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neohazed · 13 days ago

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my ao3 fic closet to 10k hits too🤯

young, dumb, and full of.. (l. hs, p. sh, s. jy, p. js)

pairing. female reader x heeseung x sunghoon x jake x jay

genre. what in the hentai is this? AU, I don’t know either, multiple partners, M/F, she works hard for the money, pwop

warnings. cnc(do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), explicit smut.. pure filth, profanity, 🎥 and we’re rolling- in public, y/n is a famous pcorn star, hyung line are all pretty terrible, nct side characters, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 8000+

a/n. thank you for 10,000+ followers🩷

smut warnings. it’s porn- literally, it’s supposed to be unrealistic, dom hyung line, chikan(hyung line taking advantage of a sweet little angel on a train, that’s basically it), use of ‘little one/princess/slut/whore/baby’ etc, degradation, groping, fondling, forced handjob, fingering, breast play/torture, mind break, manhandling, spitting, oral, double penetration, anal(going in dry), choking, hair pulling, crying, rough sex, unprotected sex, cum shots galore. enjoy.

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“Pigtails?”

Scrunching your face up, you yawn as you get a look at the minimal makeup on your skin. A little brush of mascara, lipgloss that could appear to be merely chapstick, and a light wash of tint to awaken your tired appearance at this hour.

“Don’t I look a bit..”

“Young?” The stylist behind you cackles, nodding to the call sheet on her vanity. “Did you not read about today’s concept?”

“You know I never bother with looking over those anymore, just do what the boss tells me to do.”

Speaking of- Jaemin shows up right on time with coffee in hand to wake you up for today’s shoot.

“Drink up, you’re going to need it.” He warns mischievously.

“Oh great, is it that time of the month already?” Aggressively stirring your iced cold brew to melt together, you reach for the call sheet. “Another gangbang?”

“You know it.” He hums, waving over your appearance. “Anyway can add some fake braces? She’s supposed to be really innocent and virginal.”

“I could but they may not last through deep throating.” The stylist quips, adding ribbons to your pigtails.

“Who’s working with me today?”

“New guys.” Jaemin leans against the vanity, nodding toward the entrance. “They should be arriving soon, Johnny hand-picked them himself.”

“New guys for a group scene?” You frown.

“They’re no amateurs, and they’ve been killing it with the streams.” He lets you know, diverting his attention to the door opening. “Here they come.”

Four new guys, great. These group shoots can be hard enough with your experienced costars, why the fuck would Johnny choose amateurs for this.

“Guys, over here!” Jaemin shouts, motioning for the four confused men to approach.

Ah the nerves radiating off of them could induce a damn panic attack. Just great. The shortest of the bunch breaks out into a wide smile, dragging his palms down his hips to absorb the sweat that’s collected on them.

“Good to see you again guys,” Jaemin waves, peering over their clothing. “You know, I was going to have you fitted but what you all have on right now could work perfectly for this shoot. If you’re okay with getting a little messy?”

They shrug and nod, taking in what each is wearing. “I would have tried a little more if I had known..”

“No no this is perfect.” Jaemin snaps, waving over the four. “This is even better than my original idea. The four of you look like hooligans.. menaces to society.”

“Oh that’s great.” The one with the big smile chuckles nervously, heavy Australian adding charm along with the continuous way he bounces on the balls of his feet. “We’re the bad boys in town.”

“That’s right, and the star of the show,” he turns back to face you, proudly framing your face to display a prize. “She’s the good girl, never been kissed, hasn’t ever taken a cock.” Peering over his shoulder, he winks at them. “Which we all know is a fucking lie.”

“Jaemin.” You whine, adjusting the robe that’s been slipping from your shoulders. “So the new boys are here to cause trouble?”

Their ears perk up faster than dogs when a can of food gets cracked open. Four alert eyes widen, throats bobbing up and down. “There’s that look, we have some fans here I see.” Jaemin chides. “You’re all familiar with the legend then.”

“Uhh,” mumbled sounds and a few whispered ‘yeah’s meld between the four, shifting their gazes away.

“Don’t be shy, you’ll be getting to know each other from the inside out soon.” He winks again, motioning for them to step closer.

“You’re so vulgar.” You sneer, pinching his exposed bicep.

