rushes you out the door, locking it behind you and leaving you out in the cold with nothing but your cloak. you sniffle, hot tears making their way down your cheeks as you sob and knock on the door rapidly.
âgrandma! please! let me in!â you cry, helplessly holding onto the doorknob like sheâll open it. âplease!â
it seems like an eternity that passes before you get tired of trying. your grandma disowned you and left you in the cold. you canât go back, what if the rest of the town also treats you the same way? what do you do?
you get a brilliant idea then. youâll go to the lake and wash yourself. youâll wash the scent of sunghoon away and make it back home. nobody will know.
you make it a few steps before you smell it againâhim.
âbunny? whatâs wrong?â sunghoon steps into view. his face is masked with concern and pity. âpoor little bunny, why are you crying?â
âmy grandmaâshe,â the thought of your grandma has you breaking down once more. you rush into sunghoonâs arms, his big chest comforts you. âshe left me! she told me to get out as i smell like a wolf, and told me she never wanted to see me again!â
sunghoon cradles your head as you sob into his chest. âshh, there, there. itâll be alright, bunny. she just doesnât understand.â
âi have to go to the lakeâi have to wash off before i go home. or else theyâthey wonât accept me back.â
âokay, bunny. letâs go to the lake and wash you off. then iâll walk you home, okay?â sunghoonâs voice is deep and low, and somehow comforting.
you nod, sniffling, and let sunghoon lead you to the lake, hand in hand.
sunghoon is quiet as he leads you both knee deep into the water. he reaches for your cloak, and you let him undress you. your cries quiet now, only sniffles escape every few moments.
sunghoon drops your cloak somewhere below you, before reaching for the straps of your small, silk babydoll dress.
he sucks in a breath, but youâre too overwhelmed by your grandma to pay any mind to it. he undoes the straps one by one, before letting your dress slide down and fall into the water as well.
âbunny,â sunghoon murmurs. âkneel and wash yourself.â
you obey, making sure to rinse yourself and get rid of the wolf scent on you. after your fur is soaked and your body is freezing, you consider yourself clean enough.
âbunny, youâre shaking,â sunghoon says. âare you cold?â
you nod, and sunghoon coos. âbut your clothes are all wet. whatever will we do?â
âi-i donât knowâŠâ youâre freezing and trembling so much that your teeth chatter as your tail drips water into the lake. âitâs so cold.â you whine.
âaw, is my bunny cold?â sunghoon coos again. âdo you need me to warm you up?â
you nod, and sunghoon grins. âcome here, bunny. come to me.â
you step closer to him, and he pulls you in roughly. he wraps his arms around you, enclosing your body with his larger one. heâs so warm, extremely warm, and you let out a soft sigh as your body finally starts to warm up.
âyouâre so small, bunny,â sunghoonâs breath hits your ears as he speaks. âand so soft, so supple and soft.â
you whine, shy, and then you feel it.
âs-sunghoon⊠something is poking me,â you whisper.
âis there?â sunghoon murmurs, his voice low and dripping something you arenât sure of.
the hardness you feel twitches, pressing deeper against your thigh. youâre scared to look down, scared of what you might see.
âsunghoon, itâitâsâŠâ
âfuck,â sunghoon growls, suddenly. you flinch at his outburst, your ears stiffening and standing tall upon your head. âi canât hold back anymore.â
âsunghoon, what?â you say, your voice shaking.
sunghoon ignores you, picking you up and out of the water, carrying you in his arms as he reaches grass and mud again.
âyou make me crazy, bun,â sunghoonâs voice is rough as he speaks. âi canât hold back anymore. not when youâre nude and presenting yourself so nicely to me.â
âs-sunghoon?â you tremble in his hold. he releases you, then, to put you back onto your feet.
when you meet his eyes again, he looks different. gone is the comforting face you thought you knew, and now thereâs a predatory, evil look in his eyes.
âplease, sunghoon, youâre scaring me.â you plead, whisper. âsunghoon?â
itâs like he canât hear you. he doesnât answer as he leans down, his hands on your bare waist as he presses his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply.
âfuck, bun, you smell so good,â sunghoon groans, and you feel the hardness return. sunghoon grinds against your leg, and your tail stiffens in fear. âyou smell so delicious, bunny. so perfect for me. iâm going to tear you apart.â
âsunghoon, no! please!â you cry and beg. he wouldnât eat you, heâd never, right?
âdonât worry, bun. iâm not going to eat you,â sunghoon chuckles and it vibrates against your skin. he licks a stripe from your collarbone to your ear, before whispering, âbut iâm going to ravage you. youâre mine now, bunny.â
you tremble in his hold, cringing at the feeling of his tongue against your skin. âno! sunghoon! please, please!â
then suddenly, sunghoon lets you go. âno?â
âno!â you cry, pleading. âplease!â
ârun, bunny,â sunghoon smirks, his sharp canines making an appearance again. âiâll count to three. iâll give you a headstart. if i catch you, i get to take you.â
you turn on your heels immediately, scrambling to run for your life. youâre still naked, and the ground is rough on your feet as you try to dodge rocks and branches.
âoneâŠâ
youâre heaving, running so hard that you feel like you might throw up.
âtwoâŠâ
but bunnies are known for being quick, arenât they?
âthree! iâm coming, bunny. you canât hide from me!â
your heart drops. you donât know where you are, but you know that sunghoon is already close, you hear his footsteps gradually getting closer to you, and you have nowhere to hide. you look around frantically, looking for something, anything.
your eyes land on a small hole, just big enough to burrow yourself in. thatâs it, you think. youâll hide there.
youâre almost in the hole, digging yourself deeper when you smell him.
âpoor little bunny,â sunghoonâs voice is too close. âare you lost?â
he growls, and you feel his fingers close around your ankle as you get violently dragged from the hole. you were so close.
you let out a bloodcurdling scream.
âfound you.â sunghoon looks crazy. heâs panting, his eyes wide with excitement. âi told you, you canât hide from me. youâre mine. i could smell your fear from a mile away. could smell your sweet, little pussy calling out to me.
âno! please, let me go!â you thrash in his hold, but itâs no use. sunghoon is stronger than you as he straddles your hips, your wrists above your head and held by one of his hands as the other explores your body.
âshhh, bun. iâll take good care of you,â sunghoon laughs, in a frenzy. âyou smell unmated, fresh and sweet. iâve never taken a bunny before. itâll be both our first times, hm?â
you canât reply anymore, youâre choking on your spit and tears, and youâre more than sure that thereâs snot rolling down the sides of your cheeks as well.
âsweet, virgin bunny,â sunghoon leans in to lick your cheek, eating up all your tears and wetness. âyou taste so good, i wonder how you taste down here.â
you kick your legs and thrash when sunghoon lifts his hips. itâs the wrong move, because sunghoon comes back up to snap his teeth at you. he bites at your jaw, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make you go limpâtranquilizing you.
âstay still, bunny. or i really might just eat you instead.â
you cry silently, finally giving up as sunghoon disappears below you. he spreads your legs open, exhaling at the sight of your pussy, all presented to him.
âyou look delicious,â sunghoon leans in, inhaling deeply as he uses his fingers to spread your folds, exposing yourself to him. you feel wetness as he licks a stripe from your asshole to your clit. âyou taste so goodâiâm never going to get enough of you, bunny.â
you whimper as he licks youâpractically eating you with his mouth. your clit is sensitive, the nub starting to swell against your will as he continues to devour you with his tongue.
âbunny,â sunghoon murmurs. âyou like this, donât you?â
ân-no! no, no!â you say, weak. you shake your head, trembling as your ears flatten.
âoh? but your body betrays you. your hole is already getting itself ready for my cock.â sunghoon chuckles, evil. âso wet already.â
sunghoon trails his fingers from your thighs to your pussy, and your hole flutters as he slowly sticks his two fingers past your entrance.
âfuck, bun, youâre so tight,â sunghoon groans. âyour little virgin pussy is going to break when i get my cock in you. how are you going to take my knot like this?â
your eyes widen in fear. âknot? noâsunghoon, i canât!â
âbut you will,â sunghoon raises himself, and youâre horrified to see that heâs already nude. his cock is huge, hard and leaking. his cock is a deep shade of red, bordering on purple with how hard he is. âyouâll make it fit. itâs okay if it doesnât. iâm still going to take you anyways.â
you shake your head as he gets closer to you, one hand around his cock as the tip prods at your entrance. âno! sunghoon! iâm not readyâyouâre going to break me! please!â
sunghoon growls. âshut up. take it. take it like the innocent virgin bunny you are. iâm going to ruin you, youâre going to reek of alpha once iâm done with you. youâll never be able to go home after this.â
he pushes into you roughly, and you canât hold back the scream you let out. your voice cracks with the intensity of your scream. the pain is unbearable, your body just wants to cave in on itself and shut down.
âfuck, youâre so tight. iâm going to break you. iâm going to fill you with my litter. youâre never leaving, youâll take my cum and carry my pups forever.â
sunghoon groans, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucks into you roughly, his balls slapping against your buttcheeks with every thrust. you smell the bloodâthe blood that leaves your cunt as sunghoonâs cock breaks past the first layer inside of you. it drips down your cheeks and onto the dirty ground beneath you, and youâre ashamed.
youâre no longer a virgin anymore. youâve been taken and broken in by the worst kindâa wolf.
sunghoon growls, animalistic, slamming into you at a pace ao brutal that it bruises your insidesâbruising your cervix. then you feel it, the tip of his cock breaching so deep into you, practically reaching your womb.
âyou feel that?â sunghoon groans, rolling his eyes. âiâm so deep inside you, bunny. iâve broken you, iâm going to fuck you so good, every day, every day until your stomach is round with my pups. and then iâll do it again, and again, and again.â
you cry, but your body betrays you. the pain and pleasure makes you want to just die. youâre torn between submitting and fighting back.
your body seems to decide for you as you tighten around sunghoonâs cock.
âfuck, yeah, you like this, donât you? you like being used by me, huh? fucking whore. just wanted to get your virginity stolen away from you by a big, bad wolf, hm? thatâs all you really needed, right?â
sunghoon never lets up. his cock pushes past the entrance of your womb with every thrust, and heâs losing himself in the feeling of being inside your tight, wet heat. your walls are so soft, so tight, practically sucking him in every time he pulls back out, just to slam back in harder than before.
your body keeps betraying you, because on a particularly hard thrust, you seize up, releasing wet, clear liquid all over sunghoonâs cock.
âiâmâiâm peeing!â you squeal, your release still squirting like a waterfall on sunghoonâs cock.
âfuck, bunny, your little pussy just squirted all over me. you like it that much? fuck, fuck,â sunghoon growls, leaning down and pressing his face into your neck. âthatâs it, keep squirting on alphaâs cock, just like that. make it all wet for me, fuck!â
sunghoon does the unimaginable then; he bites you. his teeth sink deep into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, biting down and breaking skin, his canines drawing blood from you.
you cry and scream and thrash in his hold, your pussy weakly clenching around his cock as he forces his mating bite onto youâclaiming you as his for life.
you feel his cock swell, growing larger and bigger. you panic, trying to push him off of you, but itâs no use. heâs going to knot you, and you have no choice but to take it.
he pushes into you, breaking you open and shoving his knot inside of you. it hurts, you feel like youâve been ripped open, and you can feel his body shake with pleasure as he finally releases his cum into your womb.
he keeps grinding and grinding as his cock shoots out more cum, filling you up with his white, hot release, marking you from the inside out.
he releases your neck, then, finally pulling his teeth out of you. you meet his eyes in horror, your mouth dropping open with a sob when you see bloodâyour blood all over sunghoonâs lips and chin.
he smirks, his teeth stained red, as he licks his lips.
âyouâre mine now, little bunny. you canât ever hide from me again.â
sunghoon grinds his cock, inflated with his knot, inside of you, and you know nowâthis is never going to end.
a/n: i feel insane itâs 2am i finished this in an hour pls bare w me if there r any mistakesâŠ
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i'm falling, falling for you
now playing, blossom by enhypen

You're the only savior to me full of scars, you're the only one who taught me how to see me.
jake

the pure nape of my neckâkeepsâdrivingâme crazy, throw meâinto an uncontrollableâdesire.
â§ dib on you
â§ petite
â§ drunk jealousy pt.1
â§ drunk jealousy pt.2
â§ falling trap
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heeseung

how dare you baby, my heart craves it.
â§ dr.lee
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have a great day, people :)
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i'm not fine with this! I need moreeeee, I think I'm in love with this fic đ is that even possible??
color coded â l. hs
You were just browsing, looking at all of the various kinks and fantasies the great world wide web had to offer. Itâs not like you intended to make an account on a specific website to meet someone. Really, you were just curious about what was behind the âonly members can view this pageâ banner. What you definitely werenât expecting was to be pulled into actually meeting one of the men behind said banner, or enjoying it so much that youâd like for him to hurt you more. or the one where you join a kink website and a specific domâs profile catches your attention enough to actually meet him at a hotel and practically ignore your safe words bc man, heâs good.Â
minors dni !! | kindly leave feedback.
WORDCOUNT â 8.7k
PAIRING â heeseung x afab reader
CONTENT â dom!heeseung, open minded sub!reader, smut, reader wants to explore her interests in kinks and finds the best person for the job
WARNINGS â this is mildly cnc in some areas but reader does want it and there are safe words (colors) but she intentionally doesnât use them. sheâs having fun.
NOTE â if youâve read this before itâs bc i wrote it on @/ncteez for johnny ages ago! SHOUT OUT TO MY BELOVED PATREON BABES!! They voted that the member I revamp this for be Heeseung, so now everyone gets another Heeseung work from me :D
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smut tagsâ MONSTER COCK HEESEUNG AGENDA, reader is referred to as: âsweetheartâ, "babyâ, âdirty girlâ, âpain slutâ, and âplaythingâ, face fucking, bulge kink but likeâ via throat, choking, drooling, dirty talk, slapping, restraining, suffocation, degrading, praise, panty sucking, brief oral for the reader, teasing, short lived thigh fucking, cream pie, cock-drunk reader, biting, abuse of breasts, orgasm via nipple stimulation, clit abuse, hair pulling, fingering, overstimulation, Heeseung is kind of a sadist at times, unprotected sex, aftercare
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You joined this website out of curiosity, and you also messaged user SayPlease out of curiosity. You said please to him, you thanked him, you used all of those manners you grew up learning in a way that they were never intended for, andâŠwell, it worked.Â
Truly, it was because you were curious and you had no intentions of actually doing it. You wanted to try out some fantasies in the safety of your own room, alone. You wanted to keep it under wraps and just see how your body reacts to the words and images the people on this website offer. You were expecting your body to react at least a little bit, but you werenât expecting to have one of the best orgasms of your life guided by his words through a muffled speaker.Â
Heeseung knew you were new to this, he knew you were just exploring, and most of all, he knew he could control you. After all, you did so well during that first phone call. Heâs truly not surprised that you were willing to meet with him in person after a short week or so of communicating.Â
All of them eventually want the same thing, youâre no different.Â
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Pulling up to the hotel felt ill-fitting for you considering this isnât something youâd normally do. No, of course not. Why would you go out and meet some random man you met on a fetish website? Why would you be wearing the prettiest panties you own in hopes to get some praise for them? Why would you have been the one to suggest meeting him in the midst of a sexting session where he sent you the most delicious image of his hand squeezing around his cock, texting that he knew youâd do a great job of choking it?Â
Why you, right? No one needs to know that answer. This is a private affair, one where only you and Heeseung know whatâs going to happen. Youâre nervous, based on how he speaks to you alone. You keep forgetting how new you are to all of this. Some rules you know are in place, but what about other things? Will he explain? Will he sit you down and make you sign a contract like what happened in that one book everyone was raving about?Â
The walk from your car to the room with dainty metal numbers screwed into the door felt like it took ages. You didnât have a key, and you were a bit early for this meeting but the anxiety bubbling in your gut said that if you didnât do this now, youâd probably have already been pulling out to drive home and pretend this never happened.
He was already behind that door though, and only when he starts opening it do you realize that never once have you seen his face. Youâve heard his voice, youâve seen his body, but never his face. He, on the other hand, never saw you at all, he only heard you.Â
Is this how this type of thing usually goes down? Are appearances not part of the fun? Suddenly, you find yourself worried that heâs only going to be attractive from the neck down, which would ruin it for you, if youâre being honest.
On instinct you back away from the door, ready to run back to your car and delete your profile, block his number, and erase this endeavor from your memory but when he comes into view,, you find yourself freezing on the spot.
Messy dark hair, somewhat soft eyes, taller than you, pretty smile. This man looks exactly like a dom that would talk to you the way he already has. It doesnât match the face you imagined on him though. Hardened eyes, a grimace on his lips, something along the lines of a person who probably carries themself as some type of cocky prick with a huge ego to match his cock. But no, this is what Heeseung looks like. He looksâŠsoft, and almost compassionate if youâre reading his facial expression right.
He doesnât say anything to you at first, he just watches your reaction to his face reveal all while he takes in what you look like for the first time. He liked the surprise of it all, not knowing what his next partner actually looks like until heâs about to have them on their knees. Heâs had all sorts of partners fulfill his fantasy without the expectation that he would want them too, after all, itâs about the pleasure and not entirely the attraction in his mind. You, however, are incredibly attractive. What a perfect little pair of eyes to match that whining voice of yours that heâs heard so much of. He imagines how much better youâd look while crying..
âThere she is.â He says warmly, stepping to the side and letting you into the room. âMore beautiful than I could have hoped for.âÂ
Already youâre blushing as you step into the room, deciding once and for all that, yeah, youâre doing this. His confidence in complimenting you matches the way he talked to you before, except now heâs in front of you and looking at you. It hits you straight in the stomach, even as you still try to comprehend his kind words versus the ones he growled through the speaker at you just days ago.
Youâre silent as you take your shoes off and stand awkwardly in front of the made-up, plush, probably half-assed cleaned hotel bed.Â
âYouâre nervous?â He chuckles out, locking the door behind him and walking over to casually sit on the bed. His legs fall open easily as he looks down at himself, then up at you through the messy fringe falling in front of his eyes. âYou can still back out, you know.â
You shake your head, struggling not to make eye contact with him.Â
âAre there likeââ Youâre embarrassed by how nervous you are, unable to string together a sentence or try to keep this calm and casual.Â
âHm? Go on, Iâm not going to do anything until youâre sure you want it.â He smiles, cocking his head to the side and trailing his eyes up and down your body. He really canât stop looking at you, hoping that youâll let him have his way. The memory of how you sounded on the phone flooding his mind as he puts your face to the moaning voice over and over again. He remembers how wet you sounded, he could hear you fuck yourself so clearly.Â
âRules. Are there any rules?âÂ
Heeseung darts his eyes to the ceiling in thought. Right, he knows youâre new butâ damn is he selfish.Â
âIf you want rules, we can set them now. A safe word is good,â He pauses, reaching to grab at your hand to pull you next to him. âSit.â
He says it politely, more like an offer than demand but you canât see him as anything other than the dominant man youâd spoken to before. Even with a face that looks as soft as his right now.Â
Your stomach does flips as you obey, already feeling entirely dominated.
âUsually, a safe word is the only thing I set and it tends to help people learn their limits. I will stop if you say it.â He tries to explain, ultimately to leave limitations up to you during the act.Â
After all, since youâre so new, how would you even know what you donât like anyway? Sure, some people in this community find Heeseungâs way of doing things shady at best, but he does communicate his preferred method first. He isnât trying to trick you into doing something you donât want to do, he just wants the freedom to let you explore all of the things that he likes.Â
âIâm not sure what rules are even meant to be set.â You explain, finally gaining enough composure to talk clearly now. âDonât pee in my mouth?â
He nods in agreement with a roll of his eye, looking at you as if he is encouraging you to continue.
âWhatâs the safe word then?â You ask, unintentionally fiddling your fingers in a nervous way. You catch his eye watching you, and you note the way he does his best to calm you from any anxiety.
âSome people pick random words, but colors are usually a good way to go. Yellow for when youâre not sure, but I can keep going. Red for when I need to stop.âÂ
âNo green?â You ask.
âI mean, technically everything is green until you state otherwise, isnât it?âÂ
Heâs right.
âAny other things that are a hard no?â He asks again, ruffling his hair through his fingers. âFair warning, I will hit you, choke you, restrain you, among many other things,â he pauses and looks for your reaction. âunless you tell me now that you donât want it.â
You look at him and how his soft features have hardened slightly with his tense jaw, your thoughts derailing again as you see the words coming from a mouth so plush and pretty.
âIs kissing allowed?â You ask, completely unrelated to his string of offered abuse.
âIf you want to kiss me through all of this, and your mouth is available, sure, I donât see why not.âÂ
You nod, taking it all in. Yellow. Red. No piss (this time). Youâre going to hurt, and you can kiss him.Â
âOkay.â You say in a small voice, looking away from him and down to your lap. âCan you start slow?â
âNo.â Heeseung admits. Heâs incredibly attracted to your nervousness, and even more attracted to the way your voice is already shaking despite not having touched you yet. God, youâre like a brand new canvas. âYou have safe words, use them if itâs too much. I donât âgo slowâ,â He adds, spreading his legs a bit more. âI do what I want, you do what I want, and maybe youâll get what you want in return.â
There is no tone of politeness in his voice now, and you assume he switched fully into this persona the moment you muttered the word âokay.â More nervous now, you almost wonder if itâs too late to back out. Do you even want to? Because now youâre turning and you can see the way heâs looking back at you. Youâre just exploring, and heâs right, you have safe words.
âOkay.â You say again against the anxiety in your belly, knowing that once it starts, thatâs your chance to decide if your exploration was worth it.
Without warning, you hear the zipper of his jeans being pulled at, and before you know it his length is out and on display. He grips it much like he did in the photos he sent to you. Matching his body more to his face now, you stare at it. Itâs much bigger in person, and more intimidating to imagine having inside of you. Not only is it long but itâs incredibly thick, part of you wonders if you could even fit it into your mouth at all.Â
âYou mentioned being on birth control, right? And being tested as clean?â He asks, looking down at himself and then back at you to watch you slowly nod in an answer.
He basks in the way you stare, blinking at the way heâs gripping onto himself for you to see. But, like he said, heâs not going to start slow for you. With the brief discussion and questions out of the way, heâs going in full force.
âOn the floor.â He nods his head to the space between his legs.Â
Your body takes you to the position between his legs without so much as a second thought. Your fingers instinctually land against the harsh fabric of his jeans as you attempt to prepare yourself, swallowing hard at the image of his cock towering before you.Â
âNo, hands behind your back.â He guides you with a smile and watches the way you pull your hands back and put them right where he asked you to.
âAlready so obedient? I knew you wouldnât be hard to handle.âÂ
You canât tell if itâs a compliment or not, but it feels like it is because it sends a sense of pride through you. Does he like to fight for what he wants, or does he prefer having full control?Â
Heeseung releases the grip on his length and places his hand at the back of your head, slowly guiding your mouth to his balls, twitching a bit at the way you instantly have your tongue out to lick and taste wherever he guides you. That alone drives him wild, seeing as how you may be new to this whole submissive thing, but surely you know how to suck a man off, right?
âYou barely even know me, look at you lapping away.â He teases as he watches you, a smirk against his lips while he guides your head up to the underside of his cock. âWhat would your parents think?â
You knew heâd degrade you, but in all fairness, none of what he just said to you is a lie. You donât even know his last name, you didnât even know what he fucking looked like until fifteen minutes ago. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew, and somehow feeling this dirty makes your stomach tumble and panties dampen.
He stops guiding you for a moment, feeling your tongue travel back down to his balls, licking and prodding against them in a way that makes him want to buck his hips up, but he doesnât. He doesnât show want or need for his partners, ever. Thatâs their role to fill, because if he wants to fuck something, he can.Â
âUp,â He guides with a slap to your cheek, feeling your tongue travel up the underside of his cock again. âOpen up.â He adds as he stares down at you, seeing you open your mouth fully while keeping your tongue flat against him.Â
When you circle your lips around the head, you want to take your time. You want to prepare for the fact that Heeseung has a huge cock and itâs going to take some getting used to. Apparently, that wasnât going to happen though, because now his hand is putting pressure on your head to go down, and your body fights it slightly because your throat has never been prepared for this kind of size?.
âNo?â He asks, pulling your head off of him and seeing if youâre already going to give him a red, but you donât. You donât even look at him and instead, focus your eyes on the head of his cock trying to be better prepared.Â
You almost hear the chuckle he lets out, the silent code word of green shining through in the way you say nothing. With that, he places both hands on your head and holds it there.Â
âDeep breathââ He encourages. âLook at me.âÂ
Your eyes dart up to his as you take in a sharp inhale, and then, heâs not sliding in, heâs plunging past your lips, straight down your throat. The thickness of him forces your jaw to strain open as he angles himself, watching you try to close your eyes to refrain from gagging.Â
âOpen your eyes, look at me.â He demands this time, pressing further into your mouth and leaving little room for you to fight it. You do your best to look up at him, straining as he watches his cock disappear deeper into your mouth. Then, he holds you there, stiffening his hips just to twitch his cock and stretch your throat out.
For a moment, ignoring the fact that your lips are being spread impossibly wide and you can feel your throat attempting to constrict around the intrusion, you watch the way his face stares down at you. Heâs really into this. Concentrated on sliding his full, hardened cock as deep as it can go into your mouth. And when he hits the back of your throat a third time and thereâs a tear shedding down your cheek, he fucking chuckles.
âItâs not so bad, right?â He asks, knowing you canât answer with a mouth full of him.Â
Thatâs when the grip on your head becomes harsher and he starts fucking his hips forward, past your lips. He can feel you struggle, squeezing his length as it fills your throat, dripping precum and fully aware that you canât even taste it.Â
âDeeper.â He decides in a quick grunt, standing to his feet from the edge of the bed, holding your face on his cock and pressing in more, until he can hear the drool bubble from the corners of your mouth.
He stares down at you and the way your neck cranes. He can almost see the bulge of his cock intruding your throat as he presses in tightly if he angles his head right. He coos at you, rubbing a thumb against your cheek.Â
âPretty, tight little throat.â Heeseung compliments, reaching his hand down to rest against your neck so that he can feel his length sliding in and out of your throat. âDo you hate this?âÂ
You canât respond, closing your eyes and trying to breathe through your nose. Your jaw is already hurting, your makeup is now ruined, and for some reason, you donât hate it. You like the feeling of your breath being lost, with his hand pressed against any airway you could have possibly used at this moment.Â
Arms still behind your back, you canât help but pull them forward to brace your hands against your own knees as he continues to fuck into your mouth at a more aggressive pace. When he pulls almost all the way out, you steal little gasps that end up sounding more like wet, desperate, attempts to breathe. When he presses all the way back in, bruising your throat in an immaculate show of how big he is, he doesnât make a single sound and only concentrates on the way he can feel his cock sliding against the palm of his hand through the expanse of skin along your neck.Â
He does this for what feels like ages to you, and briefly you forget the pain of it and remember when he texted you the photo, saying youâd probably rather be choking on it. Experiencing it now, itâs more than you had imagined before, but also, in its own way, a million times better than you could have imagined.Â
Heeseungâs hips start to slow as he releases his grip on your neck and moves his hands either side of your head. He holds you there on him as he tenses his muscles, your nose pressing against his abdomen and you can feel his cock twitch in the deepest depths your throat has to offer. You are continuously gagging around him and only now does he let out a moan, one that is deep and breathy. You open your eyes to try and look, but the angle doesnât allow for it. All you can see is the expanse of skin along his abdomen and chest before his hands release your head.
Heâs expecting you to pull back, considering you havenât gotten a full breath of air since he started doing this, but you don't. He jerks his head down to look at you when he feels your hands grip at his jeans again. Heeseung doesnât even think to tell you to put them back behind your back now, because you are willingly still choking on him. He can feel your tongue struggle to share the space in your mouth with him, the heaviness of his cock weighing it down.
âShitââ He groans, staring down at you and the way you close your eyes so tightly in concentration, all in an attempt to please him. âOh, fuck.â He throws his head back again this time, feeling the way you try to move your mouth on him, essentially deep-throating all on your own.
When he looks back down at you, heâs floored by the wetness against your cheeks. Youâve been crying this whole time, dribbling drool, and taking it so well. He makes a point to pull himself out of you because of it.Â
The whimper that leaves your lips is something he doesnât think he can forget. A raspy whimper. A fucking cry, heâd be lying if it didnât sound like you were disappointed that he stopped suffocating you.
âEager to please.â He starts sweetly, pinching your drool-coated chin between his thumb and pointer finger. âYou like letting me use that tight little throat?â
You blink through your tears, nodding to him. You surprised yourself with how much you were able to take in that instant, and how willing you were to do it for longer.Â
âLike you were made for it,â He hisses out this time, pulling you up by the chin so that you can stand in front of him, âShow me how wet this pussy is.âÂ
You canât look away from his eyes, especially with the way he stares directly into yours when he cups his palm between your legs. Even with your clothes on, your body prickles with goosebumps at the sensation of him touching you there.Â
âCan feel you through these shorts,â he smiles, dipping his head down to ghost over the shell of your ear before moving his hand to the button of your shorts. âDo you want me to touch you? I bet you do.â
Youâve never begged before, and you never really understood why people begged at all, but at this moment you think you would absolutely fall right back to your knees and plead for him to touch you. You can feel your shorts sticking to you, your panties uncomfortably tucked into your seeping pussy at the very act of him fucking your mouth.Â
âPlease?â You choke out, voice still raspy as you try to speak.
Heeseung chuckles at your pathetic attempt and pulls you by your shorts to step forward as he takes one step back. He shakes his head at you in pity, sitting himself on the bed as he drags you to stand between his legs.Â
âTurn around.â He guides you with his hand before circling your ass with his hands and landing a short slap against the back of your thigh. âNow, sit.â
He still guides you, positioning his cock between both of your plush thighs and holding in a shiver at the way the hem of your shorts drags against his length.Â
You know you get nothing out of this, and heâs not going to touch you yet but fuck, you need it at this point. He watched you gag around him, he watched you try your fucking best, and this is what you get in return? The head of his cock peeking from your thighs as you squeeze around them? So be it.Â
You keep both feet on the floor, doing your best to keep your legs together as you make an attempt to bounce against his lap but he stops you instantly.
âI didnât say you could move,â he warns, placing his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist before leaning both of you back and then rolling you over to your side. âCross your legs and squeeze. Donât move.â
You do exactly as he asks, crossing your legs at the ankle and lying there still as he slips his cock from between your thighs. You wait like this for a moment before you feel the head of his length nudging between, this time more wet than before, and then his hand is traveling to your belly and under your shirt from behind you.Â
âBig tits too, ever gotten off from nipple play?â he whispers, his hand ignoring your bra and pinching straight through the sheer fabric against your nipple. âWould love to see how youâd drench these shorts if you could do that for me.âÂ
Your mind is racing, feeling his fingers tightening the pinch against your nipple and his cock lazily sliding between your thighs. You shake your head, not knowing if it is even possible to get off that way. Sensitive tits aside, if he can do it, you might just have to find a way to claim Heeseung as your dom, and no one else's.
âYou havenât?â He chuckles from behind you, snaking his other hand under you and up to your other tit. âLetâs see.âÂ
He uses both hands to move your bra to the outer swell of your breasts and gropes both of them before pausing and focusing on his cock between your legs for a split second.Â
âKeep your legs tight for me, babe, Iâll reward you for it.âÂ
You squeeze your legs tighter as you feel his fingertips gently flick both of your nipples. You try to focus on that sensation alone, feeling a short jolt of pleasure travel down your body and straight to your clit. God, you want him to touch your pussy so badly, because thereâs no way you can get off from this alone.Â
His focus falls back to you, fucking his hips forward all while he allows his fingers to put more and more pressure into the flicks and pinches. You must not realize the way your body trembles even at this, and itâs driving him fucking insane. Youâre so new to this, but you suck cock like youâve been a submissive plaything for years. You have so much to learn, so much to experience, and itâs hard for him not to want to do it all right here, right fucking now.Â
Without warning, he pulls his hips back and leaves his cock untouched. Youâre about to turn your body to him in confusion but he does it for you. Rolling you over onto your back before kicking his own pants off. Now, he positions himself between your legs. He looks at you, deep and dark eyes matching the smirk on his face.
âShow me,â he starts, pulling your shirt off of you in one swift motion and staring down at your chest. âWanna see them before I fucking ruin them.âÂ
Typically, itâs normal for you to be fairly silent in these situations, so having no response for him isnât a surprise. What is surprising is the way your throat instantly forces out a small moan when his legs force you to spread yours as he settles between them.
Even the sensation of your pussy opening beneath your shorts at the spread of your legs has you feeling more aroused than before. So, when he shocks you with a quick slap against one of your tits, youâre not even surprised that it feels good.
He watches your face after that slap, your slack jaw rising into a small and cocky smirk at the realization that youâre liking what heâs doing. Heâs still in the green, so he slaps again, harder this time before leaning down and licking the spot he just hit.Â
He pulls your bra up with one hand, raising it to your collar bone to release both of your tits and leaving them vulnerable to any hit, kiss, bite, or pinch he has to offer. You donât care, because when you manage to open your eyes and look at him, heâs entirely focused on the way your nipples harden and soften from the sensations.Â
When he leans down to lick, your pussy clenches at the wet heat of his tongue flicking your nipple, and when his teeth graze as a warning for a future bite, you only anticipate it. Your body instinctively humping up each time a jolt is sent to your clit. He bites hard, and then pulls back to slap against your other tit even harder. Until youâre left shaking, babbling incoherently with gasps and curses.Â
âDoes it hurt enough?â He coos, leaning back down to lick the growing swell against your tits. âDo you want more?â
Heâs surprised that you nod, chuckling to himself because he was already going just as hard as he normally would when a woman likes breast abuse. You want more? You want him to go harder? He hums in response, using one hand to grip harshly against one tit and dipping down to suck against a particularly swollen and sore area on the other..Â
You feel the pain, the sensation running down your body much like the arousal and pleasure does. Itâs almost hard to tell the difference between them, aside from the fact that the pain actually hits harder. The feeling of his mouth abusing you, his hands, all while his cock is hanging heavy and neglected against your thigh? You can take more than this even, youâre sure of it.Â
Without really intended to, your hands find their way to his hair. He almost pulls back to demand that you let go, to inform you that he gave no permission to touch him, but the way you pull against his strands has him replacing his harsh sucking and biting against your flesh to flicking his tongue against your nipple again. Surely, you can cum from this, surely, youâre close if youâre stepping out of line, right?Â
Heâs going to make damn sure youâre soaking your shorts before he rewards you again, after all.Â
You moan at the flutters of his tongue gently flicking your nipple, especially in contrast to his other hand bruising your other breast. Itâs strange, really, to feel that familiar build up in your stomach but then again, your panties are tucked so tightly between your lips that your clothing is actually offering a bit of pleasure on that front too. Your clit is harshly being restricted and somehow, that offers relief in its own way.Â
For the first time in your life, you feel waves washing through your body that feel so hot that youâre sure you have a fever. He continues to stimulate your nipples, replacing his tongue with his other hand as he pulls back and watches you fall apart beneath him. His cock twitches wildly at the image. Your lips parting, tongue darting out to try and collect the saliva threatening to fall from the corners of your mouth, eyes rolled back before you squeeze them tightly and fucking tremble.
Your lower half is humping up, your chest is chasing the abuse of his fingers, and you feel nothing but heat as you orgasm for an embarrassingly long time. All the way until your ears pick up the sound of him cooing at you.Â
âDirty girl, you made a mess.â He smiles, releasing your tits and sliding down the bed before resting his chin on your knee.Â
Youâve barely come back to reality when you feel your shorts unsticking from your pathetic cunt. Panties still tucked uncomfortably against you, he tries to coo again, but instead he groans at the image of both your pussy and your shorts.
âFuck,â he stares. âSo goddamn wet.â
He analyzes your shorts briefly before tossing them to the side and bracing both hands on your knees to spread your legs out. There, he hooks his pointer finger beneath the panties sitting between your pussy lips pulls them out.Â
âSo messy for me.â he comments, realizing that your entire pussy is glistening with arousal. He pulls your panties off of you easily, eyes focused on the way your hole pulses for something, anything.
You werenât expecting him to do it, but then again, you werenât expecting to let him do it when he shoves the panties into your face.
âSay ahhh.â He smiles, pressing the panties into your mouth with two fingers when you instantly obey. âSuck.â
You do, wondering how the fuck you ended up in a situation where this actually turns you on. Heâs loving it though, watching your pussy pulse even more as you suck your own mess out of the fabric. You almost forgot his promise of a reward, if youâre being honest. So, yet again, youâre surprised when you feel his tongue, without any warning, lick straight against that pulsing hole and up to your clit.Â
Your legs shake around him, instinctively closing around his head before both of his strong arms spread them back out again. He chuckles against your pussy, and when you inhale to try and regain control of the sensitive pleasure taking over your body, you can only taste yourself. Each breath replaced with your past orgasm, each moan coming out as a choked and desperate whine.Â
The pleasure is short lived though. Heeseung takes note of your whining, licking and tasting you to the point that heâs the one thatâs about to fucking lose it. Heâs quick to regain his control, licking a languid stripe up your folds before landing against your clit and grazing his teeth against it.Â
He holds you down when you jump at it, groaning at the sensitivity and pain. He grazes his teeth against it again, and again, and then finally nibbles against it. Your whining gets louder and he swears he can hear a whisper of a âwait, stopââ as you spit the panties out of your mouth and your legs still try to squeeze around him, but he holds you down more, chuckling.
âYou know thatâs not going to stop me.â Heeseung reminds you before nibbling again.Â
You could end this torture right now. Your clit has been neglected this whole time until now, and itâs not gentle. Heâs biting, heâs grazing, and it fucking hurts. All you have to do is say the color, all you have to do is choke it out between his evil ministrations, but you donât.Â
âThatâs what I thought.â He laughs, leaning back and sitting up between your legs. He releases his hold on your hips, now pressing one hand flat on your stomach and holding you down that way instead before slapping your clit.Â
âDidnât expect you to be a pain slut.âÂ
You groan, unable to answer between his quick slaps to your clit. Swallowing hard, you try to speak. He notices your attempt and holds back his next, harsher slap.Â
âBaby wants to speak now?â He asks, rubbing your clit gently and encouraging you to try.Â
âYellow,â you finally whimper, and he raises his brow.Â
âOh?â He confirms, waiting for you to nod before holding back entirely from the slaps and instead, pinching your clit much like he did to your nipples.
For some fucking reason, this hurts more than the slaps but the consistent pain is more tolerable than the sudden, anticipated slaps. This, you like.
âMhm,â You manage to moan out this time, biting at your bottom lip as your eyes roll back in pleasured pain, hips humping up for more.Â
He tilts his head, liking the way you whine for it, happy to have found someone so willing to hurt for him. He pinches harder, watching you react, he dips his head down again and offers a bit more pleasure that way too as a means of secret reward. All the way until your legs are shaking, and he knows now that youâre already about to cum again.
Despite your confirmation and willingness to let him continue the abuse of your pussy, he pulls back entirely, collecting the wet seeping out of you and sliding it down his cock with his fist.Â
âEyes on me.â He demands, staring between your legs. You listen, managing to open your eyes in frustration and watch him. âWere you about to cum again?âÂ
His eyes dart to you, and your pussy pulses yet again when you nod, releasing a frustrated sigh. He ignores it, looking back down at your hole, his thought process switching to his own pleasure.
âDo you know how much I want it to hurt when you do?â He asks again, fisting his cock faster, using his other hand to grab your face and force you to look into his eyes. âI could be so fucking deep inside of you right now, you know that, right?â
You groan, your body threatening to release something that resembles an orgasm on those words alone.Â
âFuckââ You try to moan for him, you try to beg, but he stops you by squeezing your cheeks tighter.Â
âFuck, what?â He asks, feeling his own orgasm welling up inside of him before he grips the base of his cock, denying him of that pleasure. âYou?âÂ
You nod aggressively, your hand reaching to grip his arms and brace yourself.Â
âSay it,â he demands, releasing his cock and using his other hand to run his fingers up your pussy. âScream it, beg me.â
You choke out the words before releasing a raspy shout, begging a man you barely know to stretch you open, to use you as he sees fit, salivating at the very idea of him doing it more than he already has.Â
âYeah, just like that,â he groans at the sound of your desperate voice, standing to his feet. He quickly removes the rest of his clothes, the musky scent of him blowing past you as he throws his shirt over your face. âYouâd let me do anything right now, wouldnât you? â
Instantly you do, trying to adjust your head to knock his shirt away and off of you, only half of it slides away, allowing you to peek at him with one eye.
âCome on, take it.â He says, glancing down at his cock as he stands at the foot of the bed in front of you. âYou think Iâm going to fuck you?â
âFuck yourself.â He smiles in a cocky, almost evil way. âGet on it babe.â
Honestly, itâs like youâre seeing tunnel vision. Nothing in this room exists but you and his cock. Entirely tuned into your pleasure, your pussy aching from sensitivity and lack of being stretched open, youâre instantly leaning forward to get to him, leaving your tits abandoned almost instantly.
He watches the way you pull yourself from the bed, acting like an animal as you fall to your knees and take him into your mouth much like you did before. His jaw tenses at your hunger, and he holds back a moan at the way you appear to have lost yourself entirely for him. He doesnât fuck his hips forward, he doesnât touch you, he just stands there. Watching you unravel on your knees, feeling your eager tongue try to force a reaction from him.Â
âI said to fuck yourself,â He warns, stepping back and pulling his cock from your mouth. âDidnât you just beg?â
He smiles when he says it, and in your head, you donât care if itâs some sort of trick or play of words. Youâd gladly spread out on the bed and absolutely pound your pussy on your fingers alone if he so much as hinted for you to do it, but at this point his cock is out, and itâs heavy.Â
Heeseung is a bit shocked when you shove him back, eyes still glazed over in a way that shows him that youâre not in your right mind. He steps back, allowing you to press him all the way until heâs leaned against the hotel vanity. Raising his brow, kind of impressed, he allows you to hook one leg around him and instantly holds your leg in place to balance you there.
He still says nothing, he doesnât move past holding your leg in place around him, and his eyes remain on yours as you reach between the two of you and position his cock straight to your hungry cunt. There, he chuckles when your face turns from something that seemed determined, into relief at the stretch of his head entering past your lips.Â
Still, he stands, chuckling at how desperate you are to fuck him this way, rather than just turning around and bending over. Surely the position would be easier for you, but then it all makes sense when he feels your lips slacked against his, panting against him as you make attempts to find some sort of rhythm.
You did ask if kissing was allowed, and god, youâre like a fucking animal. He breathes into it, pressing his tongue past your slack lips and tasting the remnants of your panties.
âYouâre already so gone,â he whispers into your mouth, feeling your shallow humps on his cock. âIâm hardly even inside of you, I said I could go deep.âÂ
You donât really hear those words. Honestly, your body is moving on its own and doing what it can do at this moment. The angle isnât easy, but you wanted to kiss him so fucking badly.
He pulls out of you though, leaving little reaction for you to do anything other than feel embarrassed by your attempt to fuck yourself on him just for a kiss. He doesnât expect you to keep going though, apparently, because heâs instantly swirling you around and shoving you to the bed. Bending you over and placing a hand at the back of your head before pressing your face into the blankets. His other hand holding both of your hands behind your back with ease.Â
âBetter?â He asks, easily positioning his cock and shoving into you with one quick thrust, bottoming out entirely. âHm?â He adds, pulling out and shoving in again.Â
Your mouth is open in a silent moan at the intense stretch, tasting nothing but the fabric of the blanket your face is currently shoved into.Â
âCanât hear you,â He grunts, picking up the pace and pistoning his cock in and out of you so fast that you can barely catch your breath regardless of the blankets already making it difficult. âYou like it so fucking deep, donât you?â
You canât answer. You can only groan at the feeling of his cock stretching you open repeatedly, at his hand shoving your face further against the mattress until all you can do is tense your body.Â
He feels it, your pussy clenching around him so tightly that even he gets the breath knocked out of him. Gripping your hair, he pulls your head up and listens to your gasps for air. His hips slam harder, harder, harder, until he feels the pleasure threaten to hit him. Thatâs when he stops, burying himself into you entirely before releasing your head and falling forward against you.Â
âDonât fucking move.â He warns, twitching inside of you as he feels you heave for air beneath him.Â
You try not to move, but your sensitive body reacts to even the sound of his breath behind your ear. Everything is more sensitive than you could ever imagine your body being. Your bruised and swollen tits are throbbing against the mattress, your clit is pulsing at the fullness of his cock inside of you, and your pussy is struggling still to adjust to his size. It feels fucking immaculate. You want him to move, you want to move. You want to be fucked, obliterated, destroyed.Â
âWaitââ You manage to muffle out, knowing full well that itâll get him to do the exact opposite.Â
âIâm not even fucking you,â he laughs, pressing his hips forward a bit more, causing you to whimper in response.Â
âStop, just, give me a second.â You cry out.
âNot how this works.â He laughs, pulling his hips back and pointedly thrusting into you again. âSo dumb you forgot how to use your words properly?âÂ
You nod, smirking against the blankets.
âLiar.â He groans, amused by your little attempts to control how hard he goes. âIf you want it harder, all you have to do is beg.â
His hips speed up, this time thrusting into you so hard that the bed itself scoots further forward and bangs against the wall. You yelp in pleasure, rolling your eyes back and wanting so badly to see his face as he fucks you.
âHeeâ please.â You groan and he pulls back, wondering if you actually are so lost that youâve forgotten the colors.Â
âColors, sweetheart. Red for stop.â He goes harder, harder, harder, âOr is this exactly what you want?âÂ
You shake your head almost aggressively at that, bracing your hands on the bed and pushing your ass back against him.Â
It floors him, really, that youâll ask him to stop and then blatantly ignore your own words by fucking yourself back on him. Youâre insane, honestly.
âPlease what, then?â He asks out of breath, smiling as he watches you fuck back against him.Â
âLet me see you do it.â You whine out, desperate to feel intimate, to feel close.Â
He obliges, tilting his head at the request but allowing it nonetheless. You can feel him slip out of you before his fingers replace his cock. He doesnât want to lose the feeling of your clenched pussy even for a moment as he guides you to roll over and shoves you back on the bed, your legs hanging off the end of it. He braces himself at the end of the mattress, resting his cock against your you as he scissors his fingers inside of you with a smile.Â
âWanna see me fucking ruin you?â He smirks at you, pulling at your legs and guiding you to wrap them around him. âThen watch.â
You do, eyes zoned in on him as he grips tightly at your legs and pulls his fingers out of you. You canât even catch your breath, which is no longer a shock to you, when he slides back into you. Studying his face as he does it, you canât tell if he feels good or if this is just a service he does on the regular. You wonder what youâd have to do to break that stone-cold look in his eyes, what it takes to get him to moan without restraint, to show you that youâre also making him feel good.
He fucks you so well, so deep, and god, it becomes so difficult to keep your eyes on him with each painful thrust. The bed continues to knock against the wall, your cries become louder and louder, and finally, fucking finally, you hear him release his breath in a low and guttural moan.Â
Thatâs it. Thatâs what you want to hear from him, time and time again.Â
âHarder,â you urge him, feeling his hands tighten around your legs before heâs releasing them and dropping his hand to your throat. âHarder.â You continue now with a strained voice.Â
He does, putting all of his strength behind his thrusts, losing himself momentarily in the moment and squeezing your throat tighter as he grunts out at you with a defeated chuckle.
âOf course, youâd be the one to pull this out of me.â He admits, his smile never falling from his lips as he closes his eyes and listens to the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of you. âOf course, youâd be the one to grip my cock like this.â
Youâre gone, not even realizing that youâve been on the edge for a while now in the way his thick cock continuously massages your g-spot. You tighten your legs around him, forcing him to bury himself deep inside of you as you clench and grip around him in a release.Â
He allows it, surprising himself for being so lenient, then slides his hand up your throat before releasing it and using two of his fingers to hook your mouth open. There, he watches you drench him, he feels your arousal gushing out of your stuffed pussy and onto the bed, and now, now itâs his turn.Â
âThatâs it, all over me, babyââ he coos, pulling his hips back and slamming back into you despite your tightened legs around him. âFeel it.â he adds, accenting his words with another particularly deep thrust.Â
Youâre entirely silent, and heâs loving it as he slides his fingers deeper into your mouth, holding your tongue down and imagining which way heâd like to fill you up. He could watch his seed run down your thighs, he could pull out and fuck your throat until climax, he could pull out and deny himself a bit more, just to see you fall apart more.Â
It hits him a bit too fast though, when heâs looking down your throat and watching your eyes slowly open to look at him. Thereâs the tears, your sensitive pussy probably begging for him to pull out, to give you some relief, to be gentle. He offers one last thing to you, pulling his fingers from your mouth and dragging them down.
There, he rubs against your swollen clit until youâre writhing under him to get away. Still no safe words have been used, and youâre fully capable of stopping him at this moment. But you donât. So, he doesnât stop. The sensation of your body writhing, fighting the pain, chasing the smallest hint of pleasure throws him into his release. He presses into you so hard that the bed remains in a slightly tilted position, fitting snugly against the wall as he paints your inner walls with thick, hot cum.Â
You whimper at the feeling, legs falling open from around him as your body tries to wiggle away with your post-orgasm shocks. He moans each time, falling forward half way through his orgasm..Â
âYou feel that?â He growls against your ear as he fucks his the entire mess into you. âIs this what you wanted to see?â
You listen to him speak, the words matching the pain in your body to such an extent that youâd probably let him keep going if he wanted to. Youâd let him break you of all sanity, youâd let him tie you up, use you, abuse you.Â
And when he goes silent, his sweat dampened skin raises and he slips out of you with care and a deep sigh of relief. You simply lay there, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how long youâve been here, why it took you so long to explore this side of your sexuality, and why youâre not ready for it to be over, despite your aching body.Â
You feel his presence leave you for a brief moment and return with a warm and wet towel, and you jolt when it touches between your legs. Your body jolts in aversion at the feeling of the rough material against your clit, but still you try to relax.
âYou must be sensitive,â Heeseung says gently with a voice youâve never heard from him, âThey always are after their first time.â
Nodding, you try to pull yourself up and close your legs, but your body feels stiff again.Â
âRelax, youâll probably faint if you try to stand up too fast.â He tries to explain, folding the towel over to clean you with a different side of it. âItâs not like a normal hook up, you know? If youâre gonna let me hurt you, youâve gotta let me take care of you after.â
Your throat is dry as you lay there, the sensation of even his gentle touches feeling like too much to handle. You feel like you canât move, so you trust his words and try to relax.
âThatâs it, yeah,â He encourages, going to try and help you shuffle your body up to the head of the bead so that you at least have a pillow. âTake your time. You have my number if you ever wanna meet up again.â
With that, Heeseung steps himself into the bathroom and cleans himself up. When he comes back out, heâs already dressed and fixing his hair in the mirror before heading toward the door.
âWait,â You panic, lifting up quickly and feeling a bit light headed at the sudden movement, âYouâre leaving?âÂ
He smiles at you, nodding. Everything else you do as a newcomer may be fairly expected, but itâs rare when Heeseung ends up with someone who doesnât want him to leave after.Â
âI do have a day job, you know,â He tries to play it off as a joke, but he really didnât think you expected him to stay after general aftercare. âStay here and rest up. Check out is tomorrow at eleven so feel free to enjoy the room. Not sure if you noticed, but itâs one of the nicest hotels in the city.â
Oh. Right, you didnât notice. After all, when you got to the door the room practically didnât exist to you outside of the floor in front of the bed, the bed, and the ceiling.Â
âRed.â You say, unsure if itâll work.
âYou canât do that.â He finds it sweet, but dangerous nevertheless. He doesnât sleep over with his website meetups. Heâs here to bring you pleasure and pain sexually, not emotionally. âLike I said, youâve got my number.â
Youâre silent, watching him turn the knob on the door.Â
âOh and,â He pauses, turning to look at you. âDonât go off with other randoms from the site. Some of them donât offer the kindness I offered to you today. Ease into it, Iâll be around to help if you need me.â
Wondering if heâs implying that you should only see him when it comes to this sexual dynamic, you nod to him, trying to ignore the fact that he claimed âkindnessâ was being offered to you. If this was him being kind, you canât help but wonder what heâs like when heâsâŠyou know, not.
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warnings â (1.2k words) noncon/dubcon, step-cest, jealousy, shower sex, clit pinching, semi public (?) sex, brief mention of filming but no actual filming, brief cum eating, allusions to/brief oral (f!rec) let me know if i missed any!
it was wrong. it was terribly, terribly wrong. but heeseung couldn't stop himself. he couldn't stop himself before, how could he possibly have even a tiny semblance of self control now?
it wasn't even completely his fault. you were at fault too. why were you always wearing such skimpy clothes around him?
it didn't even stop there. you went ahead and had the audacity to go out on a date with one of the lame guys from your uni, coming back home to brag about it, to him of all people. of course you had it coming for you.
there was no way you didn't expect him to come and find you later, right? especially not when you were taking a bath, when both of your parents were home?
why were you even trying to scream? weren't you aware that he was going to slap his hand over your mouth immediately if you tried? that he would slam the bathroom door shut, locking it? so what if he took his hand off your mouth? didn't you know that your own bathroom was soundproof? were you that much of an oblivious baby?
why were you even trying to resist him? trying to stop him from turning you around, your hands on the glass partition, that was separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom? why were you trying to beg him to stop? did you seriously think he was going to listen to you?
âh-heeseung, pleaseâdonât do this, pleaseâiâm your sister, pleââ
âshut the fuck up. you're not my fucking sister, we are not fucking related. stop trying to deter me from claiming what is rightfully mine, because if you haven't already realised, i am not going to stop until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.â
if that wasn't clear enough, then he had no idea what else would make you finally understand that you were his, and that he was doing nothing wrong. he was simply laying his claim on his property.
at least that's what he thought, as he ignored your cries to stop, and how this was apparently âmorally inappropriateâ or whatever the fuck kind of bullshit you were spewing. he could barely hear you anyways, not over the running shower, and the sound of his zipper, as he pulled it down.
he barely even cared about any kind of foreplayâyou lost that privilege the moment you went out with another guyâgrabbing your ass tightly, pushing his throbbing cock into you. the loud cry from you fell on deaf ears, as he marveled at the way your pussy sucked him in like a glove. it was like it was made to take his cock, and just his alone.
pushing down on your back, he forced you to arch yourself further, pushing your ass up. gripping your ass cheeks tightly, he spread them, giving him a view of both of your holes. he pulled out almost completely, before pushing right back in, burying himself to the hilt. your breath caught in your throat, the muscle almost closing up. thisâthis was your brotherâstep-brother, yes, but brother nonetheless. this wasn't supposed to feel good. especially since he was taking you without consent. but⊠there was no denying that the way his cock throbbed inside you made flames of heat lick your lower stomach, your walls clamping around his length, squeezing him.
heeseung wasn't stupid. he could tell your initial resistance was melting away, and he wasn't going to make you change your mind. not anytime soon. not that you could change your mind, given how he was starting to pound into you, every moan you let out and every slurping noise from your cunt too loud, too real to ignore.
âhngâfuck, heeseung! s-slow down, fuck fuck fuckâ!â it was hard for you to keep up with his almost animalistic pace, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust, your sinful activities fogging up the glass partition.
he ignored you, of course. did you actually expect him to listen to you? it's not like you actually wanted him to listen to you. it was just the dumb part of your brain babbling utter nonsense. isn't that so?
at least that's what heeseung thought, as his hand sneaked down to your clit, pinching it, before rubbing it furiously. your moans gradually increased in volume sounding like pure sin to his ears. god, he wished he had recorded all of it, your moans embedded in his brain forever. but that's fine, this wasn't going to be the last time he fucks you. no, absolutely not. not after he finally got to experience the exquisite feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock, clenching down on him so fucking hard.
lifting your hips slightly, heeseung angled his thrusts to hit your sweet spot, driving into it with every thrust. as he battered that spongy spot in your walls with his cock, making sure you could see stars, he gave one last flick to your hardened bundle of nerves, making the spring in your stomach finally uncoil. you cameâhardâall over his cock, pulsing around it, drenching his length in your juices.
heeseung kept pounding into you through your orgasm, groaning at the sight of the white ring forming at his base. he pinched your clit again, harder this time, drawing your orgasm. with a cry of pleasure bordering that of pain, you clamped down harder on his length, your legs shaking. the way your cunt squeezed him tightly was enough for him to bury himself to the hilt inside your pussy. with a groan, he flooded your inner walls with his cum, painting your insides white. warm ropes of cum kept bursting out of his tip, as he kept shallowly thrusting in and out of you, riding out his orgasm.
after what felt like ages, he finally stopped cumming, pulling his softening cock out of you. your legs were shaking uncontrollably, the glass partition completely fogged up. but he didn't care. not when he had such a wonderfully sinful sight in front of him.
he grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them slowly, watching his cum drip down your hole, onto the wet floor below, mixing with the water. this was his girl, dripping with his cum down her legs. the sight was enough for his flaccid cock to twitch back to life. but first, he needed to clean up his pretty girl.
which was whyâto your absolute horrorâhe sank down to his knees, already licking a stripe up your slit, collecting the mixture of his and your cum on his tongue. he mixed it with his spit, rolling the mixture around in his mouth, before spitting right back on your hole. you flinched at the feeling, but barely had time to react in any other way, before his entire mouth was on your dripping pussy, sucking the cum out of you like his life depended on it.
wellâwho knew pretending to not be utterly bitchless would finally encourage your step brother to stop acting like heâs holier-than-thou, and make a move on you?
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the one where heeseung spirals into a twisted obsession after meeting his lovely stepdaughter.
âș PAIRING: lee heeseung x female reader
âș GENRE: stepdad au, a/b/o au, smut
âș WORD COUNT: 9.2k
âș CW/TW: alpha!heeseung, omega!reader, stepcest, infidelity, age gap, obsession, possessiveness, grinding, begging, spanking, spitting, fingering, biting, daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, hand job, pussy slaps, oral sex (f), squirting, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, knotting
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Heeseung has always had obsessive tendencies.
Ever since he was a kid, he would fixate on something (or someone) until it became his or until he grew sick of it. His parents had brushed it off as a normal alpha disposition. They claimed he was territorial like any other alpha, so there was nothing to really worry about. Even back then, Heeseung knew that obsessive was a better word to describe him. Either way, because of this enabling, he never tried to correct his behavior despite knowing it wasnât entirely normal.
As the years passed, Heeseung was able to control himself better (for the most part). After college, nothing really grabbed his attention the way it used to, and he mistakenly thought it was because he had finally grown out of his obsessive tendencies.
That undesirable part of him lay dormant for so long that he was able to lead a normal life. He even found a nice beta to settle down with. She was older than him and willing to placate him in every way. Even though Heeseung didnât love her, she gave her entire heart to him. His selfishness allowed him to accept everything she was willing to give him, and he never once felt bad about it. After all, his wife wanted nothing more than to support him and make him a better man. Which she sort of did. At some point, Heeseung was convinced that he was slowly shedding the obsessive part of his personality completely thanks to his wife.
That illusion shattered the moment he met his wifeâs daughter.
Heeseung always knew his wife had a daughter that was in college because she told him about you on their second date. Honestly, heâd put the information in the back of his mind because his wife made it clear that you had your own life and werenât all that interested in hers. According to her, you deviated from the typical omega because you werenât affectionate or clingy. She made the offhand comment that your unnatural disposition is the reason you havenât gone through your first heat despite being well past the age for it.
Even though he thought that was beyond strange, he didnât care enough to ask more. After all, he would probably only ever see you a few times a year.
Itâs a hot summer day when Heeseung meets you. His wife isnât all that thrilled about you coming over, but apparently you need to get something from her that canât wait for another time. There are no secrets in his marriage, but for the first time ever, his loving wife refuses to tell him what it is that you need so badly.
Heeseung comes downstairs when he hears his wife open the door. Her greeting is unenthusiastic, and he manages to catch the tail end of an awkward hug. At first he thinks itâs because of your supposed aversion to affection, but when he watches his wife shove a small bag in your hands like itâs some big inconvenience, he thinks maybe youâre not the problem.
Once he gets closer, heâs hit with an unnaturally sweet scent at full force. Itâs mouth-watering and dizzying in the best way. The beast inside him wants nothing more than to bury its nose in the source and never come up for air.
âHoney!â His wife exclaims as she leads you to the living room. âCome here. I want you to meet someone.â
The second he lays his eyes on youâa pretty college girl that has yet to go through her first heatâheâs unable to control the familiar dark feeling building in his chest. His pulse starts to race, and right then he realizes that his wife hadnât helped him break his obsessive streak at all.
Your alluring eyes and bashful smile are completely entrancing. They radiate an intense beauty he didnât believe existed in this world. Somehow, Heeseung is able to hide the dark desire consuming him as he introduces himself. Your voice is soft and gentle when you say your name as if youâre still wary of him. He finds it adorable, and so damn tempting. Already, his cock is twitching and coming alive.
âWhy didnât your little boyfriend come with you?â Your momâs voice yanks Heeseung out of his trance.
A sickening feeling pinches his gut. Boyfriend?
âJake and I arenât together anymore, mom.â You say it so indifferently that Heeseung has to hold back a sigh of relief. âI told you that last time we talked.â
Not that you having a boyfriend would have posed too much of a problem, but it definitely wouldâve made things more difficult for him.
âAre you staying for dinner, Y/N?â Heeseung wonders, hoping youâll say yes.
You tilt your head slightly, eyes shifting beside him to exchange a look with your mom. Whatever you see on her face makes you shake your head. Your pretty lips pull down slightly in genuine regret. âNoâSorry. Maybe next time.â
Heeseung resists the urge to shake off his wifeâs touch when her hands snake around his arm. He can feel her smile against his bicep. Itâs revolting and puzzling. Why wouldnât she want her own daughter around?
âThatâs okay, sweetie. Weâll have dinner some other time whenever youâre free.â
She sounds smug, but you donât offer her any reaction. All you do is politely say your goodbyes before hastily leaving the house.
If Heeseung were any other man, he wouldâve been happy to have his wife all to himself again. However, all he can think of is you now. His hidden stepdaughter who evoked emotions from him that are intense enough to fuel the sprouting of an obsession.
âClasses start soon,â Heeseung mentions casually the next morning. âDoes Y/N usually stay on campus?â
The sour look on his wifeâs face is quickly masked when she takes a sip of her coffee. âShe started living with that Jake boy after she graduated high school. He has an apartment near the university.â
Heeseung tries not to sneer at the mention of the boy who had clearly been an important part of your life. âIt didnât bother you that she ran off to live with some boy so soon after finishing school?â
His wife scoffs. âShe was already an adult when she decided to live with him. Itâs not like I could stop her.â
More like she didnât want to.
âInvite her to stay with us.â
The words are casual and could be seen as considerate to anyone who didnât know of the dark intentions looming in Heeseungâs mind. His wife almost chokes on her drink when she hears his suggestion. Her eyes widened the slightest bit. An unsettling amount of rage swims in her irises as his suggestion sinks in. Itâs gone within a few seconds, but he caught it.
âHoney,â her voice is tight. âThatâs very nice of you, but I donât think thatâs a good idea.â
âWhy not?â Heeseung challenges, raising an eyebrow at the fumbling woman.
âIâ SheâShe probably wonât want to,â his wife clears her throat to cover up how flustered she feels. âIâm sure she already made plans to stay with one of her friends instead.â
âCall her.â Itâs not a suggestion anymore. âTell her to come stay with us.â
And thatâs the moment his obsession began to spiral out of control.
Itâs obvious that your mother isnât thrilled about having you around, but Heeseung feels the exact opposite. Unlike his wifeâs malicious description of you, youâre so unbearably sweet and polite to him that he canât help but be completely endeared by you. Heâs not sure if itâs his natural instinct or the inappropriate feelings he has, but he basks in the emotions you evoke from the depths of his heart.
Youâre a sweet girl through and through, always offering to help around the house, or keeping him company when your momâs working late. Heeseung can tell you genuinely like to help him and spend time with him which makes him all the more crazy for you.
This is incomparable to how he feels when he realizes how comfortable youâve gotten around him. When Heeseung told you to treat his home as your own, you took him up on the offer (much to his pleasure). You sometimes walk around in a tiny nightie that barely covers anything or tiny sleep shorts and a thin tank top that does nothing to hide the fact that you arenât wearing a bra.
âGood night, Hee,â youâd call from the door sweetly, leaning against the doorframe with an alluring smile.
His cock would spring awake, loving how you slowly started to use cute little nicknames for him. Heeseung can tell it bothers his wife. Her face twists the tiniest bit any time she hears you call him Hee. Not that he cares. In fact, he was quick to put her in her place when she scolded you for not calling him Mr. Lee. Much to her displeasure, Heeseung made it clear to both of you that you can call him whatever you want.
Making his wife upset was the last thing he cared about because nothing was more important than you and your happiness.
Heeseung usually doesnât get up so early, but ever since heâs gotten used to sleeping next to his wife, he always notices when sheâs not in bed next to him. He looks at his phone to see that itâs four in the morning. Just before sleep can claim him again, he hears faint voices. Even through the sleepy haze, he can tell itâs an unfriendly conversation.
Immediately, his mind goes to you. The thought that something might be happening to you or upsetting you has him springing out of bed. He speedwalks down the hall to your room. You have the second biggest one in the house not only because he wanted you to have the best, but because he wanted you close to him.
ââbeing serious. Donât bother Heeseung while Iâm away.â His wifeâs harsh voice makes his stomach turn unpleasantly. âHeâs a busy man, and I donât want you getting on his nerves.â
âI wonât, mom.â You sound tired.
âGood,â she snaps. âAnd be grateful that heâs letting you stay here for free. Remember he can change his mind any time.â
Never.
âI know that,â you sound so down that Heeseung wants to gather you in his arms and reassure you that heâd never do something despicable like that. âI wonât get in his wayâ
âYou better not,â your mom hisses. âI mean it, Y/N. We better not get back to find the house smelling like all your little friends.â
Now Heeseung wishes his business trip didnât fall at the same time as your motherâs. She wouldnât be berating you so much if he was staying behind. Itâs especially infuriating because he explicitly told you it was okay to have friends over, just no boys. You laughed sweetly and promised him just that there would be no one over at all. It made him a bit sad because he didnât want you being overly cautious.
âIâm not that irresponsible, mom. Like, Iâm obviously not going to bring random people to a house thatâs not mine.â
That feels like a punch to the gut. Heeseung had worked so hard to make you feel like this was your home, and it pisses him off that your mom is destroying all that work. Never in a million years would he have thought that his biggest obstacle in making you see this house as your own would be your own mother.
âGood. Also, donât go into my room while Iâm gone. I donât need it smelling like youââ
Heeseung has to walk away. He canât stand listening to his wife anymore. It makes him sick to his stomach to think that this is what you used to put up with all the time. No wonder you ran off to live with your ex as soon as you were able to.
His wife leaves in a few hours for the airport, and he decides right then and there that heâs going to show you the love you deserve.
Later that morning, Heeseung goes down to the living room to wait for you to wake up. He plans to spend the day with you and make sure you know that he doesnât mind having you around. Luckily for him, he doesnât have to wait long. You come downstairs shortly after in a pair of sweats and a large shirt, looking unbelievably cute.Â
âGood morning, Hee,â you say with a sleepy smile.
âMorning,â he says in a strained voice. It takes everything in him not to call you a cute pet name like he desperately wants to. âCome watch TV with me.â
Heeseung pats the spot next to him with a pretty smile that makes your heart jerk. You canât deny that the invitation excites you. And so, in spite of the nerves you feel, you go sit by him.
âIâm happy we can spend some time together,â Heeseung hums as he leans back against the cushions, stretching an arm over the back of the couch. âCome here.â
Youâre such a good girl that you donât hesitate to snuggle up under his arm. Heeseung feels completely alive when you make yourself comfortable against him. This is what his life should constantly be like. He drapes his arm across your shoulders and squeezes you against him. Heeseung canât resist the temptation and presses a gentle kiss on the side of your head. You whimper softly when you feel his lips graze your ear.
Heeseung smirks into your hair and presses another gentle kiss to the tip of your ear. His cock twitches when he sees you press your thighs together but make no attempt to move away. He lets out a pleased hum and starts to press more kisses on the side of your head. Eventually, those sweet pecks start to trail down your neck. Now you canât hold back your soft sighs of pleasure.
âYou feel good, baby?â He wonders against your skin before he starts to bite and suck on it.
You tilt your head to give him more access. âY-Yeah.â
Itâs wrong, but your nipples get hard under your shirt, and youâre starting to feel hot all over.Â
âFuck. You have no idea what you do to me.â
You let out a quiet moan, mind swimming. âGod, Hee.â
Heeseung nips at your neck. âBe a good girl for daddy, baby. Give me a kiss.â
As if youâre in a trance, you turn to meet his dark eyes before leaning in. Your eyes close when his lips meet yours. His lips are impossibly soft, and you moan when his tongue runs across your bottom lip before he forces it in your mouth. He kisses you with an urgency that makes you feel dizzy. Heeseung groans, cock throbbing as he tastes you to his desire. Youâre just as sweet as he thought youâd be.
You whine when your stepdad reluctantly pulls away.
âYou want more?â His smile is sweet yet teasing.
The way you nod has his cock twitching in his pants. He gives into your silent request, groaning as he kisses you again. Your tongues tangle together as he devours you, acting like your lips are the sweetest things heâs ever tasted. Every movement is passionate and is making your pussy pulse with need. Once again, it ends too quickly for your liking.
âAnother one,â you demand cutely. âPlease.â
Your stepdadâs smirk is so attractive, and it matches the heat in his eyes. Heeseung raises his eyebrow at you teasingly before heâs leaning back in to give you what you want. He groans into your mouth again when he feels one of your hands rest on his thigh.
Heeseung kisses you with more need as he slowly guides your hand to his very prominent bulge. He smirks when you gasp into his mouth after feeling how hard he is. You donât fully pull away, so he uses that to playfully bite your bottom lip. Your cunt clenches at the action as your wide eyes look where your hand is cupping his dick.
âLook how hard you made me, sweetheart,â Heeseung whispers as he presses a gentle kiss on your temple. âBe a good girl and pull my cock out.â
Arousal is clouding your mind, which is why you donât hesitate to do as he says. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants until you see his underwear. Licking your lips, you pull on his waistband while your other hand pulls his dick out.
Heeseung groans deeply as soon as your soft hand touches his hot skin. Youâre gawking at it so cutely, and itâs obvious that you canât look away. He smirks as his cock throbs in your hand.
Your stepdadâs dick is long and girthy. Itâs also really fucking prettyâthe prettiest one youâve ever seen. Your mouth waters as you realize that itâs way bigger than Jakeâs. The thought of taking it makes your pussy clench in anticipation. Your fingers slowly trail up the prominent veins to tease the leaking head. Fuck. You know itâs going to feel amazing.
âShit, baby,â Heeseung groans. âTouch me as much as you want. Daddyâs cock is all yours.â
As if to prove his point, his dick twitches in your hand and more precum oozes from his fat tip. You run your fingers through the sticky mess, smearing it along the length as you start to caress the soft skin.
âItâs so big,â you whisper in awe as your clit pulses with need.
Heeseung groans and squeezes you into his side. The hand thatâs hanging off your shoulder slowly trails down your body until itâs slipping inside your loose sweats. Heeseungâs cock leaks steadily as he goes to cup your hot cunt. Your stepdad shoves his face into your neck and groans. His lips drag against your skin as you use your hand to work his dick.
âIs this all for me, sweetheart?â
âYes,â you whine as you start to roll your hips into his hand to get some friction. âNever been so wet before.â
Heeseung almost cums from your words alone. He pulls back to watch you grind your needy pussy into his palm. Your nails dig into his bicep as he presses his hand against you harder. Thet soft moans youâre letting out are driving him crazy. He bucks his hips into your hand, and you take the hint and move your hand faster.
âThatâs it, baby. Ride my hand like a good little girl. My good girl,â he growls.
âDaddy,â you whine as your juices start to wet his hand.
âGod, youâre perfect,â he grunts after kissing your cheek sweetly. âSo fucking good for me.â
Slowly, he slips his hand out of your sweats and orders you to pull them off. Your core burns with need as you get off the couch to do as he says.Â
âCome here.â
Heeseung pulls you into his lap so your back is against his chest. He holds your hips as his soft lips brush against your ear.Â
âTake your panties off.â
You arch your hips up and slide your underwear down your legs until theyâre all the way off. Heeseung groans when he sees your bare pussy. Your stepdad hooks your legs over thighs so your pussy is spread and on display for him. He whispers a quiet be good before he slaps his hand on your sensitive clit. You cry out when he spanks your cunt again.
âYou like getting your pussy slapped, donât you, little girl?â
Your toes are curling in your socks as you arch back into Heeseung, grinding down on the dick you feel against your ass. He starts to fuck it between your plump cheeks, groaning at how filthy you are. He fucking loves it.
âYes, daddy,â you gasp out wantonly. âI love it when you slap my little pussy.â
Heeseung smirks and gives your swollen clit another stinging slap. Your body jerks like youâve been electrocuted, and you moan loudly from the tingling feeling coursing through your pussy. The smacks keep coming, each harder than the last. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your stepdad keeps spanking your throbbing pussy. At this point, you canât do anything other than moan.Â
Heeseung stops his movements to slip his middle and ring fingers into your tight hole. Youâre completely submerged in pleasure as you feel his wedding band glide against your slick walls.
âFuck, little girl,â Heeseung laughs delightedly. âEven your mom doesnât get this wet for me. Youâre just a perfect little slut, arenât you?â
You clench hard around his fingers at those words. Your hips are rolling, grinding your ass into his wet cock while you fuck his fingers deeper into your pussy.