“Are you not the one with a golden dick award for most impressive anal gape sitting on your coffee table?”

“Right next to my starlet of the year.” You smirk, returning your attention to the four newcomers forcing their nervous smiles to not chatter.

“Nice to meet you guys, welcome to the team.”

“I’m Jake,” that smooth accent comes out more confidently now, despite the tremble racking down the hand that he holds out for you. “It’s an honor to have this opportunity to film with you.”

“I like him, he’s respectful.” Shaking Jake’s hand, you ignore the ‘for now’ Jaemin whispers. Turning to the next who introduces himself at Jay, more quiet and cold when he bows with his hands clenched behind his back.

“Sunghoon.” A sharp smile follows, bowing his head before taking your hand. “Very excited to work with you.”

The last of the group holds the most intense eye-contact, sleek gaze carrying a silent confidence as he takes your hand and lays a kiss against your knuckles. “My name's Heeseung, really hope we get to work more together in the future.”

“Wow, must be my lucky day.” You flirt calmly, scanning them up and down. “Maybe Johnny knew what he was doing.”

“Yeah, Heeseung here hit 500 million viewers on stream last week.”

“Wow that’s a lot.” You say surprised, taking time to look him up and down. “You must be giving them something worth watching.”

“All of them do really good in the polls too.” Jaemin continues, pulling on a hat that he insists on wearing while filming and directing. “Should be a really good video outcome, I think our audience is ready for some fresh meat. Specifically to watch you get pounded by some new blood.”

“Look up vulgarity sometime.” Rolling your eyes, you lean back in the makeup chair. “Should I get dressed now?”

“Yeah, let’s get this going soon. Don’t want to lose light and have to make it look less authentic.” Whispering to the stylist, he instructs to keep your school uniform a bit unrealistic, slutty. This is porn afterall.

“Boys, come with me. We all have to earn our stripes here unless you’re the one taking cock.” Ordering the new group to follow him to set, you smile and wave them off. The tallest one, Heeseung, pursing his lips at you before heading off.

“He’s trouble.” The stylist says with raised eyebrows.

“You know the rule, no fucking outside of work.” You sigh, moving to the rack of clothes to be fitted.

“And I know those rules get broken around here.”

Brushing off that comment, you adjust the plaid skirt hugging your waist tightly, dragging out a pair of white cotton panties. The look is supposed to be innocent of course, even if the skirts far too short to cover up the bottom half of your ass. Leaving the top buttons of your blouse open to show-off cleavage, you pull on knee high socks and loafers. It’s the typical naive sweet innocent school girl look- perfect for this scenario.

“You got a real bus for this?” Entering the set , you fix the backpack straps on your shoulders, walking up to Jaemin. “Talk about budget.”

“We’re big time now, and also it was the cheaper option.” He notes, messing with the camera lens. “Building an entire set would have wasted time.”

“Alright, what’s the rundown?”

“Right,” he stands up straight, fixing his cap again. “Come here guys.”

The four stand up and huddle together, most trying to avoid looking at you. “Obviously we’re filming a chikan scene, so don’t worry about acting much. I just need you to fuck. We want cock sucking, a lot of groping, cover her mouth.” Motioning to you, he cups your jaw to use you as a prop. “I expect you to cum multiple times too, on her face, tits, ass, panties, make a fucking mess alright?”

Panic fills their faces as they nod along. You’ve become more than used to this after working under Jaemin’s directions for the past year. “I’ll have to intervene once in a while to change your positions for certain shots, we like to get some up close point of view ones. The viewers really love that, but for the most part I want you to do your thing.”

Letting you go, he directs where you’ll start off outside of the bus. “You’ll see her standing alone on the platform looking clueless, headphones on, playing on her phone, completely dumb and oblivious to her surroundings. That’s when you’ll set the plan in motion,” he points at Heeseung, fingers snapping. “You, the big one, you’ll be the ringleader. You’ll see her first, and tell your buddies that this is your conquest today. That’s when you’ll corner her on the bus and start harassing her, threatening her to succumb.”

Sunghoon hides a pout fast when Heeseung gets chosen. “We all get to fuck her right?”