âOh?â Heeseungâs voice gets deeper. âYou like hearing that your stepdad likes you better than your mom?â
Youâre moaning again as you dizzily nod your head. âYes, fuck. Tell me how you like my pussy better than hers, daddy.â
Heeseung moans, fucking his cock faster against your plump ass. âShit, baby. You know youâre better than your mom. Ever since she introduced me to you, I knew you were better.â
âDaddy!â You moan loudly as his fingers continue to plunge into you at a quick pace.
Heeseung feels you tightening around his fingers. Your cunt is so hot and tight, and he knows itâll feel better wrapped around his cock. He starts to plant wet kisses on your neck, wanting to push you over the edge.
âYou gonna cum for daddy, baby?â
Those words are enough to get you to do just that. The coil in your stomach snaps as you cum around your stepdadâs long fingers.Â
Seeing you cum on his lap helps Heeseung reach his own climax. He cums with a groan of your name, grinding his cock into your soft ass as he releases his thick cum on your lower back. Your stepdad slowly pulls his fingers out of your pussy with a lewd wet sound before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them. His moan makes your core throb all over again.
âSo fucking sweet.â
Before you can say anything in response, Heeseungâs ringtone cuts through the silence. He tugs you closer as he goes to answer the phone. Youâre too distracted to listen to whatâs being said, but you come to your senses when Heeseung grumbles something about heading to the airport right away.
âYouâre leaving?â
It kills Heeseung to hear how vulnerable you sound. He buries his face in your neck again, scenting you to reassure you that him leaving has nothing to do with what just happened.
âThe clients want to meet sooner than planned. I have to go.â
You can feel his pout against your skin, and your heart thrums with fondness. Heeseung has always been unexpectedly cute in your eyes. Thatâs why it was so easy for you to give into him.
âOkay,â you relax against him. âI understand.â
As always, youâre a perfect angel through and through. Heeseung presses a soft kiss to your neck before he helps you stand. Immediately, he helps you clean up before going upstairs to shower. He really doesnât want to leave, but he canât act irresponsibly no matter how badly he wants to. And now that he knows you want him just as much as he wants you, heâll have plenty of time to make you all his.
Once Heeseung has all his things, he goes downstairs to find you waiting for him. He gathers you in his arms, not really wanting to let you go. When he pulls back, he gives you a passionate kiss to remind you that he doesnât regret whatâs happened between you two.
âWhen you get back, can we play some more?â You ask hopefully.
Heeseung grunts softly at the imagery heâs creating in his head. âOf course, baby. Iâm all yours now.â
Coming back home from a long and tiring business trip isnât anything new for Heeseung. What is new is the excitement he has to get home. He knows youâll be waiting for him, and he canât wait to show you how much heâs missed you.
The excitement he feels is ruined completely when he gets off his plane and finds his wife waiting for him. Itâs an unpleasant surprise, but she doesnât realize just how badly she ruined the day. Heeseung almost wishes he wouldâve asked for a divorce before he boarded the plane. At least then he wouldnât have had to deal with her right when he got back home.
âHow was the trip, honey?â
âFine,â Heeseungâs voice is curt, but once again, his wife seems impervious to his obvious attitude.
He doesnât ask about her trip, but she tells him anyway. She talks all the way back to the house as if Heeseung is actually listening to her. In reality, heâs an expert in blocking her out at this point. This time is way easier since all his thoughts are filled with nothing but you.
The house is quiet when they arrive, and Heeseung barely holds back from calling your name. Your mom is obviously not interested in seeing you because she suggests going out for dinner after they go upstairs and put their things away. He doesnât feel bad for turning down her suggestion with the excuse of being jet lagged.
As soon as Heeseung and his wife get on the second floor, the overwhelming scent of an omega in heat hits them. Heeseungâs cock comes alive instantly, getting completely hard in less than a minute. Without waiting for his wife to follow, he goes directly toward your room where the pungent smell is coming from.
Heeseung throws your door open without bothering to knock. What he finds is devastating to him. Youâre laying in the middle of the large bed in nothing but a large shirt, eyes screwed shut as you tremble in pain. The thin sheen of sweat lining your forehead is evidence that youâve been in heat for a while now.
Your eyes slowly open and settle directly on your stepdad. They stare at him before slowly trailing down to the large bulge in his pants. You lick your lips, and it takes everything in Heeseung not to rip your clothes off and take you right then and there.
âY/N!â His wifeâs angry voice brings him out of his debased fantasy. âWhy the hell are you in heat?â
Heeseung looks back at his wife with an incredulous glare. So many things are going through his mind, but one question keeps coming up. Why is she so angry over something thatâs natural?
âSorry, mom,â you say through a pant. âI ran out of the suppressants you gave me.â
Before you can continue, Heeseung turns to your mother with a murderous look on his face. âYou gave her suppressants?â
An omega taking suppressants is practically unheard of since they cause so many health issues. The drugs are practically poison, and the fact that your own mother was giving them to you made him sick to his stomach. It makes him think back to the first time he met you. Now he understands why she was so determined to hide what she was so insistent on giving you.
âThey help her,â his wife says frantically. âBut thatâs not the point right now. She has to leave so her heat doesnât affect you.â
Heeseung growls under his breath. Over his dead body will you leave his house looking and smelling how you do.
Your mom turns her nasty glare back on you. âCall Jake and have him pick you up. Iâm sure he wonât have any problem helping you through your heatââ
âGet out,â Heeseung spits, barely controlling his rage.
How dare his wife suggest that you ask another man to help you through your heat? No one except him is ever going to see you like this.
âWhat?â His wifeâs stunned expression only makes him growl impatiently.
âIâm going to help Y/N through her heat.â
Your momâs eyes widen in anger, and she glares over at you like whatâs happening is your fault. Normally, youâd feel guilty or anxious about upsetting your mom, but the pain isnât letting you think straight. You need Heeseungâs cock, and you donât care if itâs going to hurt your mom in the process.
Heeseung ignores his wife and goes to you. He sits down on the bed next to you before pulling you on his lap. A soft moan of relief cuts through the tense silence as his hard bulge presses up right against where you need him the most. You feel so hot all over, and your head is clouded with such potent arousal that you forget your mom is still standing in the room until Heeseung looks at her over your shoulder.
âI told you to get out,â he growls. A mean smirk takes over his face. âUnless you want to watch me knot your daughter.â
You whimper and roll your hips into Heeseung. The fact that heâs saying heâs going to give you his knot is making you gush with more slick. It excites you that heâs going to help you, and to think he doesnât care to hide it from your mom makes a deep satisfaction settle inside you.
His wife is looking on with tears in her eyes. Sheâs disgusted and enraged, but she knows no matter what she says or does, Heeseung isnât going to change his mind.
âIt hurts, daddy,â you whine as you grind your pussy on his clothed dick, no longer thinking to spare any of your momâs feelings. âWant you to make me feel better.â
You swivel your hips and press down harder onto his hard cock. With a throaty groan, Heeseung grabs your ass to help you bounce on his bulge. âDonât worry, baby. Daddyâs going to give you exactly what you need.â
His voice dips into a low moan when you lean forward to lick and bite at the sensitive spot on his neck. You feel his cock twitch and kick against your panty clad pussy, and it makes you whine.
Your mom flinches when she sees Heeseungâs glare from over your shoulder. Itâs a silent command for her to get out, and she finally does. She doesnât get far, only being able to take a few steps out of your room before she collapses on the floor with a quiet sob.
âFuck, little girl. Couldnât wait until your mom was out of the room, huh?â His laugh is cruel, but it only turns you on.
âDonât care,â you whine before leaning in to smash your mouth against his. âJust want your cock.â
You gently nip his bottom lip before messily forcing your tongue into his mouth. Thereâs a desperation youâve never felt before as you grind down on his thick cock. The fact that heâs leaking with enough precum to stain his pants is driving you more insane. You keep rocking your hips so your clit rubs against the rough material of his jeans.
âYeah?â Heeseung groans when you pull away. He continues to help you grind your messy pussy on his bulge. âYou need daddy to stuff your little pussy?â
Your eyes roll back when he dry humps your pussy slowly. Heâs grinding the thick outline of his cock right against your wet slit to get you more riled up than you already are.Â
Eventually, Heeseung decides he needs to prep you. Because as badly as he wants you, he canât forget that this is your first real heat. So, he pulls you off his lap and tosses you back on the bed.
âI need to taste you properly, sweetheart. Last time wasnât enough.â
A tingle goes straight to your pussy when he pulls your large shirt off and tosses it across your room. Heeseung buries his nose between your legs, sniffing across your soaked panties. The fabric sticks to your pussy lips, allowing your stepdad to lick at your clit easily.Â
âOh, daddy!â you moan, hands reaching down to tangle your hands in his hair.
He grunts and laps up the slick leaking down your thighs before roughly rips your underwear off to lap at your leaking hole.Â
âYou taste so fucking good, little girl,â his muffled voice causes vibrations that make your toes curl. âFuck. I could eat your little cunt all day.â
âDaddy, please,â you grind against his mouth, eyes locked on his blown out gaze.
He hums and the vibrations make your clit tingle as more slick drips onto his tongue. The thick muscle slides in and out of your hole before he licks his way back up to your clit. You cry out wantonly when your stepdad softly sucks the swollen bud into his mouth. Your thighs tremble as his tongue swirls around your pudgy clit before he starts to gently suckle on it.
âIt feels so fucking good,â you moan loudly, thighs falling open as far as they can go.
Heeseung growls, tongue fucking your pussy until sloppy wet sounds fill the room. His hands trail up the underside of your thighs to push your legs to your chest. You moan when he pulls back to spit on your cunt. He quickly dives back in, burying his face in your soaked pussy. Another loud cry tumbles out of you when he starts to lick and suck on your sensitive nub.
âSuch a sweet pussy,â Heeseung moans.
His tongue languidly laps at your wet folds, eyes locked with yours from where heâs lying between your legs. Your stepdadâs hands come up to the inside of your thighs and press down, leaving you spread open for his hungry mouth. The sight of his beautiful face buried in your cunt makes you drip with more slick. Heeseung keeps licking into your slick hole like a starved man, desperate to not waste one drop of your sweet essence. Youâre crying out for him as your hips roll into his mouth. He pulls away slightly to spit into your pussy again before fucking his spit into your clenching hole.
You moan and pull on his hair. The dark strands are wrapped around your fingers to help guide his face to where you want it most. Heeseung smirks against you and starts to press wet, open mouthed kisses on your throbbing clit. He sucks the swollen bud into his mouth and flicks his tongue against it over and over again. Your stepdad hums into your pussy, suckling on your clit softly as he indulges in your sweet taste.
âIâm gonna cum! Youâre gonna make me cum, daddy!" you moan loudly.
âCum all over my face, sweetheart. Show daddy how good he makes you feel,â your stepdad says before he presses his face between your folds to suck your clit back into his mouth.
âDaddy!â You moan loudly as you cum.
You jolt as your slick completely coats his lower jaw and slowly starts to drip down his chin. He looks so hot covered in your juices that another wave of arousal hits you with full force.
âMessy fucking girl,â Heeseung grunts as he starts to take off his clothes.
Your mouth waters when you see his big cock slap his lower abdomen. Since heâs been gone, youâve been dreaming about that pretty dick every night.Â
Heeseung goes to kiss you roughly, eagerly shoving his tongue into your mouth. Tasting yourself makes you arch up into his body. Fuck. Youâre so turned on and desperate that you feel like you might die if he doesnât shove his cock inside you soon.
Seeing you so needy makes Heeseung pull back slightly to stroke his cock. Your eyes follow his movements, and you lick your lips when you see the amount of precum beading at the tip. With a deep groan, your stepdad notches his leaking tip against your clenching hole. Heeseung groans as he glides the fat head up your slit to smack it against your clit.
The feeling of the hot skin of his cock pulsing against your pussy makes you whine desperately. He keeps dragging his dripping cock against your throbbing cunt repeatedly, loving how youâre squirming against him. Teasing you is everything he imagined it would be, and he makes a note to do it often from now on. Heeseung thrusts his hips to rub his cock through the slick dripping from your cunt, moaning at how easily it coats the length of his cock.
âLook how deep daddyâs cock is gonna go, baby.â His voice is deeper than youâve ever heard it.
Heeseung uses his thumb to press his tip down against your skin as your unfocused eyes take in how far his cock will reach inside your needy cunt. It pulses and throbs, and more slick leaks out of you.
âOh god, daddy. Itâs too big,â you mewl even though the thought of having his monster cock inside you turns you on to no end.Â
With an endeared chuckle, he pulls his cock back to slide it across your pudgy bud. The bulbous head grinds against your sensitive clit until youâre whining and dripping more slick onto your sheets.
âYour pretty pussyâs just small, sweetheart,â he coos softly before he licks a broad stripe up your neck. âBut donât worry. Daddyâs gonna stretch out your cute little cunt so you can take my knot.â
Those filthy words make you whine and buck your hips desperately.
âReady to take this cock, little girl?â
Without waiting for an answer, he slips the head of his dick inside your clenching hole. He presses into your pussy slowly, and it makes you moan wantonly as you instantly feel some of your pain fade. Your moan breaks off into a gasp when you feel the burning stretch.
âFuck, youâre gonna be tight,â he laughs in delight. âA tight little pussy for daddy.â
You dig your nails into his back, eyes rolling into your skull as his girthy cock stretches your cunt. âItâs too big, daddy.â
âToo big?â Heeseung repeats as he gently bites your neck. âI guess daddyâs just going to have to train you to take his big cock then, huh?â
With that, he sinks his cock another inch into your clenching hole. Your walls clench down on his dick and make his hips stutter. His veiny cock feels so fucking good that you that the unbearable pain fades instantly. You feel so full and stretched out, but you want more. Your body reacts by getting wetter, easing the way for Heeseung to bully his cock further into your pussy until he bottoms out.
âIâm gonna spend all week training you, little girl,â he promises. âDaddyâs staying buried in this cute little pussy until youâre all nice and bred.â
You moan high in your throat, walls clamping down around Heeseungâs thick cock as you cum hard.
âOh, fuck me,â he laughs, extremely pleased. âYou like that? Like that Iâm gonna breed this sweet pussy all week?â
He pulls his cock halfway out then slowly sinks back into your wet and willing body. You mewl as your cream coats his cock.Â
âYes, daddy! Want you to stuff me full all week long!â
Heeseung starts fucking his cock deeper into your pussy, eager to give you what you want. He reaches between your bodies and begins to rub and pinch your clit. âIâm gonna fuck you through your heat, sweetheart. Gonna cream this pussy over and over again.â
Youâre letting out filthy moans like your mom isnât right outside your room crying her eyes out because youâre fucking her husband. Not that you care. All you can think about is the mind-numbing pleasure youâre receiving.
âCum on my cock again, baby,â Heeseung groans as he spears his cock into your sloppy hole. âI want you to squeeze me with that hot little cunt while I cum in you.â
You cry out loudly as his leaking tips rams into your g-spot. Your stepdadâs girthy cock is rutting into your squelching cunt mercilessly, heavy balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. Heeseungâs fingers circle your clit until your pussy is clenching and spasming around him again.
âAre you gonna give me your cum, daddy?â Your eyes shine with anticipation. âYour knot?â
âOf course, sweetheart. Daddyâs gonna give you a nice hot load. Then, Iâm gonna knot you so it takes. Thatâs how much I love you.â
His words make you gush more slick, eyes rolling back as the musky scent of sex fills the room. You cry out, feeling feral all over again.
âFuck yes!â You scream in pleasure. âCream my little pussy, daddy! Want it so fucking bad!â
âYeah? Then letâs make it easier.â
Without letting you answer, Heeseung pulls out of you with a lewd squelching sound and flips you onto your hands and knees. One of his hands presses down on your back while the other grips your hip to raise your ass up. Your stepdadâs big cock slides into your hot cunt much easier in this position. He bottoms out with a loud groan as you claw at your sheets.
Mewling, you press your ass backwards, working more of Heeseungâs big cock into your dripping pussy. You feel your slick dripping down your thighs and coat his heavy balls.
âWant you to knot me,â you slur, nails digging into your plush bedding. âWant your knot, daddy!â
He growls and starts to slam his cock into your sloppy pussy, making you cry out from the rough movement. Your walls clamp and pulse around his fat dick as he keeps spearing you open. The way you moan and mewl for him only makes him fuck you harder.
âGood girl,â he groans loudly, making you shiver all over. âMy good little girl.â
âDaddy,â you whimper as your pussy walls flutter around his thick length.
Heeseungâs cock throbs inside you. He pulls out halfway before roughly slamming his dick back into your sopping wet hole.Â
âFuck, youâre perfect,â he says as he squeezes the globes of your ass. Your eyes roll back as his fingers dig into your skin. âThis perfect pussy was made for me. Isnât that right, baby?â
âYes!â You gasp out in agreement as Heeseung pounds your cunt hard. âThis little pussy is all yours, daddy!â
Heeseung moans loudly and spanks your bouncing ass. You scream, pussy fluttering and pulsing around his dick as your third orgasm takes you both by surprise.Â
âGood girl,â he coos, grabbing the fat of your ass with both hands again. âSuch a good fucking girl. Gripping me with your tight pussy and working for my knot like a good little slut.â
Your body trembles as Heeseung keeps thrusting his fat cock right against your g-spot. His fat tip slams against your cervix, and you canât stop crying out in pleasure.
âCum one more time for me, pretty girl,â your stepdad roughly spanks your ass again, making you whine. âJust give me one more, and Iâll knot this pretty pussy so youâre nice and full. Donât you want that? For your hot cunt to be bred until youâre stuffed to the brim?â
âPlease, daddy!â You cry out, ass bouncing back against his rough thrusts. âWant your knot! Want it so fucking bad!â
One of his hands slides down your body to circle the swollen bundle of nerves coated in your slick. Your pussy clamps down on his dick as he softly teases your clit.Â
âThatâs it, baby.â Heeseung hunches over your back to kiss your neck. His tongue laps against your sweaty skin right over the sensitive spot thatâs meant to take his mark. âI feel you getting tighter, baby. Cream all over my cock.â
As Heeseung keeps hammering into your pussy, his fingers circle and tease across your pudgy bud until one last thrust has your orgasm whiting out your vision. Your ears ring so loud you donât even hear as your stepdad curses against your neck while he snaps his hips against your ass before burying his cock deep in your spasming pussy.
âFuck, sweetheart, Iâm gonna cum,â he pants into your neck. âTake my knot. Fuck. Take it.â
You cry out loudly. That desperate noise has Heeseung fucking his cock deep inside you until he cums.
âThatâs it,â heâs groaning and panting as he licks at your neck. âMilk my cock, little girl.â
You wail when his knot locks you together, stretching your cunt even further as you feel his hot thick cum spill inside you. Ropes and ropes of his hot seed spill into your pussy, and you love that his knot is keeping it stuffed inside you.
âSo good for me,â Heeseung groans, hands smoothing over your sides and back. He starts to scent you. âSuch a perfect omega. So fucking perfect.â
You sigh in content, body going limp as Heeseung continues to fill your pussy with load after load. Youâve heard that alphas cum more than usual when helping an omega in heat, but you didnât expect it to be this much. Not that youâre complaining. Youâre taking every drop he gives you with a blissful smile on your face
Your stepdad grinds his dick inside your pussy until the steady stream of cum stops filling you. He slowly shifts your bodies until youâre both able to lay on your sides comfortably. Heeseung buries his nose in your neck as his hands start to caress your body.Â
âFeels nice,â you mumble, relaxing even further against him.
âGood.â He says before he kisses your neck.
You mewl when he keeps pressing soft kisses on your neck and dragging his teeth over a sensitive spot that no one else has dared to touch. Heeseung keeps you two in the same position until his knot slowly deflates.
You whine when he slowly pulls out. Heeseung watches with dark eyes as his cum leaks out of your pussy. He uses two of his fingers to scoop it up and smear it across your clit. You mewl as slick starts to drip out of you again. Heeseung takes the opportunity to shove your legs open and rub your clit until your body arches off the bed. A mix of slick and cum gushes from your pussy as you climax again.
âLet me lick that pussy, baby,â Heeseung murmurs as he starts kissing his way down your body. âWant to suck on that swollen little bud until youâre creaming my tongue.â
âFuck,â your whine is high-pitched and needy. âDo it, daddy. I want your mouth on my pussy.â
He groans and sloppily kisses your slit in thanks. When he pulls back a bit, you see his lips coated with your juices. Your pussy pulses and clenches in eagerness.
âSo messy, sweetheart.âÂ
With that, your stepdad pushes your thighs against the bed to keep you spread for him. He repeatedly plants wet kisses on your pulsing clit, worshipping you until youâre writhing against him. His teeth scrape and nip your pudgy nub as his dark eyes watch you carefully.Â
Heeseung spanks your pussy when you keep squirming. He smirks when you jolt with a loud cry. Slick pours out of you, filling the room with your lovely scent. Itâs your bodyâs way of signaling that itâs ready to be knotted again.Â
âWhat a needy little girl,â he coos as he blows air on your soaked cunt. âJust desperate for me to clean up this sloppy pussy, hm?â
âYes, yes!â You moan, pussy throbbing with need. âEat my pussy, daddy. Lick me clean.â
âDirty little slut,â Heeseung groans before he slaps your wet cunt again. âIâm gonna stay here with you all night. Keep my tongue buried in your tight hole until you squirt all over me.â
âFuck. Yes, yes!â you moan as you arch your hips up to entice him. âLet me cum all over your face, daddy!â
Heeseung smirks and buries his face in your cunt to give you what you want.
You lose complete track of time as Heeseung makes you cum on his tongue over and over again. After the second orgasm, you start squirting like he wants. Heâs so delighted that he keeps fucking his tongue into you, indulging himself in your addicting taste. Youâre happy to lay there and let him eat your pussy until youâre nothing more than a gushing mess.
âGood girl,â Heeseung moans into your cunt, his face completely drenched in your slick.
You mewl in response, hoping heâs had enough fun playing with your pussy to give you his cock. He flips you over and arches your back so your ass and pussy are on full display for him. He groans when he sees your soaked pussy and thighs.Â
âHee,â you whimper desperately. âWant your cock.â
âSpread those legs for me, baby. Show daddy that sloppy pussy.â
With a loud whine, you bend forward more and spread your thighs apart further to give him a better view of your holes. Your pussy is dripping with slick, and Heeseung commits the filthy sight to memory.Â
âDaddy,â you whimper. âPlease.â
Your stepdad lets out a deep laugh before his hands slide down your back to cup your ass and spread you open even more. Heeseung groans deeply.
âGod, baby. Iâm never gonna get tired of seeing this hot cunt gushing for me,â he tells you with a pleased hum. âIâm gonna breed this little pussy all night.â
âPlease,â you beg through a moan, pressing your ass back against him. âWant it so bad, daddy.â
Heeseung rubs his cock against your soaked pussy lips, gathering your wetness all over his length. He licks his lips, loving how you feel against him. His cock throbs because he can tell how badly youâre aching to be fucked and knotted and stuffed full of cum.
âDonât worry, sweetheart. Youâre gonna get my knot. Iâm gonna stuff your little pussy to the brim.â Heeseung promises before he slams his cock into your clenching heat.
Your moan is loud as he completely bottoms out into your needy pussy. Heeseung doesnât let you adjust and pulls all the way out before slamming back inside. Your stepdadâs instincts completely take over, his only goal being to knot and breed your pussy.Â
You cry out when you feel your cunt stretching around his dick. He groans and drapes his chest across your back, hips slamming against your ass. The lewd sounds of skin slapping and the wet squelching of your pussy fills the room. You whine loudly, turned on from the fact that your mom can hear all the filthy noises.
âIâm gonna keep you knotted for hours, make sure it takes,â Heeseung groans before he starts to nip at your jawline,Â
âFuck!â You mewl wantonly. âI want it, daddy! Want you to breed my pussy so fucking bad!â
Your legs start to shake when Heeseung reaches around to play with your clit. He bites down on your neck and starts spearing his fat cock into your clenching hole. He fucks you deep and fast, his slowly expanding knot brushing your entrance with every rock of his hips. You can only lay there and take it, moaning and whining in pleasure as he fucks your pussy. His cock pounds your soaked cunt, thick head knocking against your cervix.Â
âGood girl,â he groans, biting at your ear. âGood girls deserve to have their cute little pussies bred, donât they, sweetheart?â
âYes!â you cry as he rubs your clit faster. âIâm gonna cum, daddy. Gonna cream your fat knot.â
âThatâs it, little girl,â he keeps rubbing fast circles on your swollen bud. âCum all over me. Show me how much you want me to fill your pretty pussy.â
Heeseung starts to bite and suck on your neck as you moan for him. His hips snap against yours as he roughly fucks you into the mattress. With every thrust, his balls slap against your slippery clit until heâs pulling another orgasm from your exhausted body.Â
âBest fucking pussy Iâve ever had,â Heeseung groans, pulling out to slam back in, dick bullying into your swollen, fluttering walls. âGoddamn. Youâre so fucking tight. My little girl just loves her stepdadâs dick so much.â
âI fucking love it, daddy!â You cry out. âLove your big cock so much!â
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm overtakes your senses. Heeseung groans as your cream stains his cock. Your body trembles as your pussy milks his dick. His hips piston against your ass, dragging your orgasm out until you spiral into a second one. Your stepdad groans, hips pumping his cock into your dripping cunt harshly.
Heeseung buries his cock deep in your spasming hole, knot locking you together as his cum floods your cunt, breeding your pussy full. He groans your name as he cums, walls milking him to shoot hot rope after rope of hot cum inside your little pussy. Pleasure consumes your entire body as you feel each spurt of his thick cum pumping into your cunt.Â
âTaking it so good, baby,â he murmurs against your neck, tongue licking the sweat beading at your skin. âSuch a perfect little slut.â
You hum dazedly, body sinking down across your bed as you feel each spurt of his thick seed filling your pussy.Â
âSo full, daddy,â you mewl, legs shaking as he softly ruts his knot further into you.
Thatâs how you spend the rest of your night. Being knotted by your stepdad over and over again until you canât handle anymore.Â
Itâs almost dawn by the time your mom hears all the filthy moans and groans from your room stop. By now, sheâs ran her tears dry, and she thinks she might not be able to cry for a long time. With a heavy heart, she gets up from her bed and walks to your room. The heartbreaking sight of you laying on her husbandâs chest, sleeping peacefully as he caresses your head is like a breaking point.
Thereâs a blanket draped over your bodies, but she can te youâre both still naked. She feels sick at the thought of her husbandâs cock still being lodged inside you.
Heeseung turns his dark eyes on her, not at all affected by her puffy, bloodshot eyes. Her pitiful face only makes him feel disgusted.
âYouâre not coming to bed?â Her voice is hoarse and weak.
âIâm still knotted to your daughter.â
A lone tear slips down her cheek.
âHeeseungââ
âYou should leave. Y/Nâs heat is more intense because of how long it was suppressed.â Heeseungâs voice is cold. âWe can discuss the divorce after I finish helping her through it.â
His wife sobs, but he doesnât feel sorry. He canât. Especially not now that heâs finally had you in the way he wants. She turns and walks away from him like a zombie. He groans when you shift against him in your sleep. Your movements tug gently on his knot, and it makes his cock throb and twitch in need.
Heeseung hums in content. When you get up, heâs going to knot you all over again. Except this time, heâll do it on his own bed since thatâs where youâll be sleeping soon.
As soon as your mom gets out of his house, heâs going to have you take her place. No matter how badly she begs, Heeseung wonât change his mind because he knows that thereâs no getting rid of this feeling he has for you, and he doesnât care what he has to do to keep you at his side forever.
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i'm so damn not okay for liking this đ
FATAL OBSESSION â l.hs
even if your best friend seemed to have found the love of her life, the one that keeps her the happiest, while also treating you, and everyone else with respectâyou can't help but feel something was... off about him. you didn't dwell on it muchâsomething which proved to be a fatal mistake on your part.
GENRE â pwp, kidnapping au, psychopath au, best friend's boyfriend trope
WARNINGS â DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, noncon, noncon-ish dumbcon, psychopath!hee, kidnapping, character death, oral (both m! and f! rec), throat fucking, throat bulge, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, gun play, gun in v (DON'T!!!), sucking the barrel of a gun (seriously, don't), squirting, unprotected sex (don't), doggy, cumming inside, groping, tit squeezing, nipple pinching, clit pinching, bondage, let me know if i missed any!
WORDCOUNT â 11.8k
NOTE â READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED!!! went a little too insane while writing this. thank you to my bestie sena who always encourages me to write my deranged wip ideas that I get during the most random timesâthis one in particular came to my mind while I was... studying. no I'm not lying. this was, as always, not proofread. so if you see any mistakes? just pretend you didn't, okay?
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
there was something severely off about heeseung.
your best friend, chaeyoung, had met heeseungâwho is currently her boyfriendâat a bar. from what she had told you, apparently she was simply drinking there, celebrating her first ever paycheckâalone, since you were stuck at a family event. when it was time for her to pay, the bartender informed her that someone had already paid for her. surprised, she asked about this mystery person, getting directed towards a guy sitting a few seats away from her.
apparently for her, it was love at first sight.
he looked like everything she ever wanted in a guyâtall, dignified and confident posture, rich attire, a good taste in fashionânot to mention how attractive he looked while sipping his drink, a light smirk on the corner of his mouth, eyes locked with hers. he never broke eye contactânot even once, as she walked over to himâalbeit quite bashfully.
from what she told you, they talked all nightâabout their reasons for being in the bar, their hobbies, their backgrounds, their families, and other things that you couldn't really bother to keep track of.
they exchanged numbers, texting each other every single day. eventually, he asked her out, taking her to the most exquisite restaurant in the city, treating her like royalty. according to her, he was the biggest gentlemanâa complete green forest, if you will. he always took care of her interests, noticed every single detail about her, and never failed to bring a smile to her face. truly, she was the happiest version of herself while they were dating.
eventually, she introduced him to you, him being an absolute sweetheart with you as well. he made sure not to make you feel like a third wheel, including you in their conversations. it didn't feel awkward for you at allâalmost as if you three were a trio of best friends who hadn't met in a while, catching up.
everything was perfect with him. until it wasn't.
you didn't understand why, but for some weird reason, you started to get a certain... vibe from himâeven though his behaviour never really changed. he was still an absolute sweetheart, treating chaeyoung like his own personal goddess⊠yet there was something soâunsettling about him.
heeseung didn't really do anything, but you still found a chill running down your spine whenever chaeyoung mentioned his name. if you saw him in front of you? you bet either your leg or hand would shake uncontrollably, betraying your anxiety.
anxiety for exactly what reason, you didn't know.
you thought it was ridiculous. why would your best friend's more than perfect boyfriendâs mere presence have you shaking like a goddamn leaf? it made no sense at all.
until it did⊠sort of.
well⊠heeseung, despite being such an amazing boyfriend, ends up becoming an ex. how? the story behind that is⊠messy. extremely so.
you see, they had been dating for almost a year. everyone expects a good and memorable gift from their partner for their anniversary, right? so did chaeyoung. she was really looking forward to it too, given how much of a great boyfriend heeseung was.
and he didn't disappoint. he gave her a present, one that was definitely memorable. it wasnât memorable just for her, either. it was memorable for you as well. was it good? not so much.
it was around eight in the morning when your alarm rang, effectively waking you up.but it was a sunday, so you turned the alarm off, trying to go back to sleep. but you were already awake, so it didn't really work.
you picked up your phone, the date catching your eyesâit was chaeyoung and heeseungâs anniversary!
your eyes widened. how could you have forgotten such an important date? it was a date your best friend had been extremely excited about, with her always talking about it to you for quite a few days now, yet you forgot. did that make you a terrible friend? probably. eager to redeem yourself, you quickly shot her a text.
you: happy anniversary to my favourite couple!!! enjoy yourselves you both <33 give me all the details tomorrow!!
you let out a small breath, one which you didn't realise you were holding, hoping your best friend hadn't realised that you hadn't remembered her anniversary. however, you didn't get to ponder too long on that, since your phone rang with a ding. chaeyoung had texted you back!
chae: thank youuu!! also girl i need help chae: can you make it to xxx restaurant by twelve?? a friend of heeseung got broken up with, so he wanted him to accompany us for the morning to help him cheer up. chae: he also mentioned something about ânot wishing him to be a third wheelâ so please do me this favour?? chae: pleaseee??? i promise iâll make it up to you
you were a bit hesitant about the request. you honestly wanted to stay in today, since it was a sundayâa rest dayâbut you also didn't want to disappoint your best friend on her first anniversary with her boyfriend, so you agreed.
you: fineee i can do that you: but you're gonna owe me one
chae: THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH chae: you have no idea how stressed i was about this chae: honestly i didn't wanna agree to it at first chae: but you know i can't say no to him
you: girl it's okayyy i can understand you: iâll distract the other dude so that you guys can enjoy your day, alright?? <33
chae: ugh have i ever told you how much i love you???
you: love you too now GO!!!
as soon as you keep your phone down, you instantly regret your decision. so now you have to go and attend the anniversary lunch of your best friend and her boyfriend⊠along with some mopey guy that recently got broken up with. great. just great.
you were in front of the restaurant that chaeyoung had sent you the address ofâright on time too. you had been trying to call her for the past thirty minutes, but she wasn't picking up. you knew it took a while to get ready, and look absolutely out of the world, but seriously, it doesn't take that long.
you tried to call her for theâwhat, seventh time now? once again, the call went to voicemail. jesus christ, was she getting plastic surgery or something?
you heard your name being called, causing you to turn around. it was heeseung, waving at you, dressed in an absolutely dashing suit, his ever-so-polite smile adorning his face. the only odd thing was that he was aloneâno sign of chaeyoung near him.
you frowned, voicing your thoughts out. âdid you not come here with chae? she hasn't been picking up my callsâi have been trying since the past half an hour already.â
he looked surprised at that. âshe picked up my call around⊠forty? minutes ago? she told me her make up wasn't setting right? something else about her foundation being almost out? i told her i was gonna wait, and we could schedule the reservation for later, but she told me it wasn't possibleâmade me come here on my own. butâi figured she must have called you for help, since, you know, you're the person she usually goes to during these kinds of emergenciesââ
you shook your head, your forehead creasing in frustration. obviously chaeyoung thought the âemergencyâ wasn't urgent enough to call youânow she won't pick up your calls, or arrive on time.
you looked at him again. âwhen is your friend supposed to arrive?â
he looked at his watch. âwe told him to come at fifteen minutes past twelve, so that me and chae could have a little time alone before it's all about him, so⊠he should have been here ten minutes ago.â
right then a âding!â sounded on his phone, causing you to raise a brow. you gestured at him to check, which he did⊠his face falling almost immediately. he looked up at you, sighing heavily. âhe just texted me. apparently his sister was busy, which meant she couldn't pick up his niece from schoolâwhich left him to do it.â
you rubbed your temples in frustration. for fuckâs sake, this wasn't your anniversary lunch, why the hell were you here on time? to help a friend out, who didn't even need the help anymore, and who was yet to arrive at her own anniversary lunch?
noticing your distressed state, heeseung quickly tried to make the situation better. âh-how about we go inside, yea? chae said she reserved the table under her name, so we can sit downâmaybe even order something to eat till she arrives? how does that sound?â
you nodded, sighing mentally. you loved your best friend, but seriously, she needed to be more responsible. being late to your own anniversary lunch? causing your boyfriend and best friend to sit down and possibly even eat lunch until you decided the time was finally ideal enough for you to show up? real mature.
heeseung could sense your building frustration and anger, causing him to do his best to keep you calm. you waited by the front of the restaurant, as he practically sprinted towards the help desk to get the reserved table. he quickly ran back to you, ushering you towards the table. as soon as the two of you sat down, he quickly looked through the menu, asking for your favourite drink among the ones listed. once you gave him the name, he quickly called upon a waiter, ordering your drink choice. while they took their time to give you your drink, he engaged you in a friendly conversation, trying to diffuse the tension, and any possible awkwardness. safe to say, it worked, as you even cracked a laugh or two at his terrible jokes.
another half an hour went by. chaeyoung was yet to show up. the two of you decided to order lunch, the wait having made you both hungry.
while you both were digging in, heeseung made sure to keep you engaged in conversation, the atmosphere not turning awkward even onceâdespite the circumstances. the food was top tier too, so you had to give chaeyoung that one. credit was needed where it was due, after all.
by the time it was the turn for dessert, your anger had started fading into worry. where the fuck was chaeyoung at?
you knew your best friend well enough to know that she wouldn't miss her anniversary lunch, no matter how much her make-up sucked. so why wasn't she here yet?
heeseung, being ever the gentleman, politely kept you engaged in conversation. oh, for chaeyoung to have ended up with such an amazing guy, and to miss their first anniversary? yea, your best friend is definitely the problem here.
once dessert was finished, you excused yourself, going to the washroom. you needed to wash your hands anyways, and redo your lipstick. you also wanted to try and call chaeyoung again.
while you were washing your hands, one of the servers came in, giving you a polite smile and a small bow. she washed your hands alongside you. âma'am, may i ask you something? it might sound a little intrusive, but i promise i mean it in a nice way.â
caught slightly off-guard, you nodded your head. âabsolutely! don't worry about being intrusive, just ask whatever you want to.â
she gave you a wide smile, giggling slightly. âyou and your boyfriend look so cute together! how long have you been together? if you don't mind me asking, of courseââ
you quickly cut her off. âoh no no noâhe isn't my boyfriend, he is my best friendâs. they have been together for a year, so this was supposed to be their anniversary lunch.â
the waitress gave you a skeptical look. realising exactly how weird your answer just sounded, you rushed to explain yourself. âw-wait wait waitâi know it sounds weird, but i promise iâm telling the truth. i sent her a âhappy anniversaryâ text this morning, to which she told me to accompany her to her anniversary lunch, since her boyfriendâs recently dumped friend was coming along, and her boyfriend didn't want him to be a third wheelâŠâ you trailed off, noticing the look of disbelief on her face.
you didn't know why you felt the need to explain the situation to a complete stranger, but you weren't going to question your anxiety induced instincts. you took out your phone, showing her your texts with chaeyoung from the morning, while continuing to rant to her. ââbut for some reason, she hasn't been picking up my calls, despite her being the one to invite me to this. she even reserved the table in the first place, but⊠oh well.â
at that, the server furrowed her brows. she seemed to believe you, although only to a certain extent now. âuhm⊠ma'am, are you sure? the table you were sat at was reserved by who we thought was your boyfriend. no girl came in to reserve that table for today. but he did so, yesterday. said he wanted to have lunch with his girlfriend in peace, without anyone interrupting, and that today was the only opportunity for doing so.â
you were stunned at the revelation. you were sure heeseung told you that the table was reserved by chaeyoung, not him. why would the server lie? hell, why would heeseung lie? this revelation, paired with your best friend not picking up her calls⊠something wasn't adding up.
the server waved her hand in front of you to get your attention. âuh, ma'amâŠ?â
you quickly snapped back to reality, the unsettling feeling you usually got around heeseung creeping back. âo-oh yea, uhmâcan you help me out really quick?â
sensing the undertone of panic in your voice, her face quickly became serious. âof course, whatever you need.â
you gulped. âso, uhmâi- i think my best friendâs boyfriendâthe guy i was sitting with right nowâlied to me, and my friend isn't picking my calls either. d-does your restaurant perhaps have a⊠a backdoor, or something similar to that?â
she didnât question it anymore, nodding quickly. she gave you the directions to the backdoor, which luckily happened to be nearby, just behind the kitchen. she promised to keep your escapade a secret, and also promised to make heeseung pay the entire bill.
ââoh, and please be careful. the backdoor is connected to a network of alleys, which are filled with homeless people. they are always looking for an opportunity to steal, especially from unsuspecting women. there's also a lot ofâwell, men, so you need to be extra careful.â you quickly thanked her, heeding to her directions.
you got out of the washroom, finding the backdoor quickly enough. you went outside through it, the door leading into a back alley. you quickly navigated through it, wary of any potential homeless people that might think you're an easy target for them to steal from.
you kept turning corners, staying at least five meters away from any suspicious people. however, you soon felt as if you were being followed. since you were in an area infested with men that were starvingâin more ways than one, you didn't pay as much attention to itâalthough you should have, since that was extremely stupid of you. it turned out to be a big mistake on your part, since you soon felt someone hit your headâhardâwith something that was probably made of metal.
your head exploded in pain, causing you to clutch it tightly with both hands. you felt someone catch you as you fell backwards, holding onto you tightly, your vision unsteady. as you swam in and out of consciousness, you could swear you heard a laugh. it was the most unsettling sound you had ever heard. the last thing you heard before you blacked out sent a chill down your spine.
âthat eager to escape me? not fucking happening princess.â
when you woke up, you couldn't open your eyes, nor could you open your mouth to scream. you tried to move your hands and legs, but they seemed to have been tied up as well. you could tell that you were tied to a chair, but you had no idea why, or howâor who did it. what would anyone gain from kidnapping you?
you let out a muffled scream through your gag, trying to catch the attention of literally anyone. to add to your anxiety, you heard another muffled scream in response. you tried to struggle against your bindsâwhich you just realised were fucking metallic chainsâbut it was a futile attempt.
in the midst of your struggling, you didn't hear the footsteps nearby, or the door opening. so naturally you were surprised when the blindfold was yanked off of you. you squint your eyes, to adjust to the sudden brightness, while your captor ripped off your gag as well. you promptly let out an ear piercing scream.
your captor let out a groan, putting his hand on your mouth, effectively shutting you up. âfor fuckâs sake, shut up. no one can hear youâat least no one that can save you can hear you, so shut up and spare me the trouble of going deaf. or i can leave the gag on, whichever works best for you.â
you immediately stopped trying to scream, your eyes slowly adjusting to the brightnessâor excessive darkness, whatever it was. to your utter horror, your captor was lee fucking heeseung of all people. you did have a bad feeling about him, but for it to be true? that was something you weren't prepared for.
you gulped, your throat feeling slightly parched. you looked around, your eyes landing on another girl that was tied up. her blindfold and gag was still on, but she didn't seem to be straining against her binds. from the almost dried tear patches on the blindfold, and the dried tear tracks on her cheeks, you assumed that she had given up trying to struggle.
as you analyzed her carefully, the pit in your stomach grew. that was chaeyoung. âw-what did you do to h-her? whyâwhy are we here? why are you doing this? l-let us go!â
he let out a chuckle, which only caused the pit in your stomach to grow bigger. he put both of his hands on the arms of the chair you were tied to, leaning closer to you. his face had the most bone-chilling smirk ever. ââwhy?â that's a great question. cute, even. it's cuter how you think iâll let either of you go.â
noticing your breath hitch, he leaned even closer, his voice more of a sultry whisper. âyour friend⊠she was just a puppet. a pawn, in my game.â
your eyes were brimming with unshed tears, your voice shaky. âg-game?â
he chuckled. âwhy yes, a game. my game. the game to get closer to you.â
you froze, causing him to hold in a laugh at how your eyes widened comically. âm-me? closer t-to me? w-why? why would you want toâhow would that even benefit youâ?â
he tilted his head to the side. âwhy? because i like you, silly. iâm in love with you. always have been.â
your mouth hung open in disbelief. â...what?â
he caressed your cheek, his touch tenderâa great contrast to how he kidnapped you, and tied you up to a chair, in some random, abandoned, basement. âwe went to the same school. we were never in the same section throughout all of our school years, but i still noticed you. i always did. how could i not? you were the most beautiful among them all, a rose in between thorns. a lone firefly, shining in a field of darkness. naturally, i was drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.â
he cupped your jaw with the same hand that was caressing your face just seconds ago, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. âanything and everything you did, always had me thinking, wondering, hopingâthat you were doing it for me. just for me. to catch my attention. you don't need anyone else anyways, iâm more than enough for you. you just⊠don't see it yet.â
his grip on your jaw grew slightly tighter, your wince of pain going unnoticed by him. a crazy glimmer appeared in his eyes. âthat's why i needed to wait. wait for the perfect opportunity, the right momentâuntil it finally presented itself. in the form of your best friend, chaeyoung. she wasn't difficult to sway. her trusting nature made it even easier. she talks a lot, a bit too much sometimesâbut of course, you would knowâyouâre her best friend after all. she made it easy to know everything about you, things i couldn't find from stalking you. suddenly, you were so, so much closer. but not close enough. you still didn't care enough, you still weren't mine.â
you were freaking out. this whole situation was insane. he was insane. you were a hundred percent sure that you had never even seen him at school! yet he claimed to have been in the same one as you? either you were as invincibly ignorant as a town-fop judging of a new play, or he was bluffing. based on the current situation, he was definitely not bluffing.
but how? how could you have missed the fact that you were getting stalked? stalked! this was so, so bizarre. you were terrified, both for your life, and chaeyoungâs. you felt guilty that she had gotten involved, when clearly this was all about you.
heeseung continued talking. âso i had to do something. something, literally anything, to finally have you all to myself. the one thing i was glad for, was the fact that you remained single, your disinterest in relationships being both a blessing and a curse. it was the reason i lured chaeyoung into this, instead of getting to you directly. although, she could have gotten away from all of this, unharmed, if you weren't so⊠nosey.âÂ
he started caressing your cheek again. âdon't know why, but for some reason you started to become⊠uncomfortable around me. i didn't know why, since i was more than sure that i didn't do anything to make you feel that way. but you still did. so of course, i had to do something fast. i scraped together this elaborate plan, one that involved me and chaeyoung breaking up, after i found her âcheatingâ on me on our one year anniversary, and you consoling me, butâyou just had to run away. naturally, i had to bring both of you here.â
you gulped, trying to steal your nerves. âpleaseâyou said it yourself, it's me who you want, not herâso please, let her go. she did nothing, she doesn't need to be involved in thisââ
he tutted, cutting you off. âah ah ahâwhereâs the fun in that? she is going to remain right here, as long as i see fit.â
he took his hand off your face, stepping away from you. he walked towards chaeyoung, a few meters away from you. your heart broke, seeing the fresh tear tracks on her face, the wet patches on her blindfold being clearly visible. your own tears broke free, once he ripped her blindfold off. she squinted in the light, her eyes landing on you. a fresh batch of tears cascaded down her face.
before you could call out to her, your eyes widened, your body freezing. heeseung was pointing a gun to her head. chaeyoung realised it, muffled sobs breaking free from behind her gagâwhich, for some reason, he didnât take off, unlike what he did to yours. he rolled his eyes, nudging her head with the gun. âshut up. or i won't hesitate to blow your brains out.â
she immediately tried to stop, a small muffled hiccup escaping her in the process. heeseung rolled his eyes again, walking away from her, towards you. he kept the gun pointed towards her. he stopped in front of you, clicking the safety off. he smirked down at you. âyou want her to live?â
you nodded frantically, your eyes shaking from how much you were crying. he snickered at your state. he put the gun under your chin, using it to tilt your head up, towards him. âin that case, you better do whatever i tell you to. and no trying to act smart, or elseâŠâ
he pointed the gun at chaeyoung again, flipping the gun in his hand, making it point at her again. he made a small âbang!â sound with his mouth, imitating the gun going off. with your body raking with silent sobs, you nodded again, eyes red from your tears.
he smirked again. âthatâs a good girl. just keep being obedient like this, yea?â
he didnât wait for you to nod your head, or say yes again, going straight to business instead. to yourâand chaeyoung'sâutter horror, he began using his unoccupied hand to unbutton his jeans, under which he was somehow already hard. he pulled down the zipperâyour widened, teary eyes and shocked, tear-stricken face making him stifle a groan, sending more blood straight down south, towards his cock. oh, he was going to have so much fun playing with you.
you looked in horror as he shrugged off his pants, glancing over at chaeyoungâs equally horrified face, before looking up at his face. in a panicked state, you spoke. âw-what are you doingâ?â
he snickered at you, the gun not once moving from the direction of your best friend. his pants had come off, his hard bulge straining against his boxers, a large spot of precum having already formed on it. âwhat do you think?â
your expression was one of disgust, mixed with panic. there was no way you were going to suck your best friend's cock right in front of her, while you were both tied up to chairs, your lives in great danger. âyou can't make meââ
âi canât?â he interrupted you with a scoff, his hand pulling down his boxers. he shrugged them off, his leaking cock slapping on his stomach, leaving a trail of his sticky precum behind. his tip was an angry red, demanding immediate attention. âi canât?â he repeated, his voice taking on a mocking tone. âwhat makes you think you have a choice? unless you want your oh-so-beloved friend here to die?â
he made a move as to pull the trigger, as you quickly yelled out, your eyes widening in panic. âno no no waitâplease, i-iâll do it, donât shoot her, pleaseââ
he smirked. you were so, so easy to scare. but apparently chaeyoung was too, since he heard a scared whimperâor a muffled sobâwhatever, from her direction. he rolled his eyes subtly at the sound. he stepped closer to you, holding the base of his dick. his musky smell immediately invaded your nose, causing you to subtly scrunch it. although the smell wasnât disgusting, his act sure was. he nudged it against your unwilling lips, coating it in a layer of his precum. he decided that it was by far the prettiest gloss he had seen you wear. âwell? go on and suck it. or do you need more motivation?â
by motivation, he meant putting chaeyoung to sleep forever, of course. obviously you didnât want that, so you quickly opened your mouth, your tongue darting out to give his tip a tentative lick. the salty taste immediately invaded your taste buds, causing you to gag slightly.
the action, however, elicited a completely different reaction from heeseung. he almost fell forward with a groan, balancing himself just in time, by holding onto the top of your chair. it set a chain reaction of his cock getting pushed further in your direction. despite your unwillingness, you were fuelled with the thought of you and your best friend getting out of the hell holeâunharmedâif you obeyed him. so you tilted your head, licking a long stripe along a vein on the underside of his cock. it stretched from his base, till his tip. your tongueâs movement caused him to twitch above you, more precum dribbling out of his tip.
above you, heeseung was a mess. god-fucking-damnit, this was what he had been missing out on?! chaeyoungâs head game was nothing compared to yours, and you had barely done anything.
it was getting harder to keep the gun pointed at her, so he decided to taunt her instead. he turned to the side, towards her, to mock herâonly to be met with her eyes shut tightly, tears streaming down her face. displeased by the sight, he called out to her, trying to not sound breathless. âstop acting like a fucking prude, and open your goddamn eyes. i could shoot you right now, the only reason iâm not is because of your friend right hereââ he gestured down to you, seeing as she opened her eyes again, which were red and swollen from crying. ââso you better be grateful to her, and keep your eyes on her. or else⊠you know what kind fate is waiting for you.â
hearing him threaten her directly, made your actions falter. you glanced at chaeyoung againâthe sight of her teary eyes causing a fresh batch to roll down your eyes. you mouthed a âi promise iâll get us out of hereâunharmedâ to which she simply shook her head. your promise was empty words, as long as you both were hereâunder the threat of heeseungâs insanity. she didnât hold it against you, she knew you didnât want this either. but as long as heeseung was here, you both werenât safe.
not liking how you stopped, heeseung fisted your hair tightly in his unoccupied hand, pushing your face forcefully towards his cock once again. you had done the mistake of gasping at his tight grip, causing his cock to push itself inside your deliciously warm mouth.
heeseung had to once again let go of your hair, to hold onto the top of the chair, trying to steady himself. fuck, your mouth felt so much better than chaeyoungâs ever did. he let out an unbashed moan, as you slowly bobbed your head up and down his length. âfuck,â your tongue swirled around his tip, collecting his precum, the action only causing more to ooze out. your tongue pressed down on his slit, causing him to throw his head back. âjust like that baby,â he gripped the top of the chair tightly, in order to avoid thrusting into your mouth. âhahâdoing sâfucking great fâmeââ
he got cut off by his own groan, as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him off harshly. your tongue rubbed deliciously on the underside of his cock, the combined mixture of your saliva and his precum making it easier for you to take him in and out of your mouth. you tried your best to tune out the muffled sobs from chaeyoung in the cornerâyou were doing this so that she wouldn't be killed, not for your selfish reasons. as long as heeseung was satisfied, you both would be safe.
heeseung thought the same, as he seemed to want to take full advantage of that fact. unable to resist temptation anymore, he thrust his hips forward, relishing in how you gagged around him. he stood still for a moment, just to bask in the warmth of your throat.
but you only had one goal. satisfy himâimpress himâtill he deemed your performance good enough to let you and chaeyoung leave. which is why he was soon pleasantly surprised, as you took him further in, deep throating him. he almost moaned at the sight of his bulge in your throat. chaeyoung could never do that.
he took a glance at her, his hand holding the gun starting to ache. she was looking straight at you, small sobs raking through her body, tears running down her eyes in a steady stream. with his gun still cocked straight in her direction, he used his unoccupied hand to grab your throat, pressing down on your bulge. he let out a moan as you choked, the pressure on his cock being more than perfect.
seeing you struggling to breathe, he rolled his eyes slightly. âbreathe through your nose.â it was all he said, before he pulled almost completely out of your mouth. without giving you barely enough time to take a breath, he slammed back in, your nose pushing against his abdomen. his balls slapped against your chin, as you choked, trying hard to breathe through your nose. his hand gripped your hair tightly, as he started fucking your mouthâthroatâroughly.
your wrists and shins were hurting from how the chains were digging into them, bruises having definitely formed on them by now. from his merciless pace and brutal thrusts, your throat palate, as well as your chin, was sure to be bruised later as well. tears were streaming down your eyes, mirroring chaeyoung'sânot just from the brutality of his pace, but from the entire situation. you never thought that one day you would have to let heeseung fuck your throat, just to ensure that you and chaeyoug could live for another day.
but unexpected situations happen everyday, as heeseungâs pace turned sloppy. âfuck fuck fuckââ he changed his fast pace and short strokes to slow and deep thrusts, his cock going impossibly deep inside your throat everytimeâas if he was trying to leave an imprint in it.
finally, he let out a broken moan. âo-oh fuckâmmmââ he pulled out of your mouth quickly, his hand clutching the base of his cock to avoid cumming immediately. he started jerking off at a fast pace in front of your face. âf-fuckâopen your m-mouth fâme babyânâ stick out your tongueââ
you did as he said, screwing your eyes shut. you didn't want to accidentally make eye contact with your best friend. your face and neck was already burning hot from embarrassment, you didn't need to feel guilty as wellânot that any of this was your fault in the first place.
with a loud curse, and a broken moan of your name, his orgasm finally crashed over him. spurts of warm cum erupted from his angry red tip, landing all over your face. most of it landed on your tongue, but quite a bit landed on your eyelids, nose, and cheeks as well. admiring his masterpiece with a darkened look in his eyes, heeseung spoke. âdon't swallow⊠yet.â
he swiped the excess cum off your face with his finger, to the best of his abilities. âswallow.â he ordered, leaving no room for disobedience. he watched as you gulped, your subtle look of disgust going unnoticed. âopen your mouth again,â he said, watching with a dark satisfaction, as you obeyed. he pushed his cum covered finger inside your mouth. âsuck it, and swallow everything.â
you did just that, although you really wished you could spit it out instead. without him asking, you opened your mouth wide open, showing how you swallowed every drop. it was only then, that you dared to speak, your voice hoarse from his ministrations. âc-can we go now? i p-promise neither of us will tell anyone.â
at your question, he laughed. full on laughed. ââleaveâ?â he echoed; as if it were some foreign language. he brought his hand that was holding the gun towards your face, before using it to tilt your chin up. âwhy do you want to leave so soon, baby? you need a reward first, don't you think so?â
you blinked confusedly. âa rewardâŠ?â
a smirk creeped up on his face. âwhy yes, a reward. you have been such a good girl for me, of course you need a reward! besides, it's only logical that i return the favour, isn't it?â
your eyes widened, as the realisation settled in. âoh, i-i don't think that's necessaryââ
he subtly rolled his eyes, already sinking down on his knees in front of you. âof course it is necessary! can't just leave a girl hanging, you know?â
your eyes were wide with panic, looking at chaeyoung, as if expecting her to helpâher own eyes were wide open, as she gulped inaudibly. at this point, she was simply grateful that the two of you were alive.
you squirmed, as heeseung placed the gun down beside him, giving chaeyoung a break. his hands moved up and down your legs, lifting your dress up, bunching it around your hips, leaving you squirming uncomfortably. âh-heeseung please, i r-really don't think this is necessary.â
his jaw clenched at your words, as he tightened grip on your legs. he forced his voice to be sickly sweet, as he spoke. âbut that's the problem, isn't it? you women always think you know everything; whatever you decide is correct, is always correct. news flash darlingânot everything is sunshine and rainbows. there are loads of things out of your control, things that you should simply relax and let others do for you. so shut up, and let me do what i want to, got it? or do you want me to blow chaeyoungâs brains out, since threatening you seems to be the only way you learn to listen?â
you gulped, tears stinging your eyes, as you met his hardened gaze. how long were you both going to be trapped here? how long before he finally got bored of these games and killed you both off? how long?
heeseung produced a knife from his pocket, your panic settling in again. you only calmed downâslightlyâwhen you saw him use it to slowly tear through your panties, careful not to hurt you. although, the knife being so close to your skin scared you shitless anyways.
he sliced through them, the cold air coming in contact with your bare core, a shiver running through you. as he smirked at you, leaning closer to lick a stripe up your cunt, you suppressed a flinch. fuck, this was really happening.
you watched as he gathered a wad of saliva with his tongue, before spitting directly on your clit. you flinched slightly, which he took great delight in. heeseung watched his spit slowly drip down your pussy, causing him to be unable to resist temptation. he pushed his face towards your core, kissing it, before diving in. his tongue pushed deep inside you, something which unintentionally caused tingles of pleasure to run through you. you gasped loudly. âohâgodâwait, d-don'tââ
your broken sounds only spurred him on more, as he dragged his tongue across your inner walls, his moan reverberating through your cunt. he licked at your walls, slurping up your juices, like a starving man. you tasted so fucking good, so much better than chaeyoung. but your squirming was pissing him off, his bruisingly tight grip on your thighs not being enough to keep you still.
even after digging his blunt nails into your thighs, you didn't stop the squirmingâeven though he knew you were loving it. especially given the way you kept letting out broken gasps and the way you pushed your absolutely delicious cunt further onto his face. it was really starting to piss him off.
he quite reluctantly pulled off to glare at you. âwhy is it so hard for you to sit still, hm? it's getting really fucking annoying, you know?â
you gulped, panting slightly. âi-i justâreally want you to stopâŠâ
he raised a brow, his expression otherwise blank. âoh really? because âit doesn't feel goodâ?â
you nodded quicklyâa little too quickly. ây-yea! it f-feels weirdânot good in the slightest.â
his jaw clenchedâagain. âwell,â he gritted out. âin that case, iâll have to try something else, don't you think so?â
you blinked, before furrowing your brows. âwhatâ?â
he proceeded to pick up the gun from beside him, relishing in the way your eyes widened in horror. âif my mouth makes you feel soâuncomfortable, we will just need something else, hm? an object perhaps?â
your breathing grew shallow, as you realised where this was going. ân-no, pleaseââ
he sneered at you. âtoo fucking late for that, princess.â
he pushed the barrel of the gun inside you slowly, watching as it slid in with ease, due to his previous ministrations. he ignored your sobs and cries to stop, relishing in the way your pussy sucked it right in. âsure you don't want this princess? your pussy disagrees with your mouth, you know?â
your head faced the ceiling, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip painfully, to conceal your whimpers. your eyes were screwed shut, praying that this was just a terrifying nightmare, one you hoped you would wake up quickly from. you swore you heard a whimper near you, which was probably one of utter horror, elicited by chaeyoung, since she was witnessing everythingâbut you didn't have time to worry about her anymore, since your own life was in a much graver situation.
you let out a whimper as heeseung pushed the barrel of the gun even deeper inside you, the disgusting squelching sound from your slick almost making you gag. why, just why did this situation have to happen with you of all people?
heeseung on the other hand, was enjoying himself. he pulled the barrel out slightly, before pushing it right back in. the sounds that your cunt produced were music to his ears, your whimpers of horror and choked sobs only fuelling his sick delight. he knew you liked it, even if it was only to a certain extent. why else would your cunt clench down on the gun enough to make it hard for him to pull it out?Â
he made sure to voice out his exact thoughts to you. âsuch a slutty hole you have⊠donât you, pretty girl? it will get wet for anything that is hard enough to stick inside it, wonât it?â he revelled in the particularly loud squelch that your pussy made, when he pushed the barrel in deeper. âah⊠point proven.â
tears were streaming down your face at a fast, never ending pace, your face and neck burning up from a mix of emotionsâfear, anger, humiliationâeverything. even if you gave him hisâhis satisfaction, would it be enough to keep him satisfied for long enough? were you really going to die here? here? under these circumstances?
heeseung used his other hand to rub your clit, tired of your resistance. he rubbed dizzying circles around your hardened bundle with nerves, with deliberate slowness, the gesture teasing, with a hint of impatience. your breath hitched, giving him the incentive to continue his actions. he pinched your clit, drawing out a shocked gasp, before rubbing it harshly.
your head was spinning. with the gun still dangerously sliding in and out of you, and the added stimulation of your clit, it was hard to focus on anything. your head tipped back, and before you could control yourself, a moan slipped past. âh-heeseuâahââ
you immediately bit your lip, your eyes widening, surprised by yourself. did you really just�
heeseung on the other hand, was on cloud nine. he was both elated, yet shocked at the same time. with a nasty grin, and a crazed gleam in his eyes, he fastened the pace of the gun, pinching and flicking your bundle of nerves. âfuuuuck babyâdo it again, câmonâi knew you were a nasty little slut, just needed a little bit of⊠encouragement, isnât that it? câmon pretty, againââ
your eyes screwed shut, as you refused to let any sounds escape again, despite the very loud moan bubbling up in your throat. you tried to squeeze your legs shut, as his actions started to make you feel alarmingly good. for fuckâs sake, there was a goddamn gun inside youâhow on earth were you liking this?!
heeseung caught on immediately, pushing your legs further apart, sliding the gun in and out of you at a ruthless pace, forcing another moan out of you. with how fast he was rubbing your clit, it was extremely hard to not moanâin fact, it was hard for you to even breathe, given how he was drawing out choked out moans from you at an almost inhuman pace.
he leaned down, replacing the thumb on your clit with his tongue, sucking on it harshly. you almost doubled over from the intense feeling, letting out a sharp cry. he bit down on your clit, the gun drawing out disgusting noises, as it dragged across your slimy walls, coated in your arousal. he flicked your clit with his tongue, enjoying the choked sob you let out.
your stomach started to tighten, the alarming realisation of your rapidly approaching orgasm alarming you. you tried to squeeze your legs shut, drawing out a groan of⊠pleasure, from heeseung. he sucked on your clit harder, rolling it around with his tongue. he paid no attention to what you were babbling about. âh-heeseungâhng!âstopâi- i canâtâahââ
he flicked your clit again, before increasing the pace of his hand, the gun pounding into you with alarmingly deep strokes. he bit your bundle of nerves againânot too harshly, but enough to finally make the band in your stomach snap.
your vision went white, your ears ringing loudly, as your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami. clear liquid sprayed out of your cunt, coating the lower half of heeseungâs face and his hand with your squirt. he was quick to try his best and lick up every drop, before looking up at you; his eyes dark, a predatory smirk on his face.
as you came down from your high, you locked eyes with him, immediately understanding what had just happened. red hot shame washed over you, covering you like a blanket of fire. it creeped up your neck and face, making you want to crawl into a hole and never see the light of the day again.
âwellâŠâ heeseung said, sliding the gun out of your sensitive pussy, your face scrunching from the sound of your wetness. âthere is absolutely no way you can deny not liking this nowâany of this. youâre enjoying this a lot more than youâre letting on darling, and this proved just that.â
you pant, trying to catch your breath. you suddenly remembered about chaeyoungâfuck. she watched all of it. wellâthere was nothing you could do. heeseung is⊠insane, that bit was for sure. this was all technically her fault. if only she didnât approach him that night, all of this wouldnât have happened. you wouldnât have been the one to suffer.
were you feeling bitter? yes, extremely so. after all, why wouldnât you? chaeyoung was a pawn in heeseungâs sick and twisted game to attain you for some weird reason, which could have all been avoided if it wasnât for her thirsty ass that fell for a random guy that smirked at her in some bar one day. her lack of self control caused this, so yes, excuse you for feeling bitter and resenting your oh-so-beloved best friend.
suddenly, as if heeseung hadn't yet reached the height of insanity, he brought the barrel of the gun towards his mouth. he locked eyes with you, relishing in the way your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear, before engulfing the barrel with his lips. still maintaining eye contact with you, he sucked the barrel of the gun, licking off your juices.
your breath hitched, as you gulped. what the actual fuck was wrong with him?
you watched as he took the gun out of his mouth with a pop, setting it aside. he got up, his dick on full display, already rock hard, with precum dribbling out of it. he untied your hands, but gave you no chance to move them, before producing a pair of handcuffs from his discarded pants. he used them to bind your hands together, before untying your legs.
once you were free to move from the chair, he dragged you off it, before shoving you down on the ground, face first. you landed with an uncomfortable thud, almost falling on your face because of your dress. you managed to balance yourself on your hands, trying your best to steady yourself.
before you could do much, heeseung was grabbing you again, manhandling you, so that you now faced in chaeyoung's direction. he went over to herâignoring her sobsâturning her chair to make her face you directly. you gulped, tears streaming down you face again as you both locked eyes. silent apologies were exchanged between you both, the fear of heeseungâs newfound crazy side terrifying you both to death.
your heart raced against your chest, as you watched heeseung pick up the gun again. he got behind you, as you heard his knees hit the groundâpresumably from kneeling down. all the colour vanished from your face, your blood running cold. was he seriously going toâ
you didn't have to wonder for too long, your fears getting confirmed, as he lifted up your dress unceremoniously, bunching it up on your lower back. you squeezed your eyes shut, a whimper of utter humiliation leaving you, as he squeezed your ass cheeks. he slapped them, watching them jiggle, before continuing to rub and squeeze them. it was then that you made a promise to yourself: if you made it out of thereâaliveâyou were going to make sure he rotted in jail for the rest of his life.
you felt his hand graze against your wet and still sensitive cunt, a shiver running down your spine. he noticed it immediately, giving your pussy a slap. your eyes widened in shock, a loud gasp leaving you. his grip on your ass cheeks tightened. âyou knowâŠâ he leaned down, his torso pressing against your back, his lips close to your ear. âyou looked so, so cute squirting over that gunâeven after pretending that you hated every second of it. think you can do it again? on my cock this time?â
your eyes widened, as you stared down at the ground in a mixture of shock and disgust. âheeseung,â you spoke, your voice shaky. âi-i think this has gone too far alreadyââ
he pinched your clit harshly, making you cry out in pain. âshut the fuck up. i don't remember asking you whether it has gone âtoo farâ or not. was the question really that hard for your pea sized brain to comprehend?â
he grabbed the knife from the pocket of his discarded jeans, barely giving you any time to react, as he cut open your dressâleaving you bare to his eyes. he groped your tits with one hand, keeping the knife away again. he twisted your nipple, smirking when you let out a whimper of pain. âperhaps you can't answer such simple questions. must be too hard for you to understand, aren't they?â
his mocking tone made your face and neck burn with humiliationâalong with the fact that chaeyoung was witnessing all of it. her boyfriend of one year forcing himself upon her best friend. you didn't know who to feel more sorry forâyourself, or for her.
with another pinch on your nipple, this time harder than before, heeseung drew your attention back to him. âmaybe i should stop asking questions and just get on with it. you would like that, wouldn't you? oh, my bad, forgot sluts can't comprehend basic questions.â
without another word, he plunged two fingers right into yourâto your utter horrorâdripping hole, dragging them across your inner walls. you suppressed a whimper, as he began scissoring his fingers inside you, stretching out your already stretched and very sensitive cunt.
you screwed your eyes shut, your forehead touching the groundâfloor, your teeth painfully biting down on your bottom lip. you hated how he dragged you both here, hated what he was doing to you, hated that he made chaeyoung watchâyou despise his very existence. unfortunately, seething in your mind did nothing to improve the situation. in fact, it only continued to lower your morale.
heeeseung rubbed slow circles around your hardened bundle of nerves, trying to evoke any kind of sound from youânothing. you were being stubborn, refusing to give in. wellâfine by him. he could always catch you by surprise. which, given the current situation, was something he had been doing this whole day.
he pulled you closer by your hips, your knees scraping the ground slightly in process, a pained noise of protest eliciting from you. but that wasnât even the actual surprise. your breath hitched, your heartbeat running wild, as you felt his tip sliding through your wetness, collecting your slick. this was really happening.
knowing it was bound to happenâdreading itâdidnât really make it easier. if you had known that chaeyoung going to the bar a year ago would have landed you in this position, you would have never let her go. thisâthis was worse than anything else that could have possibly happened.
you felt him start to slowly push inâa slightly difficult feat, since you were doing your best to resistâbut your cunt was doing the opposite. his grip on your hips tightened. âcâmon pretty,â he pushed in another inch. âjust let me in, yeah? donâtâfuckâdonât be such an uncooperative little bitch.â
he pushed all the way in with a grunt, your pained whimper accompanying it. âfuuuuckkk,â he groaned in satisfaction, enjoying the way your core pulsed around him. âsee? that wasnât so hard, was it?â
heeseung didnât really wait for an answerâhe knew he wasnât going to get one from you anyways. he slid almost completely out, before slamming back in, letting out a loud groan of satisfaction at the wet squelching noise. noticing that you were struggling to hold yourself up, he let out a snicker, before yanking your body upwards slightly. he balanced himself on his knees, setting a slow, yet satisfactory enough pace for himself. he squeezed your tit with one hand, before yanking on your chin, making you face chaeyoung again. he leaned down to whisper in your ear. âlook at her,â the small sob you let out had him thrust into you at a particularly harsh pace. âdoesnât she look lonely there? such a shame, this was all your fault after all. if only you noticed me back in school.â
he slammed himself into you, tip kissing your cervix, his pelvis hitting your ass. he reveled in the way it bounced with every thrust, his hands never stopping their wandering, groping and squeezing every bit of flesh he could reach. the look in chaeyoungâs eyes made you wonder if cooperating with him in the first place was the right decision. wasnât dying better than this torture that he was putting you both through currently?
fisting your hair, he yanked your head back, slamming his mouth onto yours. he practically devoured your lips, barely giving you a chance to breathe. it was as if he was quite literally trying to steal your breath. biting down on your lip, he fastened his pace, each thrust forcefully eliciting loud gasps and whimpers from you, sounds that he gladly swallowed. âkeep making those pretty sounds for me baby, itâs only making me want to continue to ruin you.â
a fresh batch of tears rolled down your eyes, as his hand snaked down to rub your clit. more moans of his name spilled out of your mouthâtelling him to stopâbut they only served to encourage him further.
detaching his mouth from yours, he put his hand on your back, pushing it into an arch, as he continued to pound into you. you could see stars at the back of your eyes, unwanted pleasure starting to cloud your senses. holy fuckâthis wasn't supposed to feel good. but it did. it felt so fucking good.
you could feel every single vein of his dragging across your inner walls, cock curving into you and hitting all the right spots. it felt goodâhe felt good. dizzyingly good.
you didn't even realise when you let out a broken moan of his name, pure unadulterated pleasure laced in your voice. âheeâahhâseungââ
the effect, however, was immediate. his hips slowed down, before he completely stilled inside you. when he spoke, his voice was soft, sounding like a dangerous whisper. âwhat was that?â
you didn't really hear his question, too focused on the way the pleasure was suddenly gone. you wiggled your hips, trying to get it back. it was as if you were drunk; completely delirious of your surroundings. he gripped your hips to still you, repeating his question. âi said, what was that?â
you barely registered his words, opting to just say his name. âh-heeseung?â
âfuck.â
with a loud groan, he pulled almost completely out, before slamming back in, his pace brutally fast now. the grip he had on your hips was sure to bruise later on. the fast pace had his balls slapping against your clit continuously, the motion only serving to pull more sounds of unadulterated pleasure from you. it was sickening, the way your body was starting to like this, the rational part of your brain completely ignoring chaeyoungâs existence.
it wasn't that any of it mattered to him. all that did matter to heeseung was you, and right now you were doing more than okay. chaeyoung was a⊠casualty in his quest to obtain you. a quest that obviously wasâto his utter delightâvery much successful.
you didnât know how long he had been going at it, you just knew it had been long enough. the tingling in your clit was driving you insane; your release so closeâyet so far.
heeseung was seemingly holding out. it was as if he was afraid of this to end, in a way. afraid that maybe all of it is just a dreamâyouâre not really here. none of this is actually real.
fortunately for him, everything was very much real. it was all happening. you were really in his grasp, he was really fucking you, while chaeyoung was being forced to watch. along with the fact that you were liking it. enjoying it. that was real too.
perhaps he had enough of playing around. or maybe he just remembered his previous wishâwas it even a wish?âof wanting to see you squirt on his cock. but either way, he suddenly did a three sixty. or one eighty. whichever would be more accurate in describing his current mood, as he harshly pinched your clit.
you let out a sharp gasp, an incredulous âheeseungâ!â leaving you. but he ignored it, opting to flick your hardened nub, rubbing torturous circles around it. he has to see you squirt on his cock, he knows you can do itâhe can make you do it.
your gasps soon turn into moans, which encourage him to continue. his actions were driving you to your breaking point, that much was clear from your reactions. the way you were clenching around his cock, making it harder for him to continue to thrust into you? so fucking delicious.
perhaps he should have done this sooner. you know, this whole kidnapping thing. you could have been his a lot earlier then. but then again, patience is the key. this was the best chance he has ever gotten, it was only logical for him to pull such a stunt today. besides, good things take time to acquire. and you, are the best fucking thing to ever exist.
the band in your stomach continued to grow tighter and tighter and tighter, to a point that it physically hurt. so you did the logical thing, and told himâall the while tears slipped past uncontrollably from the pain. âh-heeseungâplease, it hurts, i canâtââ
but he shut you up immediately, rubbing your clit at a harsher pace. âyes, yes you can, youâre so fucking close, câmonââ
the pressure in your stomach was insane, so was the pressure on your clit. the pace of heeseungâs thrusts was bordering maniac, thatâs how fast he was going. it was a mix of pain and pleasure, your brain fogging up, vision going foggy.
heeseungâs hand was starting to tire, but he doubled his pace, desperate to see you squirt again. âplease please pleaseââ he chanted, like a mantra. you were so fucking close, damn itâ
then it happened. your vision went white, shapes visible in the back of your eyes. white noise ringing in your ears. your back arched almost uncomfortably, as you let out a loud cry. your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, your squirt spraying all over his lower abdomen, wetting his shirt. it kept spraying, coating his cock, as he plunged in and out of you at an insane pace, making you ride out your orgasm.
as your vision slowly swam back, you felt him pull your hips back one last time, burying himself to the hilt, before ropes of warm cum spurted out of his tip. it coated your inner walls in white, as he let out a satisfied groan. he slowly pulled out his softening length, reveling in the way his cum dripped out of you.
you collapsed to the floor, close to passing out. you were sore, so fucking sore. heeseung felt the tiniest bit of pity for you, but he could take care of you later. right now, he has something else to take care of.
he slowly pulled you up, making you sit in his lap, facing the front. he forced you to open your eyes, and face chaeyoung. your eyes widened slightly, regret and guilt starting to hit you. you had almost forgotten that she was still there. you could barely meet her eyes from shame, not wanting to look at her expression of hurt, or her dried tears.
but heeseung wasnât having any of it. he made you face her, properly. your breath hitched, feeling the gun touching your chin. âlook at her properly darling,â his voice was husky, and creepy. something about his tone didnât make you feel very good about whatever was about to come out of his mouth next. turns out, you were right to be scared.
âbecause this will be the last time you ever do.â
before you even had time to process his words, a loud âbang!â rang out through the basement, making you flinch. as you opened your eyes, disbelief and horror was etched upon your features.
surelyâsurely that wasnât chaeyoung slumped over in that chair? blood dripping from her head. surely? she wasâshe was just alive! it canât beâit simply couldnât beâ
but you didnât even have time to process that, as you felt a sharp pain on your neck, before everything started to go black. you hadnât noticed when heeseung had produced a syringe from his jeansâ pocket, just like you didnât notice him picking up that gun. the same gun that ended chaeyoungâs life.
when you woke up, you were dressed in clothes that you didnât recognise. but they were larger than you, so you guessed they belonged to heeseung. your left hand was tied to the bedpost with handcuffs, the rest of your body free to moveâeven if it wasnât exactly freedom. the room you were in was⊠dingy, and quite small, with just one window and a singular cabinet on the other side of the room. there was a nightstand with an untouched glass of water on itâbut you wouldnât dare drink from it.
as you slowly sat up, you folded your legs up to your chest, resting your head on your knees. you stared at the wallâand everything started rushing into your mind at once in a huddled mess. chaeyoung and heeseungâs anniversary lunch, chaeyoungâs absence from her own anniversary lunch, the kidnapping, chaeyoungâs deathâ
oh.
oh.
chaeyoung was dead.
when the tears came, it was as if a dam broke. the tears flowed and flowed, with no signs of stopping. you didnât want to cry. what was the use of crying? would these tears bring her back? it wouldnât. nothing would. she was gone. your best friend of almost two decadesâgone. poof. just like that.
all because of some maniac, who didnât care for anyone. a jerk, a disgusting psychopath, who doesnât realise that humanâs lives arenât dispensable to his will.
in the middle of your wallowing, you heard the door open. you picked up your head, your vision blurry from crying. you squint your eyes, seeing heeseung enter the room with a tray, filled with a bowl of cut fruit. he placed the fruit near the end of the bed, sitting down, maintaining some distance between you both. he knew you didnât want him near you right now, given his previous actions, but you would warm up to him soon enough. you had to. this was your new life.
he tilted his head, noticing the glass of water still untouched on the nightstand. he raised a brow at you. âyouâre not thirsty?â
you glared at him, shaking your head, despite being absolutely parched. he sighed at your defiance, saying nothing. he got up, went around the bed, towards the nightstand. picking up the glass, he sat close to you, grabbing your jaw in his other hand. âdrink up, câmon. donât make this harder than it has to be.â
as he brought the glass near your mouth, you pressed your lips into a thin line, before smacking the glass out of his hands with your free one. he watched as the glass shattered into a million pieces on the floor, an unreadable expression on his face.
his silence suffocated you. you were already regretting your decision. why did you always have to act in such a brash manner?
he turned his face towards you again. as he brought his hand up, you flinched, screwing your eyes shut. you felt his hand caress your cheek, leading you to open your eyes. his face was expressionless, even when he spoke. âdonât be mad at me because of chaeyoung. it was bound to happen anyways. she was a hindrance in our story, donât you see? she would have taken you away from me if i didnât kill her. donât hate me because of her.â
your hand twitches, and so does your eye. you wanted to strangle him. calling chaeyoung a hindrance?! oh, he was so dead. as soon as you escape this hell hole, you were going to make sure you personally hunted his sorry ass down and gave him a death far more slow and torturous than the one he gave to chaeyoung. he was going to pay. you were going to make sure of that.
you stayed silent, simply glaring at him. you were currently at a disadvantage, so you couldnât really do anything, except for waiting. so thatâs what you were gonna do. wait.
sensing that you werenât going to say anything, he kisses your foreheadâto which you have to stop yourself from slapping himâbefore getting off the bed and making his way to the door. right before going out, he turned around. âdonât forget to eat the fruit, or you will grow weaker than you already are.â
he shut the door, finally leaving. you breathed a sigh of relief. finally. you were alone again. you could continue to wallow in self pity now. you didnât plan on eating anything, since you didnât trust him.
you laid down, looking at the ceiling. how long were you going to be trapped here? would you ever be able to get out? right now, there didnât seem to be any hope of escaping, but perhaps in the near futureâŠ
a wave of sleepiness washed over you. you were tired, so, so tired. maybe sleeping would be good for now. yes, you should get some rest.
when you woke up, it was dark. confused, you blearily sat up, blinking at your surroundings. why were you suddenly up?
then you heard it. the gun shots. they rang loud and clear, yellings of âget down!â and âsurrender now!â rang through the place. a flash of hope rose in you. was it the policeâŠ?
suddenly, the door to your room banged open. two female police officers entered the room, pointing the gun around the room. upon realising that there was no one else other than you, one of them quickly broke the handcuffs as best as she could, as the other frantically checked upon you. âmaâam are you okay? did he hurt you?â she kept throwing questions at you, as you assured her that you were fineâas fine as a person could be, after the kind of hell heeseung put you through.
they wrapped a coat around you, before bringing you downstairs. it was a dingy two storey house in some shady part of the town, apparently, according to what they told you. they told you that they got a tip about a kidnapping from an anonymous source, which, from your deduction, was probably that waitress from the restaurant. although you could be wrong, of course.
downstairs, you saw heeseung with a busted lip, hands restrained with handcuffs behind his back, two police officers assisting him to the car. when his gaze landed on you, he spoke with a bone chilling smirk. âdonât worry darling. they wonât be able to keep us away from each other for too long. iâll come back for you, i promise.â
the policemen scoffed at him, rudely pushing him forward. although his words scared you, you trusted the police to do their job. as you were guided out of the dingy house, you suddenly remember chaeyoung. you informed the police of her, causing them to share a look. they led you to the car, four of them staying back, to look for herâher body.
two months had passed since that incident. a trial was held for heeseung, which almost immediately declared him to be âguiltyâ, due to the presence of overwhelming evidence. he was charged with a lot of things, things which you both knew, and didnât know of. either way, he got what he deserved. a lifetime in jail.
it was finally time for chaeyoungâs funeral. her family and you wanted to wait until heeseung got what he deserved, and now that he was finally behind bars, it was time to say goodbye to chaeyoung. for the last time.
as the coffin was lowered down, you said your final goodbyes. you never imagined this day would come, at least not this soon. but it was here. life was unexpected and cruel, thatâs what you had learnt in the past two months. but it has to go on. you couldnât let eventsâno matter how unfortunate they areâhold you back. so you wiped your tears, leaving the grounds quietly.
as you sat inside your car, your phone rang with a âding!â. it was a notification. a message, from an unknown number. you frowned, clicking on it. the contents had the blood from your face draining. your hands shook, as the phone fell out of your grasp.
âblack suits you. but red looks the best on you, donât you think so?â
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(not) strictly business.
Jay walks, talks, and fucks in business mode. anon request: could you do Jay and the reader in the back of his limousine?? wc: 1.7k A/N: probs not that good considering i'm basically brain fried from finals but ayyye! not proof read. MDNI.
The plush seats are no where near as plush as Jay's lips when he puts them against you. Bruising, so brash and rough compared to what you expected from him.
He looked so...expensive just hours ago, but look at him now. Acting like a starving man in need of something. Acting as if you paid for this limousine to bring him back to after a chance meeting. Leaving his wallet with all of those heavy weighted credit cards tossed to the side as if you'd never think to steal them. For a moment in the club, you thought his passing glances were coincidence. After all, you're not the prettiest or most flashy girl here tonight. In fact, you only got in because your boss put your name on the list. "Stay professional" has been the thought on your mind all night too. After five or so drinks though, professional becomes something else. It becomes flirting with your boss. Flirting with your boss' sister, flirting with the bar tender, with the bouncer, with anyone walking up to the table since it's not professional to go out and dance. When Jay approached, an upper management dick, or whatever, from your company's competitor, you remember drinking the paid for drink by him as if it was an insult. Like it didn't taste like fucking heaven. You endured your boss shit talking him, and the whole company he works for. You endured the fuzzy feelings in your gut when more drinks kept coming with his name attached through a whisper from the waiter. It was for the whole table just once, now multiple times, only for you. And where did that professional persona go when you looked your boss in the eye as Jay walked you out of the club? Where did it go when Jay's lips formed a smirk at your boss' more pursed expression, with narrowed eyes solely because you laughed?
That smirk now. So, so soft compared to that fake ass company-man voice used to speak through them. He's saying sweet words now. No more work-related terms, only praise, only wants, only needs. Curiosities. Oh god. "Ever fuck your boss?" Jay had mumbled against your neck, kissing along your pulse points and making damn sure you shiver. You lend him a giggle and a shake of your head. "Fuck no." You laugh out, drunkenly and slurred just like him. "Good." He had said back, while simultaneously pushing his fingers into you through the deep make out session with both your lips and your neck. You didn't quite pick up on the possessiveness there, nor did you really care. "Heard he wasn't of much use," Jay continues to mumble against you, angling his fingers up, down, forward, trying to learn your body and become an expert at it in record time. "Seeing how he let you walk right out with me, I'd argue the rumors may be true." You moan before you pause, wrapping your legs around him and feeling the leather against your shoulders. His fingers are working magic despite the tight space he's created on top of you like this, but still, you pause. He notes the slight confusion, or perhaps you're just as curious as he is. The response to your pause is a breathy laugh and a lick to your jaw before he whispers again, right against the shell of your ear. "Just shocked he hasn't tried anything with you yet." Oh, so those other rumors are true. You've heard your boss may be a bit of a playboy. A fucking asshole about it too. You didn't really pay much mind to those rumors though, after all...someone who runs an entire department usually has some enemies. "Oh, you think he'd fuck me?" "Who wouldn't?" Jay chuckles again, shutting you up efficiently this time when his fingers hit the spot he had been looking for. The soft, spongy surface planted on your upper walls. His mouth falls open when yours does, mimicking your expression before that slack mouth turns to a wide and sparkling toothed grin. "Right there?" Your arms and legs both squeeze at him as you nod aggressively, eyes closing tightly when you let out another moan, this time more broken. "Yes!" You choke out, chasing his fingers with your body as if to invite him to hit the spot harder, harder, harder. That's all Jay needed though. To find it with his fingers, watch you fall apart, and then leave you with nothing. He shakes his head at you when he pulls his fingers out, placating anything you want to argue by sliding his fingers past your lips and giving you a look that, somehow, silently tells you to "wait." You do, watching as his other hand makes itself useful by means of shoving his tight pants down in one go. He grimaces at the harsh feeling at first, the stiff waistband dragging past his pulsing cock all at once, almost making him shiver even through the pain. "Yeah?â He asks for confirmation through a slur, eyes drowsy but dark and piercing.Â
You nod instantly, feeling your pussy throb at the need for it. You canât even see it but fuck, fuck, yes. You want it.
You want it right now. He mimics you again, nodding along with you as he gives you that same smile, with those plush lips. Then you feel it. The head of his cock feels average at the first prod of it. Heâs tapping your clit, gently pressing against your hole, sliding up and down. You canât truly pinpoint his size through this, nor does it really matter because you feel good regardless. You could do all this and not ever have a single glimpse of it as long as he knows how to use it. The slide inside of you is bigger than you had been prepared for though, and he is well aware based on your expression. The head alone, thick and dribbling with precum fills you beyond expectation. Your mouth falls open again, to that of the look he seems to enjoy the most out of you. He leans closer to your face now, inhaling your small, open-mouthed whimpers at the way he doesnât stop.
He keeps sliding in, all the way, until he feels that tight hole pulse around him as if itâs struggling to fit the last inch of his girth. In all fairness, you are struggling, but your legs donât loosen, your grip around his shoulders tighten, and you finally blink up at him with glassy, drowsy eyes.Â
âFuckââ He moans at you, watching the way you endure it, the way you let him give it to you however he pleases. And, well, he takes that thought and runs with it. Slamming into you hard to fit that last inch, holding himself there for a moment to feel your tight heat struggle, then he pulls out, and then slams back in. Over and over again, up until you relax and release that held breath of yours for him to swallow up.Â
And you know, this limousine is quite spacious but Jay manages to make it feel as cramped as any shitty little car. Heâs so crowded up to you, so tightly packed into you, you can't help but hold your breath out of fear youâd steal all the oxygen in this space.Â
Still, the leather seats are comforting, slicking up the more the straps of your shirt nudge down. The sweat offers a slide similar to that of Jayâs cock inside of you. You move easily under him, and he uses it to his advantage for a moment. Lifting up and looking down at you, watching the way your entire body slides up with each harsh thrust into you. The image is more delicious than any expensive drink he could buy right now, and goddamn do you look good in a space that probably costs more than your home. He canât help but feel like youâd look even better attached to his arm, at his company, with his friends.Â
âQuit your job.â Jay suddenly blurts mid-groan, his gut bubbling with arousal and pausing his thrust at the sheer arousal of it. Financial domination, financial bribery. Youâll take it just like you take his cock, he knows you will.Â
Youâd scoff at the mid-fuck bribe if it werenât for the fact that youâre well aware of what even the lower level employees make at that company. You had sent your resume to them long before you considered the company you currently work for. Heâll probably think heâs done some dirty-tactic in the business world at getting you to quit, but to be quite honestâŠyou donât really care.
âOkay.â You respond in a broken way, a tone and pitch to your voice that Jay clings to.Â
âYeah? Gonna stay right here for me?â Jay continues, slowly urging the conversation back to that of fucking you, repeatedly. âGonna do as I say from now on?â
âYes.â You nod aggressively, wondering if having Jayâs cock in you right now means a higher pay later when you inevitably pack your shit and are given a new office, in a new building, in a much nicer part of town.Â
âFuckâyeah, thatâs right.â
And, well. Youâre both kind of right. ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»
That night in the limousine ended with you in his bed. The mattress in his loft was just as plush as his lips, and his cock repeatedly proved to you over and over again just how much worth the decision would end up being for you.Â
âName your priceââ He had mumbled against you at one point, as if slightly questioning that youâre just telling him what he wants to hear.Â
âYou donât have to pay me to fuck me, you know.â You had responded to him, sick of the work talk by that point. âIâm not a prostitute.âÂ
âI know.â He had responded, solidifying in your head that the confidence he has is for good reason, and the fucking asshole is genuinely negotiating pay with you while his cock is lodged in your uterus.Â
Well. âGive me the highest paying job I qualify for.âÂ
Wife, is what Jay would suggest if he lets himself think with his dick, but he holds that one back. Heâs not ready for that shit yet anyway.Â
âAssistant.â He mumbled in a moan, gripping your tit tightly before shutting himself up with your perked up nipple.Â
You hummed in response, brushing his hair with your fingers. Assistant to him, you assume. And considering he is a big wig in the company, you can only imagine that soon, your apartment, car, and wardrobe will appear far better than it is now.Â
Heâll make sure of it.Â
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250215 â YIZHIYU FANSIGN




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â bad girl



âž 18+ mdni.
heeseung never backs down from punishing you for your disobedience and jake always joins in to the fun.
| pairing. bf!heeseung x fem!reader x bf!jake
| warnings. heavy dom/sub dynamics, dubcon, impact play, mean mean heeseung!!, manipulation, unprotected sex, aftercare.
| wc. 1.8k
âhe was so mean!â you cry out, cradled in jakeâs lap, tears endlessly falling from your reddened eyes.Â
âwas he?â jake asks in a calm tone, rubbing your back in soothing circles.Â
you nod your head repeatedly, loudly sobbing and sniffling. you wipe the tears off your face with your fingers, but itâs useless as more roll down your cheeks just after.Â
your butt is burning, still feeling heeseungâs handprint on you. jakeâs hand slowly goes down your back, reaching your ass, gently groping your flesh. he feels it, too, how hot your skin still is from your boyfriendâs violent spanking. he likes it, almost growling as he palms your ass, careful to not hurt you more.
âyes, he- he didnât want to stop,â you explain, chest heaving irregularly as you continue crying, âhe was really mad.â
jake bites down into his bottom lip, watching your tears cascading your face, dripping down the side of your neck. he looks at your trembling lips all coated in drool, noticing the imprint of your teeth on them.Â
his fingers wander under your soft, fuzzy shorts, your brows knitting together as you feel the pad of his fingers grazing the bump of your pussy. is he not listening to you?
âjakeâŠâ
he stares at you with his pupils blown out, licking his lips. âmy poor baby,â he coos, âwhat did you do to make heeâ so mad at you?âÂ
youâre confused when jake tells you this, his voice sounding rather mocking than concerned.Â
he slowly rubs your clothed pussy, pressing down on your clit, faintly smiling when you squirm in his lap at the contact.Â
âi justâŠâ you huff out, a little embarrassed. âi touched myself when he told me not to,â you pout.Â
âaw, dirty little girlâŠâ jake groans, sliding his fingers over your puffy lips. âshouldnât have disobeyed him, baby. you know the consequences.â
you sigh. âi know, but⊠itâs not fair!âÂ
jakeâs hand suddenly leaves your shorts, coming to sharply slap your cheek. your head moves to the side from the impact, your stomach turning into knots. you weakly whimper, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth to hold back a cry.
âbad girl,â jake scolds, âyou don't defy our authority. you know the rules.â
âsorry, jakeâŠâ you mumble, looking down shamefully.Â
you tentatively look up at him, seeing his eyes already on you. you know jake is not as severe as heeseungâfar from itâbut he still doesnât hesitate to remind you who decides here. thank god he isnât like your other boyfriend because you really wouldnât get a break from getting your ass beat up.Â
jake hums in response, wrapping an arm around your waist, putting down his other hand on your thigh. âyou should apologize to heeseung, not me, baby.â
you exhale through your nose, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. you briefly play with the hem of his shirt before agreeing with him. you disobeyed the rules, after all. but youâre still shaken from the previous events, remembering heeseung sharp voice, delivering each spank with more force than the precedent.Â
when you reach heeseungâs room, you quickly knock on his door, nervously pushing down the handle after you hear him telling you to enter.Â
he doesnât look at you when you get inside his room, folding the clean laundry on his bed. you stand by the entrance, not wanting to risk doing anything that could anger him a second time.Â
âheeseungie⊠iâm sorryâŠâ you eventually say, crossing your arms behind your back.Â
he folds a pair of jeans and throws it over the other folded clothes, turning his head at you. he studies your face for a few seconds, his eyes slowly lingering down your body. a sense of pride goes through him as he sees the bruises he left on you earlier.Â
âis that so?â he rasps out, arching a brow, seeming unbothered, quite disinterested.Â
you shyly nod, glancing down at your feet. blood creeps up to your face, feeling small under heeseungâs scrutinizing gaze.Â
after a moment of silence, he tells you to come to him. when you do so, he lays his palm on the back of your head, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. he gently pats your hair after, staring down at you, expressionless.Â
the silence is heavy and tense and you gulp down, sensing that perhaps heeseung hasnât completely forgiven you.Â
âsorry, huh?â he repeats and you nod, frowning your brows. nothing happens for a moment until heeseung roughly pulls you to the bed, pushing you down. you gasp out when your body hits the mattress, bouncing back, some of the clothes falling down to the floor. âlying little brat. you think i donât know you?â he spits out, gripping your hair and pinning your head down.Â
you start shaking, tears prinkling your eyes. a spark of hope lights up in you as jake passes by, checking on whatâs happening inside heeseungâs bedroom.Â
âjake!â you cry out, face stuck to the mattress by your boyfriendâs strong hold.Â
you naively think heâs going to ease down heeseungâs anger, but the smile on his face tells you that he wonâtâheâll help heeseung, not you.Â
âwhat do you have in mind?â jake asks him, eyes glinting mischievously.Â
heeseung keeps a stern face, gaze never leaving you. âshe needs to fucking learn her lesson,â he says, âwe gotta make it clear that a simple sorry isnât enough to make it up to the disobedience she showed.âÂ
âbut i learnt my lesson!âÂ
you whine in pain when heeseung gives your ass a spank, daring you to say something else. âiâm not talking to you.âÂ
you silently cry, muffling your noises into heeseungâs bed sheets, and jake lets out a laugh at how easily you cave in under heeseungâs palm.Â
âi donât want her to be able to sit for a week.â
your heart skips a beat at his words and you look up at heeseung then shift your gaze to jake. âplease,â you whine, bottom lip trembling, âitâs not fair,â you say again because itâs truly not fair. you already got your punishment.Â
heeseung pulls your head up by your hair, making you wince from the pain. âbecause you think you deserve fairness? youâre below us, princess. fairness is not something youâll ever get,â he cruelly tells you, and you feel a wave of heat travel down to your core.Â
he lets go of you and looks at jake whoâs still smiling, enjoying your misery way too much.Â
âtake her mouth, i donât want to hear any more of her whining,â he orders jake and he doesnât need to be told twice.Â
heeseung gets you on all fours, jake taking place in front of you, smirking when your tearful eyes lock with his. âmy babyâŠâ he cups your cheek, running his thumb over it.Â
youâre distracted by jake for a moment, gasping when your shorts get tugged down along with your panties, exposing your pussy to your boyfriend. jake canât help but take a look, too, amazed to see so many bruises littering your skin.Â
without warning, heeseung plunges two fingers inside of you, immediately smacking your ass when you let out a moan.Â
âi told you to shut her up, didnât i?â he glares at jake and his smile falters for a second.Â
âcalm your nerves,â jake hisses. âbecause youâre older, donât mean you get to boss me around like iâm your bitch.â
you try your best to muffle any moan, but heeseung hits your ass at the faintest sound, inevitably making you cry out, delivering another, sharper slap.Â
soon enough, jakeâs hard cock springs free. he wraps a hand around your throat, tilting your head up, slipping himself past your lips. he pushes in inch by inch, moaning as he watches your lips stretch around him.Â
behind you, heeseung thrusts his fingers in and out of you roughly, not even having your pleasure in mind, only your pain. his palm smacks against your pussy everytime he bottoms out, the other one gripping the flesh of your ass, sinking his short nails into your skin.Â
you really feel like youâre being punished this time. usually pleasure is involvedâalways is when thereâs the two of themâbut right now feels straight up mean. just cruel.Â
you jolt forward when heeseungâs palm meets your butt again, whining around jakeâs dick. he groans as it sends vibrations through his body, passing his fingers between your hair and taking a handful of it. he guides your mouth over him, soft praises reaching your ears, a vast contrast to how your other boyfriend treats you.Â
you look up at jake, giving him your saddest puppy eyes, hoping to gain some pity from him, but he only smiles, patting your head. âsuch a wet little mouth, drooling all over me like a dog,â he grins, squeezing your throat a little, wanting to feel it tighten around him.Â
your limbs are weak, shaking so much that you doubt youâll be able to stand on them for longer. especially with heeseungâs hand meeting your ass every now and then and the heel of his palm hitting your pussy as he roughly fucks his fingers inside of you.
your arms finally fail you when jake pulls out of you, using the opportunity to take in deep breaths, coughing a little. youâre surprised when heeseung also stops and youâre relieved, thinking theyâve decided to spare you.Â
but your hope is short-lived when heeseungâs fingers are replaced by his cock, pushing into you in one swift movement, his pelvis flushed to the curve of your ass. it burns as his hips meet your bruised skin, a scream leaving your lips.Â
jake slaps your cheek, taking your chin in his hand right after, pointing a finger at you. âbad girl. be quiet.â
the corners of your mouth tug downward, keeping your lips sealed shut. he pats your cheek when you stay quiet, entering two fingers inside of your mouth and pulling it open, letting out a satisfied groan when he inserts his cock in once again.Â
you choke around jake over and over, nose pressing down onto his pubis as heeseungâs hip thrusts send you forward.Â
you donât know how much time has passed when theyâre done with you, but you know it was enough time for them to spend every last bit of their cum on you.Â
you feel a damp cloth passing between you legs, making you flinch when it accidentally comes in contact with your bruised skin. a hand soothingly strokes your hair as if to apologize and you lean into the touch, chasing the comfort it gives you.
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wife material.
Anonymous asked: Being arranged to jay in a marriage and hes distant at first but notices his new partner who has a nice plush ass, wide hips and plump tits. His brain goes mmm breeding material but youre just an innocent girl with a pornstar body?
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NOTE: tumblr wouldn't let me answer it as an ask :/ also, not proofread.
So, you're in an arranged marriage for more than one reason. Rather than being "innocent", you're just a total bimbo. Fr, everything you've ever wanted or needed has been handed to you on a silver platter. Your parents are super protective of you though, mostly out of fear that you'd be taken advantage of, right? right.
So, you've never had a boyfriend, no girlfriend, no friends [outside of the maids and nannies that you spend so much time with.] You were homeschooled, never expected to go to college either, because why work if you're already well taken care of and financially protected?
Your parents suggest an arranged marriage, mostly so they can choose and judge who you will be spending your life with. They don't trust you to go out into the world and find someone suitable, after all, so....why not make an arranged marriage work for the whole family? Jay is the first son of a rich C.E.O and is expected to take over the business sooner rather than later. He's polite, bordering too-stoic, but very much a good man in your parent's eyes. He appears to see the arrangement as a business deal rather than anything else, after all, he was raised much like you were except...he's a man. He has needs, and they are frequently met by using the lovely little black card. He's not looking for love anyway, the late nights to the VIP club lounges is really all he needs. Until he saw you. Until he fucking saw you. What he thought would be a great boost to business and a good little photo op, where you're married to him but both of you just do your own thing....turns into, well-
"Shit, are you a virgin?" Jay shushes you before you can answer. Your little whimper of "It hurts" ringing too loudly in his ears. Still, he feels the nod as he presses your face into the pillows with a hand at the back of your neck.
His eyes roll back in pleasure at your nod. Honestly, with a body like that? A virgin? He'd have figured you've fucked around by now. But you haven't, and that just might be the greatest thing he's heard all fucking day. So, he points his hips with intention now, penetrating deep. If at all because he can't fucking help it.
"Can't believe they're just giving you to me." You can't answer with the corner of the pillow in your mouth and all, but even if you could, you wouldn't know what to say to him. Marriage. Business. He'd support you, wait on you hand and foot? Yes. That's what you expected. Honestly, the idea of sex has been forbidden from you for so long that you half expected your father to keep that rule with Jay too, even after marriage. And here you are, meeting him briefly at his house just a week before the wedding. Your driver had dropped you off, the intention of the visit being to finalize all of the wedding details and put in any last opinions considering neither of you are planning it. You really didn't expect to find yourself face down on Jay's bed, where he ushered you the moment he saw you. Muttering something along the lines of "You're alone? Fucking finally." It's not like you entirely mind either, it's not like he didn't immediately make out with you all the way to his bedroom. It's not like you didn't make out with him right back, even if you were surprised. It's really just the fact that you were totally unprepared to have a cock that big shoved in you for the first time on a Monday afternoon. You've wondered for years what it was like to have sex, anyway, always fumbling around with your fingers and never quite feeling as good or as full as you do now. It's overwhelmingly hot, pleasurable, even. And the fact that Jay is handsome only makes this that much better. You'll be marrying him next week anyway, why does it matter if you're letting him do this right now? After next week, your father will no longer be controlling what you do. It'll be Jay, if he wants to. You can only imagine the amount of sex the two of you will be having after it's official, so...you enjoy it. Moaning, groaning, feeling that pit in your stomach intensify with each push of his cock inside of you, his breath on your shoulder, whispering filth to you between questions to get to know you. To anyone else, it would seem insane. But the fact of the matter is, you've never actually been together alone. Never had the opportunity to really get to know each other. "You want kids?" He had whispered right against your neck, pushing deeper into you and holding himself there. You nod. "How many?" He half-groans. You managed to moan out a "4", which had him moving faster, harder. "Yeah?" He hummed, kissing your prickled skin and well aware that you're going to have him wrapped around your fucking pinky. "You feel that?" And there it is, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you, thick ropes of cum shooting deep against your cervix, the promise of pregnancy coming along side the ring he's about to put on your finger. You moan out, surprised by how you can feel it spilling out of you with each sensitive thrust he offers to you, seemingly pushing his cum in and out of you while simultaneously snaking his hand under you to reach your clit. A whine falls from your lips at the sudden orgasm, so so sensitive, a feeling so intense and new because even when you played with yourself, never did you reach climax like this. You shake under him, clenching his spent length through your own orgasm until he gently pulls out and flips you over. He eyes you over, only now able to see you this closely because he finally got you alone without one of your parent's attached to your side. You really are totally his fucking type. And you're all his. "I think this is going to work out." He mumbles, inspecting you even more closely, ashamed that he didn't even get your top off before pressing you down on his bed. Embarrassed that he didn't have you facing him through your first time. He'll make it up to you next time.
"I'll take good care of you, and I'll be more gentle too." He continues, watching you try to regain your balance of breath. "I didn't know you were a virgin..."
You smile, eyes drowsy, suddenly feeling very sleepy...comfortable. Knowing that this will be the very bed you'll be sleeping in soon enough.
"It's okay." You whisper, clearing your throat and then repeating it in a more confident voice. "If I didn't like it, I would just tell my dad."
Jay's eyes widen, fear reaching his expression as he stares down at you, but you're quick to reassure him.
"I did like it, by the way."
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On the Roof || S.JY
stranger!jake x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, oral (f.rec), cream pie, fingering, marking and biting, sex with a stranger, weirdly fluffy, petnames (princess, baby), mentions of bad relationships with parents, alcohol, comforting, do not have sex with strangers you meet on a roof, not proofread, anything else lmk! w.c: 9.7k synopsis: when you stumble across a boy on your apartment rooftop, you can't help but invite him to stay. a/n: hi! it's me. this is my first work back and honestly, it's not great but i just needed to get back in the swing of things so please be kind. I missed you guys a lot and the time away was exactly what i needed. thank you all for understanding, and i love you unconditionally!

The winter air tickles your senses as you push open the large, unfairly heavy door to your complexâs rooftop. It might be bitter, but itâs welcomed - your body creating unnecessary heat from both the walk up the three flights of stairs and the discomfort of your day.Â
Your shift was hard, too hard. Considering itâs a brand new year, you had stupidly thought that people would be a lot nicer to public service workers, yet you were proven wrong. With countless patientsâ loved ones screaming down the phone to you, doctors barking demands at you because they see you as lesser than them, and not to mention the one man who decided that spitting in your face was a rational reaction to you politely telling him that he canât see his grandmother who was in the middle of an operation.
Safe to say, youâve had better shifts as a hospital receptionist.Â
But there was always one place you could count on to take a deep breath and reset. The rooftop. Itâs quiet, overlooks the city, and helps you put into perspective that murder is not the answer to your life problems. But sometimes, God, you wish it wasâŠ
Gravel crunches beneath your feet as you make your way to the chairs you so perfectly placed underneath the solar-charged fairy lights, which hang half-arsed off the unused 1990 aerials. Itâs not really how you would like to decorate the place, if you had it your way, you would have it looking reminiscent of the rooftop from Wish You, the same one you committed to memory as Lee Sang kissed In Soo for the first time. But since youâre not even supposed to have access to this part of the building, youâll count the pathetic attempt at creating sanctuary as a win.Â
The lights guide you to your seat when you see a figure hunched over, one hand holding a beer and the other holding his head. This is not what you were expecting to see. No one comes up here, not past 10pm anyway. There is one neighbour who occupies the premises when he needs a smoke without his wife knowing, but he works the night shift. So this person is new.
âUm,â you begin, clearing your throat ever so softly to alert them of your presence without giving them an acute heart attack. âHi?â
Their head jolts up from their hand, eyes wide and face shocked. Clearly, they didnât expect to have company tonight either.Â
You focus on the figure in front of you â a boy, no older than yourself â scrutinising his features with a careful eye. As a woman, being vigilant around unfamiliar men has become second nature, an unfortunately ingrained habit of self-preservation you have mastered since before you can remember. So, your mind ticks through the usual checklist: is there a need to run? Are your shoulders getting that deep tingle that crawls up to your jaw? Is your gut making you want to vomit? None of those alarm bells ring. Instead, youâre met with something else entirely - uncertainty, maybe even sympathy.
The boy seemsâŠfine, at least on the surface. No initial gut-wrenching unease claws at your insides. Emboldened by the absence of any red flags, you take another ginger step closer, studying him in detail.
His large, tired brown eyes peer out from behind thick-rimmed glasses, the weight of exhaustion evident. The glasses sit securely on his pretty thick nose. His lips, naturally full and a muted pink, are set in a neutral line, though the light could be softening their actual colour - itâs hard to tell beneath the hoodâs shadow. Greasy, near-black hair clings to his forehead, unkempt but thick.Â
His outfit doesnât fare much better to be honest; a mishmash of layers that hints at desperation more than deliberation. Faded grey jeans hang loose and crinkled, clearly worn more than once without a wash. Over a white t-shirt sits a black hoodie, topped off with a jacket far too big for him, the kind of size that suggests it doesnât belong to him at all. The entire image strikes you in a way that leaves concern pricking all over your chest.
Steeling yourself, you step closer again, your voice soft but firm. âAre you okay?â The question is sincere, meant to come across as a kind gesture - like when you let a cat sniff around your hand before you just go in for the pet. Your eyes meet his, offering as much warmth as you can muster. Thereâs something about the way he sits, cold and crumpled, that pulls at your humanity.
At first, his expression flickers, betraying something fragile beneath the surface. But it doesnât last. In an instant, his jaw sets, and his shoulders square in a defensive shift. His cheeks hollow as his tongue presses against them, words unspoken but clearly brewing. The moment hangs in the air, heavy and awkward.Â
Itâs as if your simple question has poked at a bruise, tender and raw. Youâve touched something buried, and for reasons you canât yet work out, his reaction irks you. Of all things to take issue with, why this? What on earth had he expected - for you not to ask a very valid question? Perhaps itâs the day youâve had thatâs caused the unnecessary offence on your behalf.
He averts his gaze, the connection between you severed. Instead, he tips back the beer bottle in his hand, his focus shifting to the cityscape below. The quiet glug of liquid slipping down his throat is the only response you get, and it grates against the care you offered.
A flicker of irritation sparks within you. Perhaps itâs the brush-off, or maybe itâs the contradiction in his actions. Heâs sitting here in your space, looking like the embodiment of a cry for help, yet recoils at the smallest act of kindness. Still, you donât back down. Instead, you shift your weight and tilt your head, keeping your tone neutral but unwavering.
âFine, If you donât want to talk, thatâs sound,â you say, folding your arms against the cold. âBut sitting out here, looking like the worldâs chewed you up and spat you outâŠpeople are going to ask questions like âare you okayâ or âwhatâs the matterâ. Just saying.â You huff out and follow his gaze to the city. People are having a much better day than you out there, and envy jabs at you.
For a moment, you think heâll continue ignoring you; his shoulders remain tense, his grip on the bottle firm. But then he sighs, the sound long and weary, like air escaping a deflating balloon, one being pinched and controlled. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough, a surprising Australian accent whistling through the wind.
âIâm fine,â he mutters, though the words lack conviction. His eyes remain fixed on the horizon, steadfastly avoiding yours.
âYouâre a terrible liar,â you counter, letting a small, dry smile tug at your lips. âAnd youâre also not allowed up here.â
A tense silence follows, broken only by the chug of a train in the far distance. Itâs not exactly comfortable, but neither is it unbearable. You find yourself wondering who he is and whatâs brought him to this specific rooftop.Â
âYou canât get up here unless youâre a tenant,â you blurt out, trying to get any morsel of information from him. You figure the quicker you find out what heâs doing here, the quicker you can find a solution for him to leave and then have your safe space back to yourself. You might have sympathy for him, clearly having a hard time of life, but so are you - and your comfort outweighs a total stranger who canât even bother to look your way.
âOkay,â he says bored, sipping his beer again.Â
âThatâs your invitation to either tell me that you moved in recently, or, your queue to leave because youâre trespassing.âÂ
âInvitation declined.â
He is so rude, you think to yourself, though you wonder whether you should just call him out for it and at least gain some reaction for him.Â
Instead, you park yourself in the seat next to him, huffing as you drop down. âWell Iâm not leaving until you do,â you state matter-of-factly, attempting to not let his presence ruin your mood even further. You suppose, if he sits and shuts up, you can at least pretend he isnât here invading your space.
Though technically, youâre invading his, but you get the idea.
The boy side-eyes you, a small, angry smirk etching onto his cold rosey face. âYeah? Well, youâre gonna be here for a long fucking time.â He spits his words out, frustration laced within each syllable, though you can tell itâs not directed towards you. The boy is so far in his own head that you begin to realise that any discontentment he might have has less to do with you and your presence, and more to do with the reason heâs hibernating on your rooftop.
So, you sit back, and leave him be. To be honest, youâve dealt with far worse and crabbier people today, in comparison, this boy is like rainbows and kittens.
Closing your eyes, you let the white noise of the night take over you, infiltrating all your tension and disdain towards the day, and settling you into a comfortable silence. The fairy lights above add a serene atmosphere that you crave after work, the faint lights providing some fake warmth. They were not easy to get up there, but a few falls and tangles later, you realised that all the scrapes and twirls were worth it.
The hooded boy beside you peaks over, finally taking you in as more than an inconvenience. He notices how you breathe in deep, exhaling with a sigh of relief and a cloud of warmth that combats the freezing air.Â
It doesnât take him a minute to realise that youâve had a bad day too, and a pang of guilt hits him. Heâs being unfair to you when you probably just want to relax under the night sky and here he is taking up space.Â
He takes up too much space.
Reaching down at his feet, he picks up a bottle of beer from his case, the clinking not even disturbing your quest for serenity. He pokes your thigh with the bottom of the bottle, gaining your attention. When your eyes meet once again, thereâs a sorrowful look on his face, the alcohol a form of apology for being an arsehole. Itâs an apology youâll gladly accept.Â
âYou look like you could use it,â he murmurs, offering a tight smile as he waits for you to take the brown glass bottle.
You wrap your hand around the base and lift it up in thanks. âI could use ten sambucas and a pint of tequila to wash them down,â you snort out a sarcastic chuckle, beginning to unscrew the cap. You need to thank whatever genius decided that bottle openers were too much hassle and gave people a much easier and more practical way to open a bottle of beer. You hope theyâre having a good night.
The boy lets out a laugh, short but genuine, raising his own bottle to his lips. âThat bad, huh?â he asks, voice muffled slightly by the glass.
âIt gets like that,â you shrug, taking a long pull from the bottle, barely savouring the taste, routing around for the effects of calmness that it will bring rather than its pallet. âComes with working in a hospital.â
He raises an eyebrow, curiosity momentarily overriding his gloom âNurse?â
âReceptionist.â You correct him, hissing out as you absorb the alcohol. Beer is not your favourite taste, a Sex on the Beach is much more appealing, but you would down a tank of gasoline if it meant you could get rid of this stress.
He sucks in an empathetic breath, whistling low as he leans back against the seat. âYeah, you need a gun, not alcohol.â
The comment catches you off guard, and for the first time in what feels like weeks, you laugh - really laugh. It bursts out of you, raw and unrestrained, carrying away the weight of the day. Life isnât inherently awful, but itâs lonely sometimes. Working back shift in the hospital makes it hard to keep friends or any semblance of a social life. The most interaction you get that isnât disgruntled patients or angry phone calls is on twitter with your online friends, but even then, itâs a rise-and-repeat conversation cycle of âfor realâ and âsameâ replies to posts you make about Jang Kyungho when no one is looking.Â
Not exactly the deep human connection that people need.
So this, being able to laugh and have a bit of understanding for even a second, is comforting. It almost makes you feel bad for cursing the boy out in your head.
Smiling, you extend a hand to him, âY/N.â
He hesitates for a fraction of a second before taking it. âJaeyun,â he replies, offering you a smile in return. Itâs faint but sincere, a crack in the armour heâs wearing so tightly.
As he grips your hand in his, you feel the ice-coldness on his skin, a clear indicator that he has been up here for quite some time. Or at least out in the open air. It only makes you more intrigued - and with him being a little slither more open with you, you decide to take the nugget and run with it.
So you talk, and talk, and talk. It feels like forever but itâs actually only two hours. Not a lot is said, but you learn some things about him; hobbies, interests, friends, his favourite TV shows and Films. All surface-level stuff, yet it feels like youâre speaking to an old friend. He learns about you too - the same stuff, with added anecdotes about working in a hospital.
But there is one thing that you are dying to know.
âSo,â you begin, twisting your patio chair to face him fully, the legs scraping along the asphalt of the roof. âYou can guess Iâm here after a bad shiftâŠwhy are you here?â Your face is expectant, waiting for an answer while you drink your beer.
But Jaeyunâs face is overcome with a flash of rage, partly due to your question, but more the fact that your question made him think about the reason he is here. Though, as quickly as his face shows agitation, it dissipates just as fast. Instead, he opts for an obtuse response. âJust wanted to enjoy the view. Thatâs all.â
âCouldnât do that from your own building, no?â you tease lightly, humour softening the prodding tone. But your persistence nudges too close to something real. âOh... did your girlfriend kick you out?â The words tumble out before you can stop them, too sharp and intrusive.
Unfortunately, itâs a habit of yours to be so nosey that it comes off inconsiderate or produces ill-timed questions. In this instance, itâs both.
His grip tightens on the neck of the bottle. The knuckles whiten, the tension visible. For a moment, he studies the label, reading the same ingredients over and over as if they hold the secret to life's greatest mystery - what happened on that fishing trip in Gavin and Stacey.
âMy parents did. Yeah.â His confession is sharp, devoid of emotion
Your stomach drops. âOh...â Itâs all you manage, guilt prickling at the edges of your thoughts. Youâre so stupid for poking Y/N! You inwardly scold yourself. Obviously, this issue is so much bigger than you can process. Still, your mouth will continue to flap around.Â
âYep.â He pops the p with bitter precision, his tone teetering on the edge of sarcasm. âApparently, I need to âget my act together.ââ He says with accompanying quotation marks from his fingers.
âAs in?â
âAs in I need to be their perfect little boy and follow in my brotherâs footsteps - be a lawyer.â The words fall flat, heavy with resentment.
Nodding along, the pieces form enough for you to make your own solid conclusions. âAnd I guess you donât want that?â
âFuck no.â Jaeyun scoffs out a bitter laugh. âIâm more likely to need a lawyer than be one.â
âOhhh a bad boy huh?â you wiggle your brows, trying to interject some semblance of humour into the moment while sussing him out, to lighten his load even just a smidge. You canât begin to imagine what his parents said or did to him once he rejected their concept of a perfect life, and you donât really want him to dwell on it right now either.
He laughs despite himself, a quiet sound that momentarily lightens his expression. âMaybe.â Itâs a noncommittal answer, but he seems content to let you spin your own version of events.
Honestly, he is not bad in any shape or form. But when he says he would need a lawyer rather than being one, he means that that career is so absurd that even a goody too shoes like him is more likely to get in trouble before he stands in a suit.
He just wants to live his life without this great expectation, without people demanding he âdo betterâ when he knows he is doing just fine; heâs in a great University, studying music and production, and has a decent part-time job at the record store, which isnât loads of money, but enough for him to pay his mum and dad digs and still have a life outside their constraints. Heâs doing fine, or so he believes.
But fine isnât enough for his parents. Their love towards their own son is tied to the weight of their expectations, ones he canât - or wonât - carry.
âSo they justâŠkicked you out?â you ask carefully, noting the sorrow in his features as he turns the events of the past few months in his head. Sympathy creeps back into your chest, any lingering annoyance dissipating along with the last sips of your beer.
âYeah,â he confirms, sighing and shrugging. âItâs fine.â
âAre you staying with friends orâŠâ You donât finish the question because youâre scared of the answer; the dishevelled clothes and hair are enough to semi-confirm.
Jaeyun looks up, his gaze catching the glimmer of the fairy lights, their soft glow reflected in his dark irises. âI was, until a few days ago. You can only couch-hop for so long before people start to feel like youâre intruding.â
He holds no malice towards his friends, no bitterness in his tone, and honestly, his best friend Sunghoon said he could stay for as long as it took him to save up for an apartment of his own. But he doesnât want to take advantage of his kindness, the boy already doing more for him than most would have. Even Jay, his other friend, offered to loan him the money for the first month's rent on a flat uptown.Â
But Jaeyunâs pride wouldnât allow him to take advantage of their kindness. He would manage on his own, no matter how hard it got.
Seeing the pity in your eyes, he waves his hand to brush off your concern. âItâs fine, Iâve scraped up enough money to get rent now. I just need to find a place,â he smiles softly, appreciative of your sympathy even if he doesnât want it. âIâll be fine. Iâm going looking tomorrow.â
Thereâs a sense of relief that his words bring you. Although his predicament isnât ideal right now, it looks like it could be on the turnaround, and for that, youâre thankful.
âIf itâs only for one night, do you want my couch?â The offer spills out before you can stop it, surprising even yourself.
Jaeyun laughs heartedly, eyebrows knitting in disbelief and amusement. âYouâre fucking stupid.â
âHuh?!â you exclaim in shock. Itâs not really the response you were expecting. A yes? Sure. A no? Absolutely. But an insult to punctuate your act of kindness was a curveball.
Sitting up straight, he places his beer on the ground, an amused smile softening his features. âIâm a random man youâve known for a couple of hours. I could do anything to you in your own home, and you donât seem the slightest bit worried about that.â
Okay, maybe he has a massive point. You donât know him and he could literally attack you at any moment. And considering earlier you had to assess him before approaching, it shows that you do have the common sense not to let him stay with you.
But he poses no threat, none whatsoever. Heâs just a boy in a fucked up situation, and your kind heart canât see him freeze; god knows how many nights heâs been out. Heâs already reminiscent of Jack Dawson turning into a block of iced body parts.
âWell, you wonât right?â You throw the question back to him. âI mean, to be honest, Iâve let men in my bed for a lot less than a tiny conversation and a beer.âÂ
As soon as the words tumble out of your mouth, your cheeks flush to match his cold ones, neck tingling in embarrassment. Youâve just confessed that your standards are abysmally low - youâve slept with men who didnât even have the decency to buy you a drink nevermind learn your name.
Jaeyun stifles a laugh, rubbing at his eye. âFor your pride, Iâll pretend you didnât say that.â The smile on his face is so beautiful that youâre caught off guard a little. Now you wish he was one of the men you let roll around on top of you for a compliment and a ride home.
His expression shifts, returning to a more serious note, though the smile lingers. âSeriously, Y/N. Thank you for the offer, but I only haveâ - he glances at his watch - âsix hours before sunrise anyway.â
âSeriously, itâs no trouble-â
âIâm serious too,â he interrupts gently, slouching back into his seat. âYou should go in. Itâs cold, and after the day youâve had, you need sleep.â
âI-â
âY/N.â His tone is firm but not unkind. âIâm fine. Go. Iâll see you around, yeah?â
His refusal stings in a strange way, the rejection of your kindness more personal than it should feel. But you know better than to argue with someone so resolute. It never ends well. So, with a resigned nod, you down the last of your beer and stand.
âOkay,â you reply, setting the empty bottle aside. âIâm in 4A if you change your mind. I can grab some blankets? Pillows?â
Jaeyun places a hand over his heart, a soft smile gracing his lips. âThank you, Y/N. Truly. But I promise Iâll survive.â
And so, you leave him there, your heart tugging at you to insist, to argue, to make him take shelter in your tiny flat. But your feet keep moving, respecting his wishes.
As you reach the door, you glance back one last time, the words caught in your throat. You just hope heâll be okay.
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The rain lashes, jolting you awake. Itâs not the pretty white noise rain that you enjoy, it sounds like hundreds of tiny little pebbles being pelted at your window. Strange. It was forecast as clear skies until at least Tuesday.Â
You blink groggily, groaning at the interruption. You canât have been asleep for more than two hours - if that. Begrudged, you turn your back to the outside, shielding yourself from the rain that cannot attack you. Yet, an unsettling feeling stews in the bottom of your stomach, the kind that makes your heart beat faster and your mouth gain moisture.
Itâs not uncommon for you to have random spouts of anxiety, all your life youâve suffered from it, but this isnât your typical âmy brain is going to bring up that one time I peed myself in primary 2 and had to be sent homeâ anxiety. This is something more.
Fuck.
Jaeyun.
The thought hits you like a bolt of lightning and your body moves before your mind can catch up. You fling off your pastel pink duvet, slide your feet into your beloved fuzzy slippers, and throw on a housecoat to cover your half-naked form. If you had the right mindset and not half asleep and half in panic, you would have grabbed a rain jacket and some trainers instead.
Thought, without thinking about your own state, the chilly air cuts at your skin as you make your way to the roof. The rain, now mixed with hail, pelts down hard, each sting enhancing your concern. Your eyes roam around near the seated area, one of your hands shielding your eyes from the brutal hailstones, each one nipping your hand in anger.Â
"Jaeyun?" you shout, your voice cutting through the storm, only to be drowned out by the constant rain. You get closer to the seats and see nothing. Panic overwhelms you, hot and stifling. "Are you still here?"
As you spin around, your eyes finally land on him. Heâs slumped up against the rooftop enclosure which acts as a headboard to an uncomfortable concrete bed. His jacket and hoodie are doing as much to protect him as a candyfloss blanket, each soaked through and clinging to his skin. How can he sleep like this? It makes you wonder if he lied about just how long he had stopped couch-crashing and living out in the open.
Quickly, you drop to your knees beside him, ignoring the puddle that entrenchs your legs, and place your hand on his shoulder as you shake him awake. âJaeyun?â you bellow, loud enough for him to startle awake and instantly put a guard up.
âHuh?â he mumbles, voice thick with confusion.
âCome on, Iâm not leaving you up here,â you inform. This time, it isnât a question but a demand. You have too much compassion to willingly leave him up here any longer.
Jaeyunâs eyes squint through his water-splattered glasses as he takes in your figure. âY/N? What the fuck are you doing? Youâre soaked,â he states the obvious, yet oblivious to his own state. âGo back inside.â
âNot without you,â you fire back. âGrab your things.â
âBut-â
âEither that or I stay up here with you,â you cut him off, voice firm though only kindness shines through.
You can see the conflict in his face, his concern for your drenched state outweighing his stubbornness. He sighs, defeated, and finally nods. âFine.â
If there is one thing Jaeyun hates to be is a burden, but it seems no matter what happens, he will inconvenience you in some way - might as well choose the drier option.
Standing upright, you extend a hand, offering him some help up, but he refuses. Instead, he grabs the duffle beside him and clumsily gets up, following you down and into your apartment.
As soon as he walks into the warmth, his bones leap with excitement and his shoulders relax in contentment. You flick on the lights which allows him a better view of your personal space. And it is exactly how he imagined it.
Your walls are covered in art and photos of you and your friends, lyric posters from bands he has never even heard of, and a shrine to TO1 in the corner. Itâs cosy, lived in, and he feels a massive pang of envy.Â
âYou can use my shower,â you say while subconsciously tidying up, removing the cups and wine glasses that have piled on the coffee table. âLuckily for you, I like wearing guyâs clothes on my period so Iâll see what I can find to fit you.â
âSeriously, Y/N. Iâll just, dry off with a towel or something, No Stress.â He doesnât like the fuss but he canât deny he doesnât feel a little fuzzy as you make space for him.Â
Scoffing, you turn around with a perplexed look on your face. âA towel? Jaeyun, youâre soaked to the bone. You need a shower and then you can have a towel, okay?âÂ
A grateful grin adorns the boyâs face as he takes his shoes off. âOkay. Thank you, Y/N. Seriously.â Jaeyun nods, clutching his damp duffle as he trudges towards the bathroom.Â
You point out the way, adding a quick, âTowels are on the rack, and thereâs shampoo, soap, and more in there. Just use whatever you need, okay?âÂ
With another muttered thank you, he waddles to your bathroom, suddenly enthralled with how the night has panned out. Itâs been a while since he had a decent shower, and the ones in the Uniâs lockeroom are made more for a quick wash down than a deep cleanse.
As he disappears into the bathroom, you let out a sigh, glancing around your apartment. It isnât a mess by your standards, but you suddenly feel self-conscious about the clutter. Usually, when people are up, itâs those who are either only making their way to your bedroom or those who do not care and have known you long enough to understand that you like a bit of mess.
A messy home is a home loved.
The sound of running water echoes from the bathroom, and you take the moment to rummage through your wardrobe. You pull out a pair of joggies and an oversized hoodie that has seen you coming every cycle for the past three years. You canât get much more comfort than these. Theyâll be a bit loose on his slim frame, but theyâre warm and dry.
Speaking of which, you glance down at your own rain-soaked state, grimacing. The slippers squelch faintly with each step, and the damp housecoat clings unpleasantly to your skin. Without hesitation, you pull out a baggy t-shirt and some old pyjama shorts, slipping into them after quickly drying off your hair with a towel thatâs close by. Itâs not inherently clean, but it serves its purpose, so thatâs good for now.
Satisfied, you place the clothes Jaeyun will borrow on the sofa before heading to the kitchen. The kettle hums to life as the storm outside continues its symphony, the hail getting more dangerous and cutthroat. A hot cup of tea feels like just the thing to chase away the chill, after all, thereâs little problems in life that a good cuppa canât fix.
Just as you reach for the tea bags, the creak of the bathroom door pulls your attention.
Jaeyun steps out, his damp hair falling messily over his forehead, droplets of water glistening on his skin. A towel sits promiscuously low on his hips, and despite yourself, your gaze trails downward. The delicate silver chain around his neck catches the light, the cross pendant resting at eye level with his pretty brown nipples. Your eyes wander further, taking in the faint definition of his toned abs, the subtle dip hinting at a v-line. And his cock is outlined perfectly to give you an idea of his size and width but you can tell it still doesnât do him justice.Â
You realise with a jolt that your mouth is slightly open, and the train of your thoughts is taking a decidedly inappropriate detour. Heat rushes to your cheeks as your mind conjures up scenarios youâd never admit aloud. A pang of guilt follows swiftly - this boy has been through hell, and heâs come to you for solace, not to be gawked at.
âSorry,â Jaeyun says, breaking the spell. His voice is soft, a mix of embarrassment and strange pride, as he catches your lingering stare. âIâll get dressed. I justâŠdidnât know where the clothes were.â
âOh!â You clear your throat and nod toward the sofa, purposefully keeping your gaze above his shoulders. âYep, just there. Help yourself. I think theyâll fit.â
As he moves to retrieve the clothes, you busy yourself with literally anything else - studying the ceiling, adjusting the kettle, anything to avoid the moment and stop trying to catch glimpses of his cock.Â
You donât hear the rustling of clothes though, instead, you just hear yourself breathing, which piques your interest. Why isnât he changing?
Subtly, your eyes glance over to him and then you see it, the look on his face as he stares at the clothes. Youâve had that look before too, the one that comes with the mixed feelings of disbelief, shame, sadness, hope, and every other conflicting emotion that arises when youâre down and out.
âThanks,â he whispers, âFor all of this.â
âYou donât have to thank me,â you reply, taking a few small steps forward. But Jaeyun shakes his head, his eyes fixed on the floor.
âNo, really,â he insists. âIâŠI donât think Iâve met someone as kind as you in a long time.â His voice breaks on the last word, and he quickly looks away, ashamed of the vulnerability slipping through.Â
He has his friends, they are kind and generous much like yourself, but being kicked out of his own family has also shown him the darkest parts of humanity, the ones that he doesnât let others know that heâs experienced. Truthfully, heâs just a scared boy who needs his family.Â
The admission punches through your chest, leaving no room for hesitation. You glide over to him as your arms wrap gently around his shoulders.Â
If a cuppa can fix most things, a hug can fix them all.
At first, he stiffens, unsure how to respond, but then he relaxes, his head lowering slightly against you.
âItâs okay,â you murmur softly. âYouâre going to be okay. Maybe not right now, but soon.â
Jaeyunâs arms tentatively come up to return the embrace, and for a moment, the storm outside fades into irrelevance. His eyes close and for a change, he believes that it will be fine. This moment isnât going to last forever, once the morning blooms, heâll be out of your life and trying to get back on his feet, but heâs thankful for the reassurance and hope right now.
Pulling back slightly, his arms still lingering around you. His eyes, uncertain and yearning, flicker between your face and your lips. Then, without a second thought, he leans in and presses his lips to yours - a fleeting, hesitant kiss that seems to catch even him off guard.Â
His lips retract from yours as he draws back, his face flushed with embarrassment and horror. âSorry,â he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. Why the fuck would he kiss you without consent when youâve been so kind towards him? He thinks. His hand twitches at his side, as though unsure whether to retreat or reach out again. âI didnât mean to-â
âWould it make you feel better?â you interrupt gently, your voice soft but steady.
His brows furrow, confusion flickering across his features. âWhat?â
âWould it make you feel better?â you repeat, tilting your head slightly. Thereâs no judgment in your tone, no hesitation. âTo kiss me?â
âReally, no, itâs okay-â
This time, you close the distance, your lips capturing his before he can finish the sentence. Itâs slow, deliberate, a kiss that tells him youâre here for him despite still being strangers. His initial surprise melts into something deeper, something warmer, as he responds cautiously at first, then with more certainty.
It actually is making him feel better, the human connection, itâs nature's balm.
So he follows your lead, his arms tightening around your waist, holding you impossibly close as his hands splay over your back, covering most of the surface. The way his plump lips move against yours is magnetic, sucking and pulling you into his world. Youâve been kissed more times than you can count - shamelessly to say - but his mouth feels a little different; a little less icky than the others and a lot more like theyâre meant to be on yours.
With that feeling charging your bloodstream, your hands fly up to his damp hair, craving to have him on each of your senses. You canât get enough of him, his taste of beer from the numerous bottles he downed on the roof, the touch of his silky locks that are in need of a haircut, his scent of your strawberry milk body wash mixing in with his own musk, how he sounds when he growls into your mouth, showcasing that heâs just as desperate as you are for this.Â
You need himâŠ
Swiftly, your hands trail from his head, down his neck, your nails lightly scratching down his collarbones until you reach the veins just above where you were unabashedly looking not 10 minutes ago.Â
Jaeyun pushes your ass against the sofa, bucking up into you, hips deliciously working to place your hand on his cock. God, it feels beautiful, even with the fluffy barrier.Â
âFuck, Y/N,â he moans deeply into your mouth, passing the need from himself into you. Your hand grips his covered shaft as you palm him teasingly. âDonât do this if you donât want to.âÂ
Honestly, he doesnât want to say anything that will make this stop, his body pulsing with the desire to have you wrapped around him. But he also believes in consent, and while you both might be horny-induced 22-year-olds, youâre also strangers.Â
Shaking your head adamantly, you grip his dick harder, smiling at the whimper it draws from him. âI want this, Jaeyun.â
âI suppose, men have been in your bed for a lot less, right?â he chuckles into your mouth. And while it could come across as an insult to some -Â that heâs essentially throwing back your own slut-shaming dialogue from earlier -Â you feel no degradation or malice behind his words. You can tell heâs playful, under all the dreary circumstances. Heâs a boy who has light and laughter built into his DNA.Â
Maybe itâs delusion, maybe itâs a soul connection, or maybe itâs the fact that you need to bounce on his cock within the next five minutes or youâll perish thatâs clouding your judgment.Â
Either one, you let it slide.
So, playfully, you slap his chest and break the kiss. âKeep talking and you wonât get the chance to see my bedroom.â
âThatâs okay, I can fuck you here,â he replies quick-witted, suddenly hoisting you up on the back of the couch, the wood and material digging into your ass not uncomfortably.Â
You laugh and so does he, looking into each otherâs eyes, and it all feels so right.Â
Bringing your hand up to his face, you push his hair off of his forehead and reveal his eyes - the light from your living room dancing in his pupils, much like how they had been on the rooftop, but this time, there is an abundance of happiness that adds to the shine.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â you confess, that no-filter brain coming into full effect once again. Granted, a much better consequence of it.Â
A faint, rose blush crawls across the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose, a bashful grin on his mouth. âThank you. Personally, I think youâre prettier soâŠâ
âGuess we can be pretty together, huh?â
âPretty good together you mean?âÂ
Another laugh jumps out of you and you cup both his cheeks, the warmth of them comforting and worth cherishing. You peck his nose. âI should have known a pretty boy like you would be a charmer.â
He shrugs, kissing your nose back, not bothering to rebut. Instead, his hands guide your legs to wrap around him, hands finding your ass, and he lifts you up. You canât ignore his cock now semi-hard pressing into you as he bounces you into a comfortable position.
Securing yourself, you circle your arms across his shoulders and kiss him once again, letting him lead you down your hallway, anticipation and greed passing through your breaths and tongues.Â
âWhich one?â he pants out, squeezing your ass as he does so.
âThis one on the right,â you point half-arsed, too lost in the moment to give it a full thought.Â
Awkwardly due to your wriggling body, Jaeyun opens the door, trying to view a path to which he can reach your bed without falling over your clutter. Shoes and more lay abandoned over your carpet, creating an obstacle, but one he refuses to lose.Â
Jaeyun finally reaches your queen-sized bed and gently places you down, his cock pressing into you even more.Â
Itâs only then that he realises that along the way from your living room to your bedroom, his towel has fallen down, leaving his exposed cock rubbing against the fabric of shorts. âJesus fucking christ.â
You look at him and see the pleasure on his face, biting his lips as his eyebrows knit together, rubbing against you again. It makes you giggle, you donât know why, but he just brings it out of you.
The sound from your lips draws his attention back. âWhat?â he breathes out heavily, cock thumping with need as he humps you again.
âMaybe you should be inside of me while you thrust - kinda how this whole sex thing works,â you playfully jab, biting your lips together to stop from laughing. But he laughs for you, resting his forehead on your chest and shaking his head in amusement.
âShut up, Iâm just excited.â
âI can see that, yeah.â
Itâs easy with him, youâre noticing, like youâve somehow been in a relationship for years and youâve just come home from a couples date with your married friends, two bottles of red wine consumed, and adoration palpable in the air. You have two dogs, maybe three if you can get your way, and you are the annoying pair that people hate to hang out with because your love for one another never dwindled, not even after all those years.
Maybe you shouldnât be fantasising about a life with this random man you met on a roof, but thatâs where your brain immediately goes each time you banter or giggle with one another.
Heâs different.
Jaeyun stands up, letting you see his cock as he pumps it gently, getting it to full mass. The fact that itâs standing at 5 inches already and still growing causes an ache in your stomach. Fuck, itâs going to feel so good inside of you, your walls are already leaking out for it, staining your pyjama shorts.Â
His hands grip your shorts and peel them off, hurriedly throwing them on the floor, only adding to the chaos. Your legs instinctively spread and the juices from your excitement gleam in the moonlight, looking like a ripe fruit just ready to be devoured.
And devoured it will be.
Hoisting you down, Jaeyun positions you at the end of the bed until your ass is almost hanging off, kneeling down between your thighs. Not exactly how you thought the turn of events was going, but you are the furthest from mad at it.
âYou look so fucking delicious, Y/N.â Jaeyunâs comment makes you feel exposed but not in a bad way, yet, you still want to hide from him. As your legs try to close, he places his large hands on your thighs, shaking his head. âNo, princess, the only way you're shutting your legs right now is if youâre clamping my head between them.â
âJaeyunâŠâ you whine, both at the petname and his breath ghosting over your hardened clit, making it weep again - much to Jaeyunâs delight.
âI know, princess. You need it, huh?â Jaeyun whispers, kissing up your inner thigh and around the area you crave him most.Â
The heat in the room is electric, any cold you both felt from the rain now disappeared from your bones and replaced with scorching intensity. Your hips follow the blow of his breath in search of connection but he simply places a chaste kiss on your clit before pulling away, a smirk on his face as he sees you whimper and squeak.
âYou make the prettiest noises when youâre desperate, Y/N,â he gloats, though itâs prideful and not arrogant. He means it, and thatâs why he keeps teasing you softly, puckering at your folds and giving you just enough to have you humping the air and arching into him.
âIâm never letting you use my shower again,â you laugh in discontentment, your arm flying across your face as you hide in the comfort of your bicep.Â
Jaeyun huffs a laugh, echoing your own amusement before he speaks. âI know, Iâm being so mean considering youâve been so kind, huh? Youâre just so cute when youâre like this.â
âIâm about to become a bitch if you donât do something,â you warn lightly, peaking down to look at him under your arm.
âWell, I better get to it then right?â
And with that, his thick tongue stripes up your folds, gathering and savouring your wetness. Your back arches off the bed and pushes just enough onto him that his nose catches your clit. âFuck!â you bellow.Â
The tip of his tongue searches for your nub, and once it hits the spot and your hands fly to his hair, his lips suction around it, almost making out with it.Â
Heâs not real you think to yourself. You canât help the jealousy that rises inside of you as your brain works overtime to imagine just how many girls he has had to go down on for him to be this good at eating you out. If there was ever such a thing as a pussy eating contest, you know he would win hands down because heâs already got you chanting his name, punctuated by profanities.Â
âRight there, JaeyunâŠfuckâŠâÂ
His pride swells and he grows more confident, tongue flicking quickly over your button as he drools over your cunt. Itâs safe to say that Jaeyun loves pussy. If he could have it morning, noon, and night, and elevensies, he would without hesitation. Especially yours. The taste of your tang and sweetness is enough to put him in a frenzy, long forgetting about his aching cock and focusing solely on drinking you up. Â
He humps the air though, as he always does, resembling a dog in heat as he slabbers and grunts into your cunt. He nibbles at your clit and soothes it with his wet muscle, a smile plastered on his face with each movement - your noises urging him on.
He brings his middle and ring finger to your pulsating hole as it clenches around nothing, deciding to give you some more relief. As he plunges in, you scream out in joy, an open-mouthed smile on your face as coherent words get lost in your throat. You clearly donât get eaten out as often as you deserve, and that just spurs Jaeyun on more to be the best youâve ever had.
âSo wet for me, princess. Taste so fucking good I want to be here for hours.â
And while that sounds nice in theory, you need him inside of you now. His fingers, thick and beautiful, are nice for now, but that 6-inch, throbbing cock is calling your name. So, you pull him away much to your pussyâs weeping plea for him to keep going, his mouth covered in your slick which is perhaps the most beautiful sight you have ever seen -Â and youâve seen the Northern Lights on a crisp autumn morning.Â
His fingers never stop though, just curling inside of you slowly, beckoning your climax still. âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, concern weaving in his tone.
Sitting up on your elbows, you smile and pant, trying to maintain a steady voice while the tip of his fingers presses against your soft spot inside, jaw slacking each time he holds it for a little longer. âI need your cock so back, Jaeyun. Iâm so serious.â The words are desperate and real, shamelessly desperate.Â
âYou sure you donât want to cum right now? I can do it.â Itâs not like he canât make you cum over and over again anyway.Â
Shaking your head, you sit up, hunching over to cup his face. âPlease. I really need you to fuck me.â
A primal desire flickers past Jaeyunâs eyes and a quick nod tells you that he needs it too. His cock jumping for joy at the thought of being enveloped in your tight cunt. So, he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean, pulling on a show as his tongue weaves through his digits, wide eyes looking up at you with sheer longing. It stirs something inside of you, something that suddenly makes you want to grow a cock and have him choke on it.Â
But you quickly shake those thoughts, pulling him up by his hair and kissing him deeply. His tongue now tastes of you and you are so glad you love sweet juices and decided that for the past three weeks, cranberry spritz has been your favourite.Â
Jaeyun makes quick hands of stripping you of your t-shirt, leaving you both naked and clawing at one another.Â
âYou got condoms?â he asks between kisses, trailing down your neck as his hands grip your hips so tightly that the skin turns white.Â
But you donât want that. You want to feel him. Raw and unfiltered. Is it stupid? Of course, it is. But some would say letting him inside your home never mind inside your body is already wreckless, so, whatâs another reckless abandonment on your list tonight?
âNo. No condom, please,â you mumble against his hair as you kiss the top of his head, your conditioner filling your senses.
Jaeyun freezes his mouth and darts up, eyes seeking yours to make sure he heard you right. âHuh?â
âNo condom. Iâm on the pill,â you stroke his cheek tenderly, âPlease, Jaeyun. Do this with me just once, yeah?â
For some reason, that âjust onceâ pangs in the boyâs chest and he hates the feeling more than anything. He doesnât want this to be once, he wants this to be again, and again, and then some more. Jaeyun isnât one to believe in fate but considering he chose your flat complex rooftop out of all the others in the city, and it decided to pour down - even though itâs been dry for the past two weeks - which led to you coming to get him and practically drag him into your home; he would say that doesnât happen by chance.Â
Although, instead of getting in his head, he agrees, lust overpowering his responsibility to be safe. âI want it too, so fucking badly,â he leans down, rubbing his leaking cock on your slit, mouth moving to your ear. âI canât wait to cum inside you, fill you up and make you suck me in.â
Does he know where this confidence came from? Perhaps it was the way you whispered into the air his name over and over again how good you felt while he ate your pretty little cunt, or maybe it's the fact that if this is your only time under him, he will damn make sure youâre thinking about him for the rest of your life.
The heels of your feet move with his ass as he gyrates his hips, allowing his cock to snag on your clit and elicit a hiss from both of you. Your lips messily leave open-mouth kisses over any skin that you can reach; his neck, cheek, lips, forehead, all of it, the feeling of his glistening skin on your lips addicting.
âPlease, Jaeyun. Fuck me. Right. Now.â
Your pleading snaps him into full throttle, his hand guiding his cock to your entrance, his bell expanding and contracting as he slips inside of you. Your groans of pleasure harmonise in the winter night, both your bodies connecting fully as he bottoms out slowly, balls meeting your ass as he pushes in to the hilt.
âHoly shit,â he whispers, burying his face in your neck, and you lock him in there, fisting his hair and bucking your hips for friction. He fills you up so good you wonder why humans are born empty and not with a permanent cock up their pussy.Â
You never want him to leave.
âMove, Yunnie, please.â The tone of your voice doesnât carry much conviction but portrays your desperation for him. The nickname falling off your cock-drunk tongue much to his happiness. If anyone ever calls him Yunnie again, and it overtakes the way you whimper it out, he will commit murder. Only you can call him that, call him whatever you want, call him by his name, ever again.
Obeying your wishes, he begins to pull back his hips and move them painfully slow back into you, feeling each bump of your walls and how they meld perfectly with the veins of his fat cock.Â
While he loves savouring the moment of you taking him in, feeling how your hole adapts to his girth and length, creating way just for him. âFaster, Yunnie. God, please.â
âAsking God to help get what you want is crazy considering itâs me you should be begging,â he chuckles, never increasing his pace.Â
âShut up, please,â you whine out, grabbing his ass and trying to physically move him to speed up. Â
âYou can ask me to shut up but not beg me to move faster?â he tuts, going even slower, âCâmon, princess. Ask me nicely.â
You want to slap him, a dry laugh coming from your throat as you fight between your pride - telling you never to do as a man says - and your need for him to start jackhammering into you.Â
Well, you suppose you can let your pride have a night off for a chance.
âJaeyun, please, move faster. Iâm begging you. Fuck me faster and harder.â
Those sweet yet filthy words send Jaeyun into orbit, and he grants your prayers. With his hands pushing down your hips, he begins to thrust with ferocity, the tip of his cock not punching into your cervix. Itâs much more delicious than you ever could have imagined, the way he snaps into your cunt with no restraint, your pussy taking a beating in the best way possible.Â
This is heaven.
âYes, Jaeyun! Yes! Donât fucking stop, please.âÂ
And stop he does not. In fact, he lifts your legs over his shoulders and folds you in half, the new angle somehow reaching so deep you can feel him poking your stomach. You have never felt this good in your life. A cock has never made your brain turn to mush or made your hands literally peel the skin from your partnerâs back before, yet here you are, chanting incoherent words into his ear and clawing up his shoulder blades.
âFuck, you feel so fucking good, princess. Taking my cock so well.â Jaeyun breathes into your neck, nipping at your skin and he marks you right back. His praise makes you smile, kissing all over his face in appreciation for the pleasure he is giving you right now. âSuch a good girl, Y/N.â
You could cum that minute, and he feels how you clench around him, sucking him in further, making him tip his head back and move even faster. He wants you to cum together, and with how good your pussy feels, he isnât far from it.
âYou sure you want me to cum inside?â he asks again, trying to gauge whether you could have changed your mind. But you grip his hair and stare into his eyes.Â
âIf you donât, Iâll kick you out back into the rain.â
Jaeyun laughs. Hard. Your threat is meaningless because you clearly would never leave him out there again to drown in the winter hail, but it does get your point across. You donât just want his cum, you need it. And luckily for you, he is happy to oblige.Â
So, with your consent, he works on getting you both to the edge, his right hand coming down to your clit and rubbing it in smooth circles, a juxtaposition to his harsh thrusts. And you begin to see stars, constellations, as you arch your back and wriggle under him. The coil in your tummy burns with the insatiable pull.Â
âIâm cumming! Yunnie, Iâm cumming,â you warn, happiness filtering the air as you buck your hips and match the rhythm of his shaft penetrating you. âCum with me. Please, baby.â
Baby
His balls tighten at the petname and groans loudly. âCall me that again.â
âBaby, cum inside me,â you repeat within a moan, forcing your eyes open to lock onto his. âCum with me.â
And just like that, with the final clench of your walls around him, he spurts his white seed inside of you, a primal roar escaping his lips as each rope coats your canal. You cum with him, his name falling from your lips over and over again as you chant out in hymn.Â
âSqueeze it, princess. Take it all like you want.â He validates you without ridicule, a grin of glee etching onto his face as his body shakes with the euphoria he feels. You were right, cumming inside of you is much better than a condom.
After a while, both your hearts begin to slow down and his body collapses onto yours. His lips lazily kiss your sweaty skin on the top of your breast, your fingers threading through his now dry hair, the only wetness coming from persperation. Its intimate, despite the newness of the situation, and you canât help but plaster a smile on your face.
It feels so right.
And youâre not the only one who believes so.
Jaeyun gathers some strength to lean on his arm, cupping your face as he strokes your cheek. âCan I be honest?â
âOf course.â
âI donât want this to be a one-time thing.â His voice is wavering due to exhaustion, but itâs overshadowed by sincerity.Â
Placing your hand over his, you titter slightly, the sound making Jaeyunâs stomach knot and cock pulse inside you once again. âYou mean having sex or staying in my house and abusing my shower privileges?â
âBoth.â He murmurs earnestly, pinching your cheek. âI also want you to abuse my showerâŠwhen I get one.â The last part of that sentence falters slightly, his voice dipping as if suddenly comping back into his reality.
But you wonât let him dwell in it. Instead, you reach up to kiss him gently, lips expressing the reassurance you worry your words might not. And it seems to do the trick because, in an instant, heâs kissing you back with passion, taking each swipe of your tongue against his as confirmation that you want to have this again and see where it goes.Â
It could lead to nothing but it could lead to everything.
And he needs to find out.
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[3:21 am]
"wait! n-no.."you let out a small whimper, your body were toss on the bed rough, almost make your head bump onto the bed headboard but heeseung don't care much about it. "heeseung! i said wait!"
you yelled out, he rolled his eyes, annoyed to hear your loud voice. "wait for what, y/n?"he grab both of your wrist before he pinned it on top of your head, getting on to of your body. you could feel his hot breath on your ear, "have i ever fucking mention that you can do as you want?"
you flinch slightly as you heard the harsh tone in his voice, usually you would kick or punch him if he try to do something like this to you. but you know better not to mess with heeseung when he's mad, he's dead mad after he found out about what you did today, and where you go.
"h-heeseung.."you voice soft calling for him, you clutch onto his shirt arm. "i'm s-sorry.. please don't take him away from me."you know very well than anyone else what's the sequence of this, you did wrong and the usual flirty and playful heeseung that you always saw around is just not there, his eyes are not the same.
he look like a whole different person with that deathly glare. you let out a small gasp when he grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back. "what i told you about na jaemin, hm sweetheart?"heeseung ask, his voice sound stern, different than his usual playful banter. "speak y/n, i can't hear you."
you let out a whimper before you talk, "you said.. d-don't fall for his charm, don't talk to him and.. don't follow him anywhere."you list out everything that you could think of about his warning of na jaemin. heeseung went away for awhile just to get you some drink and when he comeback, jaemin already all over you.
"right?"heeseung let go of his grip on your hair, he take a deep breath like he's trying to calm himself down. "i need you to quit the job, no more working at that club."your eyes widen when he suddenly said that, you immediately grab his arm which make heeseung look down at it.
you shake your head immediately, "n-no.. the club is the last option, how do i pay for my debt now if i quit?"the construction office, the shitty restaurant and the night club.. you already did all the job choices he gave but it seems like none of it end up great. "please heeseung?"he rolled his eyes as he heard your small plead.
"oh sweetheart, you forgot about my offer aren't you?"
offer? right.. his offer, "i told you i would pay all of your debt if you become mine, aren't i?"
yoiiiii happy new yearrrrr â€ïž this just another part of that heeseung series?
but gurl i'm just too lazy to write for the whole things đ i've lost motivation ever since tumblr unsaved half of what i wrote huaaaaa but i love the idea so well.. i guess i will write again hmm
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see a cheerleader, breed a cheerleader
pairing â """nerd!"""jake x (f) reader
genre .. warnings â smut, noncon, dubcon, oral (m receiving), male face sitting, face fucking, unprotected sex, blackmail, choking, hitting, virgin!reader
summary â ever since forever, you have always gotten your way with people by whatever means necessary. a wink and a smile is all it takes to make a boy drop to your feet and worship you. no one told you to think that jake sim would be any different. as it turns out, actions do have consequences.
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a/n â jeno version of this fic posted on my nct blog revehae. yea, mine. i am her she is me. feedback is appreciated!
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âž short, sweet, sometimes sticky
it was supposed to be like everybody else.
short, sweet, maybe sticky if you considered that one time youâd shaken that sunoo boyâs sweat-coated hands and watched the pale of his face burn the same fierce rose as the lens he saw you through.Â
youâd laughed lightheartedly to spare him the embarrassment, telling him that everybody got a little sweaty every now and then, especially you. after all, cheerleading was more than skipping around and twirling. and at those words, youâd watched his eyes haze with the image of you damp with sweat, drenched head to toe.
hook, line, and sinker.
far too easy, exactly how you liked them. smart, easy, and utterly unable to resist you.
no one told you to expect something different from jake sim. and why would you? he knew all the right answers, had some of the best marks, and practically lived in the library. he perfectly fit the bill of your standard victim.
which was why you had no qualms about approaching him in the library while he was typing away at his laptop, occasionally sipping from some kind of coffee.
as if he could sense he was in imminent danger and needed to evacuate immediately, jake turned around before you could even make it completely to the table and saw you advancing on him with a pretty, practiced smile. âhi,â you greeted, waving at him. falling, your hands gripped the rear of the chair beside him. âis someone sitting here?â
jake raised a brow at you, but shook his head. âno, no oneâs sitting there.â
âperfect,â you replied, pulling out the chair and taking a seat. you turned so that you were facing him. âjake, right?â
jake nodded slowly, wondering where this was going. he got plenty girls, sure, but none ever approached him in the library. âthatâs me,â he said, curious. âdo i know you?â
âwell, probably not,â you replied, giggling as if something was funny. âbut, you know⊠iâm a cheerleader.â
jake hummed. âare you now?â
you bobbed your head expectantly. âyeah, and iâve heard about how smart you are. iâm impressed, to be honest. i mean, every time iâm in the library, i see you sitting here. i could never spend so much time here. you must have a lot of resolve to do something like that.â
âyou think so?â jake asked, pretending to be flattered just to see where you were leading him.Â
âi do. like, really do,â you replied, brushing your fingers against his forearm. âi just have so many other,â better, âthings to do, you know. with cheer, iâm either practicing or resting so that iâll have energy for practice. itâs really hard on me, you know?â
jake stifled a chuckle and glanced back at his laptop screen. âyou poor thing.â
your brows stitched. he wasnât paying nearly enough attention to you. it was almost like he was uninterested. âand thatâs why i was wondering if you could help me. i mean, youâre such a genius. you could probably do it in half the time it would take me,â you continued, lowering your hand onto his denim-clad thigh, and becoming surprised by how sturdy it felt.
jake spared a fleeting glance at your hand on his left thigh before his eyes flitted to your face, watching you wink at him and throw him a smile. âlet me get this straight,â he started, slowly caressing the back of your hand with his thumb as it sat on his thigh. âyou want me to⊠do your work for you?â
âhey, your hard work wouldnât go unrewarded,â you insisted, ignoring the unexpected motions of his thumb. âyouâd have my attention. i mean, like i said, i donât have a lot of time to give away. but iâm willing to spend some of it on you.â
jake snickered, unable to help himself anymore. âare you this patronizing to everyone you meet?â he asked.
your eyes flickered. âp-patronizing?â
jake smiled, patting your hand before setting it on your own thigh. âsorry, was that a big word for you? you know, when you think youâre too good for something, but you donât want to say it, so you play sweet and act like youâre helping me, when really, itâs the other way around.â
switching on a dime, you narrowed your eyes at him. for such a pretty boy, he had quite the attitude. âi know what patronizing means. and right now, i think youâre the one being patronizing.â
âam i?â jake asked, feigning obliviousness. âhowâs it taste, cheerleader? doesnât feel good, does it?â
your face was set in a scowl. sometimes it hurt you to play nice with people, and now was one of those times. âare you gonna help me or not?â you snapped.
âthere it is,â jake sang, chuckling to himself. he put his hand on your thigh now, squeezing the flesh gently. for now. âthereâs the real you.â
you swallowed, glaring over at him with a hint of defiance despite the disgusting, foreign feeling rotting in your chest. it had never gone like this before. every situation predating this one had been somewhat predictable, to the point where youâd come to expect certain reactions. this was not that.
âiâll help you,â jake said after a pause.
you forced a smile. âgreat, soâŠâ
jake interjected, âon one condition.â
smile faltering, you trailed off, processing his words. now he was making some kind of deal with you? who in the hell did this man think he was?
âon one condition?â you echoed, as if youâd somehow misheard him. your brows scrunched in suspicion. âwhat condition?â
jake grinned, the look on his face sly as hell and a stark contrast from the disgruntled glower on yours. âgive me something in return,â was all he said, the tightening hold on your thigh giving away more than his words had.
you gawked, as if you were offended, and quickly swat at his hand. âiâm not having sex with you, you pervert!â
âsure, youâre not,â jake answered with a chuckle, eyes twinkling with amusement. everything about you was alluring to him for mostly all the reasons unintended. âbut you said iâd have your attention. i guess you think itâs not often a poor, busy nerd like myself gets anyoneâs attention, yeah? but nerds get tired too, donât they? they need to de-stressâŠâ
âthatâs not my problem,â you spat.Â
âyou getting an F isnât my problem, either,â jake retorted, shrugging his shoulders. âso what itâs gonna be, cheerleader?â
something about this situation isnât right to you. maybe itâs the lack of power you currently wielded over him, despite the fact that you had gotten used to having your way with academically competent boys like himself. if he werenât taller than you and stronger than you, youâd resort to other, more familiar methods.
but jake had changed the entire trajectory of this interaction for the worse, and now you had to determine whether or not it was beneath you to let him treat you as if you were some kind of object. you sulkily mulled it over, arms folded, trying to think of a way to maintain some semblance of power. âfine,â you finally replied, relenting. âbut iâm not doing anything that requires me taking my clothes off.â
âyou never seen a good porno, cheerleader?â jake asked, a stupid, taunting smile blemishing his lips. âthat cute little uniform of yours is the whole appeal to some people.â
âmy name isâŠ,â you huffed irritably, tired of being referred to by your title.Â
âfrankly, cheerleader, i donât care what your name is,â jake told you with brutal honesty. âyouâre the one that introduced yourself as a cheerleader, like thatâs your whole personality or something. thinking it would make me fold. you canât be stupid and demanding.â
you gaped, affronted by the sheer audacity of him to even utter those words to you, like you were some dumb bimbo. âiâm not stupid! iâm just too busy.â
âright. too busy,â jake echoed, obviously none too convinced. âsorry for assuming.â
with a roll of your eyes, you stood up from the table chair, feeling utterly disrespected. âyeah, you should be,â you said, despite knowing his apology was completely inauthentic. âwhereâs your phone?â
jake arched a brow and glanced over to his phone, sitting face down against the table on the other side of him. before he could even respond, you reached over him to grab it and pointed it at his face, unlocking it as if youâd done it a million times before.
then, you started typing away, all the while jake watched you with an amused expression on his face. he had to admit, you were surely something. and though he found you entertaining, he couldnât shake the thought that you desperately needed someone to put you in your place.
âreach me here,â you said after a moment, handing him his phone back. the screen was on his messages, a fresh contact with you. âpleasure doing business with you.â
with that, you walked away.Â
jake shook his head, scoffing. who the hell did you think you were?
over the next few days or so, you met with jake to better construct exactly what your expectations were pertaining to your work. or at least, those were the words heâd used. most of those limited encounters had ended with his hands sealing around your breasts.
you let it slide, deciding that a little over-the-clothes stuff was relatively harmless. after all, this was the busiest youâd been all year long, and you were far too exhausted when you got home to be burdened with stupid assignments and pesky discussion posts. the next two months, if not the next two weeks, were going to kill you if you didnât have someone to carry at least half the workload on your behalf.
it was okay. jakeâs inability to keep his hands to himself was fine. it wasnât like anybody was going to know, or that this arrangement would last long enough for them to find out. you would get to keep your dignity and your grades, without saving one at the expense of the other.
short, sweet, and sticky, remember? maybe the latter was simply manifesting in the way jakeâs hands were stuck to you. not that anything about him was sweet.
more like sacrifice.
âž gilded age
âguess who just made the list of this weekâs top ten trending sluts,â jennie said as she walked up beside you and roseanne.
roseanne perked up that, though she couldnât help but mischievously quip, âyou?â
jennie narrowed her eyes. âhoe, as if,â she spat. âi know how to keep my legs closed.â
you snickered. âgod, what happened now?â
âa sex tape got leaked. hyeri, and apparently sunghoon.â
your nose scrunched, as if disgusted. âalways knew she was a slut. i mean, you should have been there to see the way she acted around the jocks in high school. her eyes were practically screaming, âpick me, choose me, fuck me,ââ you mocked.
roseanne burst into giggles, downing the rest of what was left in her red cup. âi donât think thatâs how that goes,â she chimed. âbut sunghoon? is she crazy? i hope they didnât do it raw. i heard rumors that heâs got the clap.âÂ
âhe sure clapped something, alright,â jennie retorted, much to your amusement. âit was definitely raw. hope it was worth the itch. you guys wanna see?â
âabsolutely not,â you said, shaking your head vigorously. âi bet her parents would love to see it, though. on second thought, send me it.â
roseanne gawked. âare you serious?â
you bobbed your head, grinning deviously. âyeah. you guys have no idea what that bitch was like in high school. i tried teaching her a lesson, but she just never learned. itâs like the bitch is addicted to pain or something.â
jennie shook her head, pretending to disapprove, though she was intrigued to see how far you would your obvious loathing. âjust sent it.â
your phone vibrated in your hand a few seconds later. you opened your instagram burner account, scrolling through your mainâs following to find hyeriâs motherâs page, and dropped the video in her inbox. your sly giggle alerted your friends to your success and you dropped your phone in your pocket, satisfied.
âoh, youâre sick,â jennie insulted playfully, nudging your arm. âi wonder if sheâll say anything.â
you shrugged your shoulders, feigning nonchalance as if you werenât excited to see how her mother would respond. âdonât know, but iâm more curious about if sheâll talk to hyeri about it. iâd love to be a fly on the myungâs wall when that happens.â
roseanne tapped your shoulder. âhey, donât look now, but that jake guy is staring you.â
your head whirled around, spotting jake in his own corner of the party, indeed watching your every move as if he wanted to consume you and was waiting for the perfect moment to attack. which, if he was, would not be surprising.Â
roseanne sighed in annoyance. âi literally just said donât look now.â
you turned back to face them, shaking your head. âdonât worry about that creep,â you replied, brushing it off. âheâs just begging to get in my pants. didnât even know he went to parties.â
for whatever reason, jennie laughed. something about what you said tickled her, apparently. âum, yeah. thatâs jake for you, alright. heâs either partying with his friends or grinding in the library, no in between. perfectly balanced lifestyle, i have to admit it.â
your brows furrowed. that was news to you. and probably an important piece of information that youâd conveniently missed when narrowing down your targets. maybe you should have asked around about him more. you just didnât think that someone who studied as hard as he did could also be the life of the party.
what was he doing here, anyway? shouldnât he have been off doing your homework? useless fucking nerdy-not.
âdo you guys know each other or something?â roseanne pressed, noticing the strange tension in the air despite the fact that you and jake were feet apart. which was honestly admirable. âdo you think you could get him to put me on with jungwon?â
jennieâs laughter rang out again, only this time, it was much louder, and much more mocking. âplease. jungwon isnât gonna touch any of us after how she broke his heart. youâd have better luck with jaehyun,â she sneered.
roseanne glared, a snarl on her face. âfuck jaehyun.â
âyeah, i bet you want to. i bet youâre still dreaming of that big, thick, meaty dick you wouldnât shut up about, like, two months ago.â
âa lot can change in two months.â
âoh, it sure can,â jennie replied, humming. âit sure can.â
âž takes two to tango
jake: come over
you: no
jake: that wasnât a requestÂ
you: no where in our agreement does it say you get to boss me around
jake: not even for an A?
you: thatâs what your grabby hands are for
jake: i donât have to do this, you know. i can let you be a grown up and fiend for yourself like the rest of us
you: iâm otw, chill. jesus
the knock of your fist against jakeâs door was incessant, more than likely enough to exasperate his neighbors, given that it was particularly late at night and a good number of them had to have been sleeping.
jake threw the door open with a scowl, obviously irritated. âyou are so fucking annoying,â he hissed, dragging you inside and shutting the door behind you.Â
âow!â you cried out, snatching your arm away. âstop that, iâm sore.â
jake shook his head, his discontent frown disappearing in favor of an entertained, idiotic smile. âsore, huh? from doing what?â
you rolled your eyes. âif it isnât obvious, iâm a cheerleader,â you reminded, gesturing down to your uniform. âmeaning, i cheer.â
ignoring your snarky attitude, jake glanced you up in down, taking in the sight of you in that tight, short cheer uniform that clung to you rather snugly. sweat still beaded at your damp legs and likely gathered between your breasts and down your back, as jake was imagining. âyeah, you cheer. you wonât let me forget,â he said, amused.
âwell, iâm busy,â you said, crossing your arms.
busy, my fucking ass, jake thought to himself. âyeah, you wonât let me forget that, either. and yet, i saw you giggling with your friends at a party two weeks ago, looking completely fine. your poor, exhausted legs seemed to be working perfectly.â
âwhat, so i canât have hobbies now?â
âsure, you can,â jake replied, shrugging his shoulders. âi just have to ask, do you ever do anything productive with your time?â
âof course, i do,â you hissed, before quickly deflecting, âbut we both know thatâs not why you made me come all the way over here. so, what do you want?â
âyour attention,â jake said without missing a beat. his hands plopped against your bare shoulders and began wandering down your arms, rubbing them back and forth. âiâm in desperate need of a cheerleaderâs sweet, precious attention.â
the disgruntled grimace on your face was the most effort you made to express your discomfort, not that he was looking there anyway. to him, at the moment, the sight of your body was much more appetizing. you watched with a repugnant burn simmering in your gaze as his eyes met your long, slender legs.
without warning, jake grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you into the air, making you cry out in surprise. arms dangling around his neck, you held on for dear life, not an inch of your body feeling safe in his arms. you had been hauled further away from the ground by your cheermates, but this was different; no one wanted to fail, meaning no one would drop you. you had no reason to assume that jake would handle you delicately.
but his burly arms, however, were not lost on you. though you hadnât yet seen them in full power, your interactions mostly taking form of him forcing your back flush against the chiseled muscle of his chest as he kneaded yours, you could only imagine what the hands that groped you were capable of.Â
in a matter of seconds, you landed on your back against his sheets, another shrill screech escaping your throat. âjake, what the hell?â you exclaimed.Â
âiâm not getting on my knees for you,â jake said, the slyest of smiles tugging at his lips. ânot unless itâs to fuck you. and youâre just too good to give it up, arenât you?â
for him, definitely. and you would have said so, but your lips parted in a gasp, surprised and startled. something wet pushed along your sore legs, which were abruptly yanked to pillars far above your head so that theyâd be more conveniently within reach of jakeâs tongue as he licked long, hot lines at them.
your eyes were rooted on him, fixed in a shape unlike their natural narrowed, black blaze and it would instead be more apt likening them to the fear and fret of a deer in crossed paths. wide, waiting, almost innocent. too used to circumstance to understand its fabric and too unfamiliar to chance to understand its fate.
unsatisfied, jake bent your knee and pushed your leg further as he stood over the edge of his bed, and, in turn, over you, a grip on your ankles that you could feel in your bones. âjake, that hurts,â you whined.Â
jake didnât understand why you were bitching. âbut youâre a cheerleader,â he echoed. âarenât you flexible?â
you writhed uncomfortably as he continued shamelessly, tongue even daring to twist against the bone underneath the bend of your knee, a sensation that itched more than you expected. his lips sealed around your skin, sucking and nibbling.
needless to say, it was unlike anything you had experienced before. âstop, thatâs weird!â
âstop complaining,â jake groaned, pushing your leg even harder. âitâs like all you ever do is complain about how hard your life is.â
your eyes stung now not only with loathing, but the threat of hot tears. it was stupid; it sounded dramatic, but you felt it was warranted when he was the one actively making your life harder. âyouâre a fucking weirdo,â you snapped.Â
jake heard it. the slight tremble in your voice despite the courage youâd been feigning. that was the sole reason he even bothered to look up at your face, the tears in them stealing his attention away in a heartbeat. he didnât know whether to be amused or annoyed, or maybe even both. âgod, now youâre crying,â he pointed out. âi havenât even done anything to you. do you need me to give you a reason to cry?â
you shook your head. all you needed was to go home and recharge. you were beginning to doubt whether or not he was worth the trouble he carried with him in exchange for a grade that would keep your parents off your back, especially if he was going to make pulling stunts like this a regular habit.Â
the last thing you expected jake to do was tug the bottom of your top past the shadow of your breasts, slackening the taut grip on your ankles in favor of your wrists as if he knew you would dare resist him, and burying his face between your chest. you exhaled shakily, mortified by the hot, wet feel of his tongue licking a stripe between your breasts, gathering leftover sweat on its tip.
and you did thrash. but you were getting a taste of that power now; a power that wasnât your own, a power that you couldnât reap. a power that grabbed you with its calloused fist with a might so strong you couldnât move. and it was for the first time that you felt utterly weak. there had to be a word for something as unfathomable as that, but it was so foreign to you that you couldnât think of it.
to make matters worse, jake was taking his time, sucking bruises onto the skin of your chest in between his licking, as if he wanted to ensure there was no spot left untouched, no drop of sweat left behind. your face strained with discomfort, wanting more than anything to get away from him and this awful feeling rotting inside of your heart.
maybe your cries for mercy were heard, because no sooner had you hoped for an end than it came. âyou can go now,â jake said, pulling away. he pulled your shirt back down and smoothed out any wrinkles, which was almost kind of him.
even though you were more than eager to be rid of him, you lay there, dumbfounded. it was one thing to be violated, and it was another to be dismissed, but to happen in rapid succession of each other quickly bred some ugly emotion that was only festering.
jake had expected you to scurry out of his bed, and out of his apartment, so the fact that you were still there bemused him. âwhat, do you want more?â he teased.Â
you shook your head, sitting up a little too quickly. your head started to feel lightheaded. you barked, âthat isnât what i agreed to!â
jake had the audacity to laugh. like you had told a joke of some kind. âisnât it? your clothes are still technically on. that was what you agreed to. remember?â
you dropped to your feet, pushing past him. âyouâre disgusting,â was all you said, making a beeline for the door.
âtakes two to tango, baby,â jake called after you, simpering.
you didnât look back. you couldnât. there was an unpleasant stir in your gut - not as easily distinguishable as the loathing - unlike anything you had ever felt and you desperately wanted it to go away, to rid of yourself of anything that even remotely resembled jake sim.
 ➠chess, not checkers
deep, low grunts smacked against the walls and bounced back with almost the same amount of vigor of jakeâs quick, unrelenting hips, the sound nearly as hard and heavy as he was. the only thing rivaling the tightness of the hole he was using was the wince of his closed eyes and the grip of his strong hands.
jake didnât want to see. it would be too blatantly obvious that she wasnât you, and that it wasnât your blemished hips he was holding. though she sounded nothing like you. he knew that you would have been so much whinier, and despite finding them painfully obnoxious, he found himself longing to hear all your worthless, melodramatic complaints.
instead, he heard soft moans mingling with his own labored sounds as his hips moved with a mind of their own, imagining it was you underneath him where you truly belonged.
the image stained the back of his eyelids, burned behind them every time he closed his eyes; the shortness of your pleated skirt scrunched around your hips, weak legs on his broad shoulders with nicks and bruises scattered here and there, arms swinging aimlessly.
and if he got tired of hearing you, he could simply press his palm squarely against your mouth, muting the sound of your incessant fussing. if he really wanted to put you in your place, he could clasp his hands around your throat and clamp down onto your windpipe till all that escaped you was a pitiful, featherlight squeak.
jake could tell no one had ever properly put you in your place before, no one had ever stood up to you and reminded you of your level. you were in desperate need of a humbling and didnât even know it yourself. no one better than jake for the role, he figured. a little cheerleader parading around in a uniform to feel different from everybody else she met didnât scare him whatsoever.
the only thing saving you was essentially the fact that you were undeniably pretty and not necessarily to blame for the schoolâs superficial culture, which elevated girls like you in terms of status despite it having no real meaning or manifestations outside of campus, and put you on top when you were within the bubble.
but outside the bubble, away from the boys who thought of you as this beautiful, unattainable poison and the girls who enabled you with a faux sense of togetherness, you had no real identity, no real power, and no real worth.
and yet, maybe jake was contributing to the problem. maybe he had inadvertently become one of the people elevating you. because choking in the heat of the moment, he uttered your name, forgetting who he was with and where he was.
hands shoved at him, hard. at least, hard enough for him to be jolted out of his reverie, finally gazing into the eyes that seethed because of him. âdid you just call me that evil witchâs name?â seoa barked.
jake winced. that was a fair reaction, all things considered. he wouldnât have wanted to have been called your name out of everyoneâs, either. he rubbed his nape. âwellâŠâ
âunbelievable,â seoa replied, scoffing. she got out of the bed and hurriedly began picking her clothes up from the floor, redressing herself.
jake exhaled a breath, mostly annoyed that his orgasm had been ruined, but still feeling a hint of sympathy. âseoa, wait,â he said, touching her shoulder.
seoa recoiled, pulling away. jake had never seen anyone be so ready to put on their pants after being with him, not even with a hell of a schedule after. ânever touch me again,â she spat, walking out with her shoes in tow. âfuck you.â
jake ran a hand through his hair, watching her leave, and murmured under his breath, âgod dammit.â
a few days later, while they were attending a festival, jay marched over to jake, draping an arm over his shoulder, and asked, âwanna tell me why seoa blocked all of us and sheâs been glaring at me and mark since she got here?â
jake snickered, shaking his head in slight disbelief. he was over it by now, he figured she would be too. âi let a certain cheerleaderâs name slip while i was balls deep inside her,â he confessed. which he wasnât necessarily proud of, considering the only reason he even knew your name was because youâd saved your own contact on his phone.
jayâs brows furrowed, glancing around as if he was trying to spot you in the crowd like a heat-seeking missle. âwho?â
rolling his eyes, jake grabbed the back of jayâs head with one hand and turned it in your general direction, hoping it would help. and jake knew it had when jayâs confusion melted into disgust.Â
âoh, that bitch?â he asked, nose wrinkled.
jake chuckled, releasing his friendâs head. âsheâs a bitch, but sheâs pretty.â
jay couldnât argue with that fact even if heâd wanted to. âyeah, iâll give her that. cute in the face. sheâs fake as hell, though. played jungwon like a fiddle. he did six months worth of her homework because she promised theyâd get together.â
that was news to jake. he knew you were cruel, having had stories from sunoo and the like, but he never knew of your history with jungwon. if it could be called that. âdid they fuck?â he couldnât help but ask.
jay shook his head, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand before he answered, âhe said she always turned him down. told him she was waiting for âthe perfect moment.ââ
now that was funny as hell. jake had only known you for a few weeks and yet even he quickly pieced together that you werenât the romantic type. âwell, thatâs fucked up,â he said, happily accepting yet another reason to dislike you. âbut heâs dumb as fuck if he did her homework for six months without getting a crumb of pussy in return.â
jay made a face, nodding. âyeah,â he exhaled, giving the impression that heâd wanted to defend jungwon. âbut man, what possessed you to say her name while fucking the seoa? i need a good excuse. you just blew my shot with her.â
jake shrugged. âdonât have one. she approached me maybe three weeks ago asking me to do her homework, and i agreed.â
jay gawked. that didnât sound like jake. like at all. âman, what? is she paying you?â
âoh, dividends,â jake quipped.
âoh, and in what? pussy?â
ânope.â
jay looked horrified. he was so damn dramatic. âthen, why the hell are you doing her bidding? that doesnât sound like you.â
it didnât, not immediately, but jake had his reasons. âentertainment purposes,â he replied curtly.
jay shook his head, taking another swig of his drink. certainly, he was drinking, not smoking. âyouâre becoming her pawn for entertainment purposes? unbelievable, bro.â
âchess, not checkers, jay.â jake smirked, putting a hand on jayâs shoulder. âyouâll see.â
âž things good guys doÂ
âyouâre lucky i was already out,â jake told you when you let him into your apartment. âitâs the middle of the night for fuckâs sake. what do you want?â
âoh, please,â you spat, damn near rolling your eyes. your arms were folded. âyou get to call me over at the ungodly hour, but when i do it, itâs a problem?â
jake exhaled through his nose and ran a hand through his hair, wondering why he bothered to come here when he had no obligation to do your bidding, as jay had put it. but something told him that he wouldnât have any regrets. âyeah, it is. now, what do you want?â
you were silent for a few moments, somewhat ashamed of the request you would ultimately make. you sighed, surrendering. âi need help with calculus,â you finally said.
jakeâs shoulders drooped, eyes shrinking in a contemptuous disbelief. âseriously?â
âseriously,â you repeated, sitting down on your couch as your laptop screen glared back at you from the coffee table.
jake groaned, âi seriously donât know how you even got into this school. canât you do anything by yourself?â
you gawked, affronted. he made you sound like some incompetent, immature dickhead. âcontrary to a weirdly popular belief, iâm actually really smart,â you insisted, having the transcripts to prove it. âbut my professor sucks and i need an eighty-nine on my final to keep my A. and itâs not like you can walk in and take it for me because itâs proctored.â
jake shook his head and reminded, âyou know this little agreement we have doesnât include me tutoring you, right?â
âit didnât include you assaulting me, either,â you retorted.
âyou think that was assault?â jake asked, scoffing. he dropped beside you on your couch, the proximity instinctively making you suck in a breath. âif i wasnât a good guy, iâd show you assault.â
scooting over to ensure maximum distance between your bodies, you argued, âgood guys donât call themselves good guys.â
âgood guys have self-control,â jake replied matter-of-factly, resisting a chuckle. he didnât make a move to touch you, but he noticed how tense you looked now that he was sitting beside you. âiâll tutor you, but weâll have to up the terms of our agreement.â
you swallowed sharply, throat bobbing. you had a feeling you werenât going to enjoy these new terms. âwhat do you want?â
âa blowjob.â
âthatâs disgusting,â you spat without a second thought, features contorting with repugnance.
jake quipped, âand so is your inability to do your school work without using and depending on every intelligent boy you meet, but hey, iâm sure you canât help that.â
you sighed, exasperated, and cradled your face in your hands. was this seriously what your life had come to? giving a boy a blowjob in exchange for a pretty transcript?
jake grinned, appreciating the sight of you in distress. it was a sign, a good sign, and he intended to bring it out of you more and more, bleeding you absolutely dry. lowering a hand onto your thigh, he urged, âcome on, bruise those little knees for me. donât you bruise âem for cheer?â
âthatâs not the same!â you whined.Â
âof course, itâs not,â jake said, squeezing your thigh as his shoulders trembled with laughter. âcheer isnât helping you graduate with flying colors.â
you desperately wanted him to be wrong, you were begging for him to be wrong, but you both knew that if he was, he wouldnât have been here with you at the moment. not now, not three weeks ago, not ever. so you sucked it up, slamming down your laptop lid, and grumbled, âfine.â
maybe he didnât come here for nothing, after all. grateful heâd trusted his gut, jake stood up and clutched your arm to pull you along with him. âcome on, letâs go to your room. i like my blowjobs a little messy and iâm sure you donât want to mess up your nice carpet.â
you snatched your arm away from him, hating his insistence on touching you for every little reason whenever he possibly could, even if it was insignificant. your mouth was taut as you begrudgingly headed for your bedroom.
it was obvious that you were sour. walking behind you, jake couldnât help but chime, âglad to see that you can at least walk by yourself!â
you bristled in annoyance, wishing you could just get rid of him, but you knew it wouldnât be wise to discard him so quickly. at least for now, he still held some kind of value.
jake walked in behind you, looking particularly radiant, and you hated that you knew why. hell, you hated the reason itself. âget on your knees,â he commanded.
normally, you would complain about him giving you orders as if you were his lap dog or something, but you just wanted to get this over with. you were already so over this entire week. you slowly dropped to your knees, trying to ignore how demeaning it felt.Â
âgood girl,â jake praised at your compliance. ânow, look up at me with those pretty eyes and ask me to help you with calc. ask me nicely.â
you met his eyes, noticing the expectant glimmer in his gaze that you so badly wanted to knock off. but you werenât dumb enough to incite violence against a grown man that walked around with his bulging muscles on display for all the world to see, and you didnât doubt that he would hit you back. âjake, please help me with calculus,â you pleaded, choosing your battles.
jake hummed, satisfied. âyou sound so pretty and sweet when you ask nicely, instead of demanding things. didnât know you were capable of that,â he told you, running his fingers through your hair. âtake it out. get me hard.â
your hands moved to his sweatpants, tugging at them enough to bring them down just shy of his knees, and doing the same with his underwear. he wasnât hard yet, but that would be an easy fix; witnessing your state of pure anguish, watching you speak and move as if you were totally dejected, always excited him.
not to mention that the sight of you on your knees for him, the more he took it in, was arousing him even more than he thought it would. he had pictured it in his mind before, you serving him, pleasuring him, existing solely for him, but nothing could compare to the sight he beheld now.
at least, nothing other than you actually doing something rather than sitting there like an idiot. he liked taking control, but he figured you would take matters into your own hands, literally, when he gave the order. âdo you need me to tell you what to do or something?â he asked, huffing irritably. âput your tongue on it. tease the head.â
your face and ears burned in ways they rarely did, but you nodded wordlessly and did as told, bracing your hands on his thighs and reluctantly pressing your tongue onto his tip, looking anywhere but his eyes as the muscle swirled around.
that amused jake to no end. at least for now, he would let it slide, not feeling the need to maintain eye contact with you at the moment. if he needed to, he would simply just grab a nice, thick fistful of your hair and yank it back to jolt your head up at him. he could still see your pretty, bare face, hair arranged messily at the top of your head with a few needless strands jutting out here and there.
he liked that. of course, he would have been more than enthusiastic to have you suck him off if youâd been all dolled up, making you ruin your makeup and undo at least an hour of careful, clean work, but he also just took pleasure in seeing this natural, undone part of you. he wanted to see you for what you really were.
it didnât take long for him to get hard. with all his thoughts revolving around you and the feel of your tongue on the head of his dick, that was a no-brainer. âgood, now put it in your mouth. take as much as you can and not an inch less,â jake instructed.
widening your mouth, you accepted his stout, heavy cock into your mouth, lips forming a tight suction around the head and steadily advancing down his shaft. bit by bit, inch by nightmarishly thick inch. you had made it maybe halfway down his shaft when you quickly discovered your limit.
jake was surprisingly content, despite the fact that you definitely still had a few more inches to go. âthere you go,â he said, giving your head a soft pat of approval. âsuck. go slow. and donât you dare let me feel any teeth.âÂ
your heart was thumping out of something you could only understand as fear, even though jake hadnât done anything to warrant it yet. inhaling through your nose, you tried to level your breathing, taking your time to draw in his cock lest you made a mistake. the hint of warning in jakeâs voice, in spite of the calmness, was clear.
jake, on the other hand, was reaching elysian heights. faint grunts of, âfuck,â escaped his pink lips, large hands at his sides reflexively tensing into tightly clenched fists in need of something to grab, hips just barely stuttering. your mouth was hot and wet, with the added benefit of your torturous tongue pressed against his size.
there was a pinch of desperacy in your actions that overcame the resistance; a desperacy not necessarily to please him, but to appease him. accidents were the last thing you could afford and eliciting his frustration was the last thing you wanted.
âlick,â jake said, chest undulating. âup and down.â
with a hum, you started drawing long, wet lines back and forth on his veiny shaft, almost as if you were tracing the bold veins with your tongue. jakeâs reaction was instantaneous, deep groans the only thing you could hear other than the wet sound of your mouth on his cock, sucking and licking.Â
jakeâs eyes fluttered closed. âfuck. yeah, like that.â
you pressed your tongue against the underside of his dick, lingering in each spot for a moment before you continued, mostly because he seemed to like it when you did. which was your north star in an empty, dead night, because you had not a clue what the hell you were doing and you were afraid of making it obvious somehow.
if jake could tell, he didnât make it known. he was in a world of his own, all too happily reaping the pleasure from your mouth as if it was a dream come true for him. âkiss my balls. lick it.â
you stifled the sigh you were half tempted to let loose, pulling off his cock with a wet sound and a string of saliva connecting from the sticky tip to your glossy lips. moving your head, you took a moment to steel yourself before peppering tiny, soft kisses along his balls, down to his scrotum.
it wasnât the most dignifying thing you had ever done, it may have even been the least, but your aching, sore jaw appreciated the break from sucking. you dragged your tongue over his testicles, tasting nothing but rubbery flesh. you were too busy avoiding his eyes to notice, but his face was tensing with pleasure, lips parting in low murmurs.
compared to when you first started, jake was drastically harder now, massive, monstrous cock nearly bursting at the veins with precum leaking out from the thick tip. had your goal been to take all of him entirely, the sheer size of him would have immediately overwhelmed you.
âswitch to your hand and go back to sucking me off,â jake said, firm yet quiet. it sounded like he was trying to restrain himself, barely holding it together.
at least you were a fast learner. teasing the head of his cock, you gave it a few slow, tentative licks before you began to take him into your mouth again, all the while gently fondling his balls with your fingers. jake groaned, arching into your touch. he couldnât help himself.
you could taste the vicious amount of precum staining your tongue and you didnât know how to describe it, other than slightly tart. the flavor blended with that of your own saliva, lingering on the roof of your mouth and the warm flesh underneath the flap of your tongue, mild as could be.
at least it wasnât downright awful. you had heard stories before, not that youâd ever known what to make of them, or even pictured yourself being inside of them. if a month ago, someone had told you that youâd be on your knees for a man - for anyone - you would have said they were delusional.
jakeâs patience had worn thin and when you least expected it, he hauled you into the air, making you cry out in surprise just as you had the first time heâd lifted you into his buff, meaty arms. he tossed you onto the bed, just shy of the headboard, and suddenly straddled your chest. you gasped out a breath.
âopen up,â jake said, cock positioned right in front of your mouth.
not that he gave you the time to obey him, because he pressed himself against your slightly parted lips and forced them wider, entering your mouth on his own. your face strained, perfectly threaded brows tugging down into a discontented arch.
when you tried to pull away, jake grabbed the sides of your face and pushed you onto his shaft with trembling hands, making you take him and leaving no room for escape, not until he decided he was done with you. there was only one concern present in his mind and that was getting himself off.
tears stung your eyes, that same implacable feeling you had when heâd dragged his tongue over the expanse of your soft, shaved legs and bare, sweaty chest finding you again in the most of unwanted company. jake scoffed, spitefully tugging at your hair. âyou know whatâs funny? youâre such a fucking crybaby. you canât take even half of what you give to others.â
chin flush against his scrotum and your nose not even an inch away from his bush, you almost gagged. the slurping sounds were humiliating, loud, wet squelching with every other big gulp making you want to shrink. however, jake loved it, obsessing over the idea of making a mess out of you. the sound went straight to his dick.
jake held your face in that low position, deeper than youâd ever taken him so far. âiâm really not that bad of a guy, you know,â jake said, sounding like he truly believed it. you could have scoffed, if not for obvious reasons. âyou just bring it out of me. iâm really just treating you like how you treat everybody else.â
he made you sound like something straight out of hell and you couldnât help but think it was an unfair justification for something that felt too close to punishment. he obviously thought he knew you better than he did and it made you aggravated. that, or he somehow thought he was better than you.
there was a fleeting second of relief when jake unmounted your chest and let you breathe, only to be crushed again when he dragged you by your wrists to the edge of your mattress, leaving you in the deep end. your eyes struggled to grasp with the flipped image of him nearing you, cock back down your throat before you could even blink.
though his hips thankfully had been moving at a calmer, steady pace before, despite forcing himself deeper than you could handle, he began to thrust more urgently into your mouth with the new change, embedding himself even further into your throat than you knew was possible.Â
you cried harder, hating every second of it. the salty, bitter tang of your tears mingled with the tainted taste of spit and sharp bite of precum that had come to stain your chin and cupidâs bow. the vigor of his movements was overwhelming, overpowering.
âthatâs it, cheerleader. cry harder,â jake taunted, tracing his thumb over your face to swipe at the trail of tears. all the while his hips were moving faster, harder.
it felt like such a mockery, him doing that. a feigned act of sympathy while perpetuating the torment that was reducing you to tears as a selfish means of achieving pleasure of his own.Â
then, his hands wandered down to your breasts, slipping inside your night shirt and mauling your chest. running his hands in a circle, his thumb brushed the erect, colored nipples and he clasped his hands around your chest, squeezing your breasts. âfuck, iâm close,â he grunted, grip tightening, pace hastening, force increasing.Â
with how close he was, your nose was squarely against his the flesh of his balls, effectively cutting off your exhale. your heart thudded, racing and pounding. tensing with panic, your hands frantically moved, striking at his navel and thighs. even your legs were in alarm, unstill towards the other end of the bed.Â
jake groaned, smacking your cheek. another slap followed the sizzle, straight against your chest. âcalm the fuck down,â he hissed, raising his arm in preparation to hit you again. âiâll let you breathe as soon as i come, so you better not get in the way, if you know whatâs good for you.â
even if you wanted to, you couldnât stay calm. your body physically couldnât handle it, responding the only way it knew how, trying to protect you. somebody had to. you closed your eyes, face warm with tears and panic, and you tried to brace your hands on the sheets, anything to comfort and stabilize yourself.
it got to a point where jake couldnât hold back anymore and he climaxed with a prolonged, guttural groan, hips still brutally smacking into your mouth as he painted your tongue and the back of your throat with his cum. he went as far as to grab your head again, forcing himself onto you as deep as he could go, and demanding, âswallow it.â
like hell you would. you pushed him away, coughing and choking as soon as you did, drops of cum pooling from your mouth and some of it flying here and there in the midst of your coughing fit.
irritated, jake pressed his tongue against the roof his mouth. âyouâre so fucking useless,â he groaned, grabbing his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and quickly turning on the camera. âlook at you. sitting here choking on my cum. you want it again, donât you?â
you sat up, nearly tumbling over the edge of your bed from the intense convulsing, and turned to face the other way as you hunched over, tightly clasping your sheets. âfuck off, you got what you wanted!â you rasped.
jake laughed. you sounded so gravelly. âyouâre right. i did,â he replied, putting back on his pants and pocketing his phone. âso, tutoring. iâll see you tomorrow. nighty night, cheerleader.â
he gave you a pat on the head and turned, heading straight for the door.
âž hard feelings
something about today was different than usual.Â
when you woke up, you had felt a shift in the air, but youâd chalked it up to being nervous about the final you had in three hours.
but when you finally went to go take it, however, you quickly realized that the unsettling feeling you had was not simply pre-exam jitters. it was something much more sinister than that. with the status you held on campus, you were used to being watched and gawked at, but this was different.
it felt like everybody and their mother was looking at you.
you were confused. you had been the subject of this much attention before, but only once; it was a couple years back when someone had spread a dirty, foul rumor about you. there was a social media page for your school called top ten, mostly used to shame women for their sexual exploits, but some men made their way on it too. that was how you heard about sunghoonâs clap rumor.
long story short, a rumor about you had originated there and it had taken you weeks to clear your name. but by that time, there was already another slut of the week. you were lucky to have your situation not only be false and debunked, but word of mouth. only the most unlucky of people, like hyeri, got images or videos of themselves posted.
and you were a community favorite. you would understand if you were new, but you had built a reputation around here. why would anybody believe floating rumors about you now?
but the abundance of stares didnât end there. even in the cafe, you had caught someone watching you a little too hard to be a casual leer of admiration. and you were determined to find out why.
fortunately, you were able to find jennie and roseanne walking and talking in the courtyard, and you called out their names to stop them.
jennie turned first, and you watched her smile drop in real time. she glanced around, frantic, as if she was worried about someone watching her too.
roseanne smiled thinly, halfheartedly lifting her hand to wave. âhey,â she greeted quietly, matching jennieâs nerves.
they knew something you didnât and it was glaringly obvious. âwhatâs going on?â you asked. âeveryoneâs looking at me and i know iâm not going crazy yet.â
jennie and roseanne glanced between each other, as if they both had bad news but neither of them wanted to be the one to tell you. after a few seconds, jennie groaned and said, âyou might want to check top ten.â
your brows furrowed. you, on top ten? again? god, people could be so infuriating. âugh, what rumor did they spread about me this time?â
jennie winced, which only made you more anxious. âitâs not just a rumor,â she whispered. ââŠitâs a video.â
âvideo?â you echoed in disbelief. that didnât make sense. you hadnât been with anyone except⊠except jake. you tensed with anger.
roseanne opened her phone to show you the video that had been posted. it was an anonymous submission that claimed to be a recording of you. unfortunately, it was you, bits of your chest exposed from jake reaching into your shirt and drops of cum landing there as you fought for breath. your face wasnât visible, but there were some other distinguishing signs, like your hair and skin and sheets.
your heart thudded and your shoulders went cold, but your eyes were scalding. you were well aware that jake didnât like you, you didnât exactly love him either, but you never thought he would stoop low enough to hurt you like this.
âiâm sorry,â roseanne apologized, dropping her phone in her purse when you were done. the video was only a few seconds long, but the damage was forever. âbut donât worry. itâs not like itâs top three worthy. everyone will move on next week.â
jennie nodded in agreement and briefly patted your back. âyeah. weâll hang out again when this all blows over, i promise.â
then, they walked away. leaving you reeling with ache and betrayal. your friends didnât want to be seen with you anymore. you were an embarrassment.
you swallowed the bitter feeling scorching up your throat and tapped your pockets for your phone, knowing there was one person you needed to see.Â
you: you and i need to talk. right now.
jake: about what?
you: donât play dumb, i know you sent that video in!
jake: maybe u should have swallowed
you: you know what, i donât need you. i never have. and i donât want your help anymore. just leave me alone
jake: [one attachment]
jake: you sure about that? because iâm sure thereâs plenty of people that would love to see the version with your face in it
you gawked, hiding your phone screen against your chest while glancing around to make sure no one could see.
adjusting your brightness, you unlocked your phone again and texted him back hurriedly.
you: why are you doing this?! iâve never done anything to you
jake: this is bigger than just you and me
jake: now if you donât want everyone to see that pretty face, come put those lips around me again and we can work something out
and that was how it started. though you hadnât had the upper hand in weeks, this was the moment you completely lost it. what was once an arrangement for him to help you in exchange for your attention became a hole of misery that you couldnât dig yourself out of.
one blowjob became two, and two became three until you started to immediately recognize what it meant when you saw his name appear on your screen, knowing what it was before he even asked. not that he ever technically asked. it was always a command, a claim to your body wherever and whenever he wanted.
if you tried to be strong, if you tried to break free of him, he always threatened to make sure that recordings of you on your knees for him went up for all the world to see and no one would ever think of you the same way again. he was more than willing to taint the pretty, perfect image of yourself that you presented to the world.
you felt stuck, trapped. isolated with nowhere to go, no way out. you tried to conjure up a way to escape this situation, but you couldnât think of anything feasible. if you wanted to protect what was left of your social life and dignity, if you wanted to go outside without being ashamed, your only option was to be compliant.
no matter how many late nights and sore throats you had to go through.
you were in the middle of dozing off, your head leaning off to the side, when the sound of your phone ringing suddenly jolted you awake. you were tempted to ignore it until you saw the contact and begrudgingly pressed the phone to your ear. âhello?â you grumbled.
âiâve been texting you,â jake said, sounding miffed.
you sighed, glancing over at the clock on your nightstand. âitâs literally two in the morning,â you complained. âi just got home from cheer practice and iâm trying to study for my last final. i havenât even showered yet.â
âaw, poor thing,â jake crooned, pretending to care. âcome over.â
you heartless, selfish bastard, you snapped in your head. of course, you were in no place to say that out loud, so you settled for a calm, âokay,â and hung up.
stifling a yawn, you grabbed your keys and lazily stepped into a nearby pair of shoes, stretching your arms above your head before willing yourself to get up from your desk chair. then, you accidentally scraped your leg against the bottom drawer of your desk, which youâd accidentally left open.Â
âow!â you cried out, bending down a little. âgod, why does this world hate me? what did i do wrong?â
it was a wonder you managed to make it to jakeâs apartment without getting into a wreck, although at this point, you wouldnât care if you had as long as it killed you. or put you into an indefinite coma.
on the other hand, jake seemed strangely enthusiastic to see you and looked full of life and energy. âthere you are, cheerleader,â he said, pulling you in to hug you from behind. he led you over to his couch, much like he always did.Â
you covered your mouth with your elbow as you yawned. âcan we get this over with? iâm sleepy.â
jake chuckled. âi donât want you to suck me off. not right now.â
your brows furrowed, wondering if you had heard him right. if not for that, then why were the hell were you here?
âiâm sad,â jake said, not even attempting to keep the smug smile off his face. âi need you to cheer me up.â
you blinked at him like he was stupid. âcheer⊠you up?â
jake nodded his head, glancing you over with a grin. you looked like hell. partly because you were so obviously exhausted, but he knew heâd been having an effect on you too. âyeah, cheer me up. youâre a cheerleader,â he reminded, sounding proud of himself. âi want you to do your routine for me.â
you gawked in disbelief and whined, âiâm not even in my uniform.â
âso?â jake asked. âthose bones might be tired, but they still work. matter of fact, take everything off.â
you were quick to exclaim, âwhat the hell? jake, can i please just do it later? everything hurts.â
âtake everything off,â jake repeated, his voice more stern this time. âand move your ass.â
defeated, you reluctantly began to peel off your clothes, ignoring the way jake shamelessly ogled you for the sake of your own comfort and tugging your shirt from above your head. you couldnât even look at him as you abashedly stepped out of your shorts and panties.
what was even more mortifying was having to perform every stupid little routine for him with your entire body on display and your chest bouncing with every motion. putting on the sweet, forced smile and calling out the chants youâd memorized, all the while ignoring how your bones ached.
when you were done, he made you sit in his lap so he could touch you as he pleased, paying no mind to the way you squirmed uncomfortably.
you cried enough tears to occupy a sixth ocean the next day. you werenât exactly sure why. you just remembered miraculously waking up in your bed, sitting up and staring into empty space, and the water crashing down after a few minutes. it took you even longer to notice you were sobbing.
after a couple of meaningless hours, you got the random urge to call your moan, yearning to hear her voice. âmommy?â you said when she picked up.
âshe calls,â your mother chirped, pleasantly surprised. âhi, baby. i was starting to wonder if youâd forgotten about little oleâ me. you know, you never come see me anymore.â
you forced yourself to laugh, trying to strip your voice of the agony so that she wouldnât notice. âi know. iâm sorry,â you apologized quietly. âiâll come see you soon.â
âyou better,â your mother snapped playfully, no real malice in her voice. ânow, whatâd you call me for? and donât say just to check up on me, because thatâs a damn lie.â
âi miss you,â you confessed.Â
âa lie donât care who tell it.â
âma,â you groaned, knowing she was just messing around. âi swear i do.â
âmm-hm,â your mother hummed. you could already picture her in your head, eyeing you with suspicion, arms folded over her chest. âlet me guess why you really called. youâre having boy trouble.â
your eyes flickered in surprise. how did she know? you doubted it was exactly what she was thinking, but she was close enough. âyeah, something like that.â
there was no doubt that your mother sounded excited. you had always seem thoroughly uninterested in boys and dating, and while she was thankful when you were a teenager, it was a little worrying now. âitâs about time,â she said, clasping her hands together. âtell me all about it.â
you sighed, wondering how you could tell her about jake without making her fret. she had gotten all pumped, you didnât want to tear her down and ruin everything. âwell, thereâs this guy i met almost two months ago. at first, i didnât feel anything for him. he was just another boy, you know. someone i could keep around for a good time, not a long one.â
your mother hummed again. you could hear metal pans clacking against her counter and assumed she was cooking. she always did that.Â
taking a deep breath, you continued, âbut everything changed. heâs different from every other guy iâve dealt with. he doesnât just do what i say because i say so. and as the weeks passed, heâs started listening to me less and less than he already was.â
your mother chuckled. âand you didnât like that, huh? got your motherâs stubborn heart and indomitable spirit.â
in truth, you didnât think you had half of your motherâs strength, but you would never tell her that. as far as she knew, everything was going perfectly in the life youâd created here on campus. and it probably was the last time youâd spoken to her. âyeah,â you replied, wishing that were true. âi donât like it. he makes me feel something iâve never felt before.â
âhe makes you feel powerless,â your mother told you. âheâs got you feeling weak because heâs the first man youâve ever met willing to stand up to you. trust me, i was surprised the first time too. thatâs how you got here.â
âma,â you groaned with a wince.
she laughed. the sound made you happy, something you hadnât been so certain you were capable of feeling anymore. âiâm just keeping it real.â
you thought about her words. she may have been way off in her perception of what this relationship between you and jake really was, but she wasnât wrong about how he made you feel. weak, powerless. suddenly, this consuming feeling youâd been having for weeks finally had a name, and yet that made it even harder to come to terms with.
because you didnât want to be powerless. you wanted to be in charge, in control. you hated when things didnât go your way, and more importantly, you hated when there was nothing you could do about it. it was supposed to be you wielding power over peopleâs head, not being crushed beneath the weight of tyranny.
and it was then you fully realized the scope of your feelings; you absolutely hated jake sim.
 ➠cheerleader? breed her!Â
standing there in a skimpy dress, face done and your feet clamped in heels that made you four inches taller, you didnât feel like yourself.
you thought that you would. in truth, you hadnât feel like yourself in months. today marked a little over two months since you made the mistake of beginning that agreement with jake and you regretted it more than anything. he had completely ruined you, your life, and everything that made you feel whole.
there were pieces of yourself that you would never get back, thanks to him. it was true that everyone had forgotten about the ordeal regarding the recording of you, but not without cost. it was a price you were still paying everyday; even when you werenât on your knees or otherwise commiting demeaning acts for the sake of jakeâs entertainment, you were hurting and mourning yourself.
you were starting to wonder if it was worth it. obviously, you liked being respected amongst your fellow students, but you were no longer certain if their respect was worth the price of your sanity. it was hard for you to even have basic interactions without giving away how incredibly lonely and isolated you felt, how trapped and doomed you were. helpless and powerless.
jake came up behind you, startling you. he was like a wolf and you were a little lamb masquerading as a wolf. âthere you are, baby,â he said, snaking his hands around your waist. he seemed to love doing that. âdid you know our anniversary was a few days ago?â
you scoffed. the two-month anniversary of the worst decision of your life to date. there was nothing you wouldâve give to undo it. doing your homework yourself would have spared you so much unnecessary pain. âstop doing that,â you whined, scanning the party. âsomeone will see.â
jake chuckled, clearly not giving a damn. âunlike someone, i donât really care what people think about me.â
you wished you didnât care. there would always be a part of you that cared, that was so afraid of what people could say about her that she would do anything to tailor her image perfectly. matter of fact, it was all you had cared about in high school, and every year after that was spent maintaining the brand.
jakeâs hand went from your waist to your ass, making you tense in his grasp. âyou know, i think i deserve some kind of compensation for putting up with you for two months.â
you deserved that too. freedom. being unshackled from his cruel, unrelenting orders was the one thing you wanted most and the one thing he refused to give you. âdonât you have your compensation almost every day?â you asked irritably.
âthatâs not nearly enough,â jake insisted, squeezing your ass.
god, how greedy could someone be? it was like he wanted to bleed you dry until there was nothing left.
âyou know what i want?â jake asked huskily, leaning into your ear. âi wanna fuck you.â
your eyes widened a little. you had hoped this day would never come, even though you werenât oblivious to the fact that jake had steadily gotten bolder in his interactions with you, the things he made you do for his satisfaction becoming entirely more erotic.Â
grabbing your arm, jake started to lead you away. âcome on, letâs go.â
you rooted in place, nearly stumbling. you didnât want to go anywhere with him, especially if it meant putting up with his insatiable urges. âjake, i donât want to,â you said, trying to push at him.
jake scoffed, wondering when you would realize that he didnât care what you wanted and you had no way of winning. âif you want to make a scene in front of all these lovely people, be my guest,â he hissed in your ear.
panicked, you glanced around the crowd in search of someone that could save you. it was like everybody was looking at you until you actually needed them to.Â
then, you locked eyes with jungwon. matter of fact, it seemed like heâd been looking at you much before youâd even glanced in his general direction. he saw you, saw the way jake was holding you roughly, saw the obvious stiffness on your face, saw the pleading look in your eyes; but ultimately, jungwon saw the image of you letting him down after bleeding him dry for half a year, and he turned away.
your shoulders slumped in defeat.
jake started dragging you toward the stairs, pushing past a bunch of drunk people dancing on each other. your heart was thumping, and your whole body was rigid with nerves as you tried to think of a way out of this even though you knew there was no option without consequences.
just your luck, the bathroom jake hauled you too was empty. he pushed you in and locked the door, pressing you against the counter. you gasped and glanced at your reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing yourself. âjake, please,â you whispered, trying to plead with him. âplease, donât do this.â
jake didnât seem moved by your begging, but he did, however, appear amused. âwhy are you acting so sensitive about this after all weâve done together? itâs like youâve never gotten fucked or something.â
you swallowed, not saying a word.Â
the silence was very loud, very telling. jake arched a brow, a realization dawning on him. âyou really have never been fucked,â he said, surprised. âdamn, i should have figured that out when you were acting like you never sucked dick before.â
your face flushed with heat. it wasnât like you were necessarily embarrassed about it, not until now. you had always taken it as something to pride yourself on, being fuckable but untouchable. âyou say that like itâs a bad thing,â you replied, glancing down at the sink to avoid eye contact.
jake chuckled. it wasnât necessarily a bad thing, but he had been convinced that you were completely pretending to be a goody two-shoes. to know there was at least one percent of you that was still pure amazed him. he lifted the skirt of your dress with his hand and brought it between your legs, asking, âwhat, you just never find anyone worthy enough for your perfect, sacred pussy?â
you gasped out when he touched you there. his fingers circled your clothed cunt, thumb digging into your inner thigh. feeling scandalized, you grumbled, âmaybe iâm just not interested.â
jake shook his head, astonished by the amount of attitude you still had after all these months and determined to break it out of you. âand maybe i just donât care if youâre interested or not.â
it went without saying that jake always made you feel like some kind of object, but this was next level. âthis is dehumanizing!â you exclaimed.Â
hearing you, of all people, talk about dehumanizing made for an interesting conversation. big, calloused hand pressing harder into you, he asked tauntingly, âdoesnât feel good, does it?â
your glossy, painted lips were parted, unable to breathe through your nose. your eyes burned with the threat of tears and it was becoming second nature for them to shed whenever jake was nearby. âi donât understand,â you whimpered, trying to free yourself, but to no avail. âwhy are you doing this to me? what have i ever done to deserve this?â
jake could feel you struggling, trying to push him off you, but all it did was move your hips against his rapidly hardening cock. he groaned, grabbing hold of your ass and pushing you further back against him. âfuck, just like that,â he growled. âhavenât i told you this already? this is bigger than you and me.â
it wasnât lost on you that jake obviously had heard stories about you from other people, stories of happenings you probably couldnât deny, but it had nothing to do with him. âlook, if youâre doing all this to get back at me because i hurt one of your friends or something, iâm sorry, i really am. but i canât do this anymore, jake. i want to stop, please. please let me go on with my life.â
âwhat a privileged response,â jake hissed without concealing his vitriol. at the same time, he kept palming you over your panties, noticing them beginning to cling to your cunt, and tore your underwear to the side to insert a pair of fingers inside. âwhat about all those girls whose lives you ruined? iâm sure they wanted you to stop. and you didnât until they were too humiliated to show their faces around here again and you had no choice.â
you swallowed the lump in your throat. he knew about the girls? âjake, i havenât done that since freshman year,â you told him, desperately trying to reason with him.
two loud, harsh smacks echoed in the tiny, crowded space of the bathroom, followed by a gasp consequently. your pussy stung, your head jerking around to look at jake. âdo you really think that matters?â he asked, grabbing your hair to turn you back around just as quickly, as if you didnât deserve to look at him. âyou think that matters when the pain youâve done to them is permanent? they donât forget. and they damn sure donât forgive you.â
you tensed, hating the way your walls were gripping and gushing around his fingers. âso what? you think youâre god or something? is this you punishing me for my sins? youâre not exactly what i would call a saint, either.â
âme and you, weâre not the same,â jake remarked, a nip to his tone as if you needed the reminder of how much he disliked you. âyou only pick on people that you think are below you somehow. people you think wonât fight back.â
âi know iâm not a good person,â you admitted in between gasps, thighs straining as his fingers pumped into your pussy harder, faster, reaching places youâd never touched on your own. â i know i donât deserve to be happy. maybe i donât even deserve to be treated with respect, but please leave me this one thing. spare me just this once.â
jake laughed cruelly, pulling his fingers out of your drenched hole and smearing your juices all over your folds and thighs. his finger unintentionally swiped over your sensitive clit, making your legs quiver and your stomach tighten, sucking in itself.
âdamn, baby. you really know how to hurt my feelings,â jake said, voice dripping with sarcasm. he withdrew his fingers, bringing them into his mouth for a taste. âyou donât want me to fuck you that bad?â
your heart was spiking with dread, thumping belligerently in your chest, your ears, and between your legs. no one had ever made you feel so vanquished.
âtake my dick out,â jake said, his tone leaving no room for argument. âhurry up.â
you sighed anguishedly, turning around to undo his pants and slip his aching dick out of its confinements. for months, jake had been suppressing the urge to fuck you, wanting to wait for the moment where it would be most pivotal.
getting a hold of your throat, jake roughly yanked you flush against him the second you whirled back around to face the tiny bathroom counter, making you stand tall against his chest. his voice was almost as rough as the hands that held you. âput it in.â
you gawked, shaking your head.
his fingers tightened dangerously around your windpipe, making your damp eyes widen and your jaw slack against his whitening knuckles, maybe half a wheeze making its way out your throat before he warned, âif i have to fucking tell you again, iâm gonna crush every bone in your goddamn neck.â
with no other option, you meekly reached behind you to grasp him in your quivering hand, aimlessly steering him to your hole and sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as the tip brushed past your dripping folds. jake released a shaky breath, slapping your hand away and rutting his hips into you from behind, sheathing himself inside in one go.
he slackened his unforgiving grip on your throat, shoving you back against the counter none too gently, but you still felt like you couldnât breathe when he entered you, a mangled whimper echoing out. your fingers desperately braced the edges of the counter for purchase as you tried to will yourself to inhale, but it was like you were choking.
jake had a death grip on your thighs, forcibly pushing them apart a little more as he coated himself with the creamy, hot wetness of your unwanted arousal. âmm, hard to believe you donât secretly want me when youâre sucking me in like this, baby,â he said, proud.
you shook your head in denial, face flushing with a heat that spread to your ears and neck. it didnât help that there were beads of salty, hot tears pouring down your face and reducing your vision to one big, hazy blur. you didnât want him, not even a little bit. but you couldnât control the way your body was responding.
the lewd, wet smack of his cock thrusting deeply into your tight cunt rang out so loudly that you wanted nothing more than to hide into oblivion and never be seen again, mortified. it made things seem so much different than they were. his long, thick cock was stretching you beyond the cusp your limits and making you gape.
âiâm so nice to you,â jake said, tipping his head back. you could see his chest rising and falling through his clothes, his body taut with pleasure and excitement. âiâve been holding back for so long, trying not to fuck you. wonât keep me out this pussy now. iâm gonna fuck you till your legs give out. have you at practice limping.â
your knees, wobbly as they already were, began knocking into the cabinets at the bottom of the sink. you winced your eyes closed as your fingers curled around the edge of the counter roughly enough to change the color around your knuckles, hoping to think of something, anything, to take you out of the moment.
but it was too hard. you couldnât ignore the throb of your gushing walls as they kneaded his cock, making him grunt in your ear as he leaned over your backside. you couldnât ignore the faint sting of his nails stabbing your hips and his heavy palm slapping repeatedly against your ass. and you definitely couldnât ignore the dirtiness staining you from head to toe.
sure, it felt good, his body rocking against yours steadily, but it didnât feel right. many nights you had pictured what losing your virginity would be like, both the way that it was supposed to look and the way that you were more inclined to, but this was neither; it was heartless, it was punishing, and it was brutal.
jake grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look into the mirror, yanking your head up. âthere it is,â he spat, words sounding painfully familiar. âthereâs the real you.â
your hair was messy from him tugging it every which way, treating you like a doll to mishandle. your makeup was ruined from your sobbing, the path of your tears harsh against everything else. your eyes were red and your right lash looked like it was barely holding on, the effect of rubbing at your face.
jake watched you take in the destroyed sight of yourself, practically hearing the critical thoughts hopping in your mind. âthis is what you really are. this is what youâre sucking my dick to keep hidden from the world. is it worth it, baby? or do you just like the way i taste on your tongue?â
no, it wasnât worth it. you were beginning to understand that now. he was taking too much from you, too much of your peace and too much of your sanity. maybe it would be better to be judged and lonely but free than to be loved by people whose opinion of you could change on a dime anyway at the expense of your soul.Â
your pride had been buried a long time ago, brutally murdered in her sleep. âjake, please stop. iâm uncomfortable,â you complained, tearing your eyes away from your reflection in shame.
jake smacked your ass again, making you cry out sharply. âyou just love being the victim when itâs convenient for you, huh?â
âiâm sorry!â you whimpered. âi donât know what you want me to do. what do you want? just tell me.â
jake snickered, running his hands over your hips and waist to knead the flesh. then, he brushed your hair out of your face, nibbling at the skin behind your ear before growling, âyou know what i want, cheerleader? i want to assassinate all there is that you love about yourself and leave everything else untouched, so that you understand not why everybody hates you, but why nobody loves you.â
those words hit you straight in the gut. for the first time, you had no retort, no comeback.Â
hips beginning to move faster, jake continued, âthe boys donât love you, they just want to fuck you. they would kill to be as deep inside you as i am. the girls sure as hell donât love you. they either want to be you, or they resent you for beating their asses. and donât get me started on those girls you call friends.â
âjake, stop,â you whispered, an agony vicious enough to rip through flesh tearing you straight in half.Â
but jake didnât listen. he wasnât done, not until he made his point. âdonât think i didnât notice how lonely you were for the whole week everybody was talking shit about you. they didnât want to touch you with a six foot pole, did they? they donât want to be seen with you unless it gives them a good rep.â
there was a pang in your chest. you didnât want to admit it, but that cut deep. you had heard people say mean things about you before, it was to expected when you were an emblem of popularity on campus, but few things had reached you where it hurt.
jake stroked your messy cheek, almost with affection. âbut itâs okay. because you want to know something, baby? it was hard for me to admit it to myself, but you truly fascinate me. i canât get you out of my head sometimes. you piss me off every time without fail, but i keep coming back to you. i like you, baby. if no one else does. you grew on me.â
you werenât sure if that was supposed to make you feel better, but it didnât. if anything, you only felt more heartbroken and wounded not only by his words, but by your inability to counter them. it truly dawned on you, right then, just how alone you were.
jake threw his head back, grunting. his hips were moving with a mind of their own, eager to finish. âfuck, iâm gonna come.â
your eyes went wide in panic, remembering that he had gone in bareback.Â
âjake, donâtâŠâ
before you could even finish your statement, jake clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your protests into his pale palm. âyou know what guys at my school used to say about cheerleaders?â he asked, obviously not expecting a response. ââsee a cheerleader, breed a cheerleader.â âcheerleader? breed her.ââ
you thrashed, but it was pointless. those thick, burly biceps of jakeâs were one of the first things you noticed about him and they werenât just for display. he held you in place as he quickened his pace again, his thrusts unrelenting.
with a couple more quick yet shockingly rhythmic thrusts, jake emptied his load deep, deep inside you. he moaned, moving his hands from your mouth to your hips to keep himself steady as he reeled from the pleasure of a mind-numbing orgasm. âgoddamn,â he cursed, panting for breath.
you stifled a small noise as you felt his warmth flooding into you, unsure how to feel at this point.Â
to your surprise, jake started fucking you again, never once daring to pull out as if he was determined to fuck every drop of his sticky cum as deep inside you as it could reach. his stringy, thick load gathered on his dick and inside your pussy, leaking down your thighs as he kept going.
you gasped out, moans involuntarily leaving you as you were stuffed full of him over and over. you didnât mean to, but it was impossible to control.
then, jake stuck a hand between your legs and rolled his thumb over your clit, which didnât help. you cried out, tensing. âjake, stop! itâs sensitive.â
âthatâs the point, dummy,â jake replied, stimulating your clit with his hand while simultaneously pumping himself into you from behind.
your core tightened, heat wafting over you as your chest heaved wildly. âwhat are you doing?â you stammered.Â
jake smiled, watching in the mirror how your face tensed with a blend of confusion and ecstasy that you couldnât rein. âyou really think iâm an asshole, huh? iâm trying to make you come. relax and let me.â
you shook your head. you didnât want to come, not for him, and most definitely not on his cock for him to feel every unintentional shudder of your pussy as it gushed and pulsed with hot, sweet release; that would be embarrassing.
that made jake chuckle. âno? you donât wanna come for me, baby?â he asked, furrowing his brows playfully as he tilted your face back up to the mirror with a push of your jaw. âcome on, let go. you keep saying iâm not a good guy, but you shoot me down when i try to be nice.â
you moaned again, against your own reason and better judgment. âplease,â you rasped with half a breath.
âplease, what?â jake asked, rubbing you with just a pinch more force. âdo you even know?â
god, you hated him; you absolutely despised him. but damn, if it didnât feel good to have someone touch you after youâd spent so long avoiding sex like it was something to be ashamed of.
and this? this was definitely something you were ashamed of.
and yet the most shameful moment, perhaps, was when you finally couldnât resist the pleasure of his big, long fingers twirling around your sensitive nub and his brutal hips smacking into you with a vengeance, clamping around him as you orgasmed with a loud cry and the heat shot through every corner of your body.
âshit,â jake hissed, the feel of you finishing around him draining the cum from his balls for a second time.
your jaw slacked, overwhelmed by how you felt completely and utterly stuffed, ropes of his cum filling you to the hilt. jake thrusted into you a little more, sending a flare through your back and shoulders, until he stilled for good. you could hear him panting behind you.
after a moment or two, jake pulled out. hand between your thighs, he gathered some of his stringy release on his finger and brought it up to your lips. âopen up. donât make me say it again.â
you opened your mouth wide enough for him to insert two of his cum-coated fingers inside. then, you sucked at them and swallowed it down, knowing those would be the next words to leave his mouth.Â
jake raised a brow, pleasantly surprised. he took his time to withdraw his fingers, enjoying the sensation of you licking them clean. âsee, i knew you loved eating my cum.â
your face burned, but you didnât have the energy to deny it. not after that. it felt like there was a gaping hole in your chest, a void that would never be filled.Â
âyouâre learning,â jake commented, humming in satisfaction. âgood girl. you know, maybe one day we can get along. donât you think?â
âyeah,â you murmured weakly. at this point, you would just go along with whatever he said. and maybe that was why he figured you could experience some peace together now.
keeping your dress bunched up, jake grabbed some tissues from his left and started to wipe at you. âletâs get you cleaned up before we leave, cheerleader. donât want the entire student body to see you like this, right?â
you whipped your head around, eyes widening in surprise. leaving to go where? certainly you werenât going home with him after tonight.Â
âdid you think i was kidding?â jake asked with a sly smile, slipping your panties backing in place and giving your shoulder a fleeting kiss. âi told you, iâm gonna fuck you till your legs give out.â
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i wanna cry huuaaaaa i wrote for heeseung series that i mentioned before and tumblr just decide to not save half of it đđđ
just left me aloneeeeeee
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random thought..
but i need jake sim to fucking choke me right now
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Terrarium Life collection~
I painted these way back during the pandemic (hence the hoard of toilet paper and Switch that I wish I had, but they were all sold out) No pandemic now but the chimney smoke from all the neighbors have made the air unbreathable and I'm stuck inside again đ cuddling my dog, drinking tea


tending to my fish tank and my plants


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HEESEUNG No Doubt, 241116
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