“Of course.” Jaemin assures. “And don’t hesitate to stick it in her ass, use the fuck out of her. I want a lot of footage for this one.”

“If I can’t speak up I’ll pinch you to stop.” You add, knowing they’ve gone over the rules and do’s and don’ts with Johnny before being allowed to participate in one of his productions.

“Yeah, she’s a pro.” Jaemin, being the proud director he is, flicks your chin. “No one in this industry can take cock like our little princess.”

“Well, when you put it that way, I can accept your vulgarity.” Doing a quick spin on your foot, you bounce excitedly. “I’m ready to go, oh and I’m all prepped too so don’t focus on foreplay too much.”

“We won’t be having a closed set today either, the extras will be coming in just a minute here so try not to focus on them. Concentrate on the scene, I want it to feel really raw and gritty. We’re here to make a depraved masterpiece, got it?”

Heeseung claps his hands, nodding, shooting a thumbs up at the director. “Won’t let you down.”

“Good, because if you do,” Jaemin grins manically, stepping back to get behind the camera. “Those contracts will be altered.”

It must be so nerve wracking to be a male performer entering the adult industry. All you had to do was fuck your boss on camera and you were the companies new starlet by the next week.. but then again, you’re being sold for much more than just your body. It’s all about the face, the moans, the pretty way you cry, how many dicks can be stuffed inside of one of your holes. Even the pigtails currently styled in your hair can make or break a scene. Whereas a man is simply viable for his giant cock- their careers in this world hold more longevity even if their pay hardly compares to yours.

Luckily you’ll never have to experience that, all you have to do is ride cock and look good enough to make horny losers cum off that alone.

“Let’s get some shots of you first.” Jaemin instructs, filming you walking around with your favorite playlist turned on. Carelessly twirling your hair around your index finger as you walk back and forth in front of the bus doors and place one foot in-front of the other to walk along a painted line.

“Pose right there, a little concern in the face.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you peer over your shoulder as if a group of feral young barbaric men are ready to eat you up when they see you turn and reveal the bare backs of your thighs. White cotton underwear tucked beautifully between your ass. The four onlookers watch you work, already building up a sweat off the way you taunt and tease the camera alone.

“We’re really doing this.” Jay mutters, stealing a sneaking look at Jake next to him. The other dryly swallows, adjusting his dick to press against his stomach under his belt.

“I really wanna fuck her.”

Sunghoon says lowly behind his hand, doing his best to ignore the extras that walk onto set. Harder to ignore when he estimates more than 30 men have entered the small area.

“Let’s do our best, can’t be too different from jerking off on live in front of millions of strangers.” Heeseung encourages his friends, having met them when joining the streaming company a year ago that called for attractive young men desperate to make good and fast money.

“Hee’s right, this is our big break.” Jake adds, straightening up when Jaemin points at the four of them.

“Enter from over there and make your way to the platform.” Yelling loudly, he gets everyone on set in order before calling out ACTION!

It’s time to turn it on, what you’re really known for. Connecting with the camera in a way that allows your fans to feel like they’re the ones getting to fuck you. That’s what they love about you, what keeps them coming back to your videos when they need a quick nut.

It helps that Johnny insists on only hiring attractive men to participate in his videos. Who doesn’t love to watch good looking people fuck? That’s why you made it a priority to audition for his company above any other.

It’s hard not to get excited when you can feel four sets of eyes watching you, following each and every small step you take waiting for the bus to arrive. Each of them are too good looking in such unique ways. Jake has that eager to please smile, bright eyes that look ready to grant you any wish. Jay with that sharp jawline, straight nose and dark lethal gaze, terrifying how one look from him could scorch your feet to the ground. Sunghoon, clearly the perfect one, not a single minuscule flaw on his gorgeous face, built as if he came straight from a Ken doll manufacturing company(but well equipped with Ken’s missing part).

And Heeseung, the one with looks that could kill. Quickly you lock eyes with him before twisting away and anxiously swallowing. The short memory of his soft lifts grazing your knuckles tingles up your spine, thighs tightly pressing together where you stand recalling the way he peered up at you. That indescribable look behind his eyes that made your gut coil, spiked fear and a rush of arousal all at once. Of course he’d be appointed the main, his energy alone could get you on your knees faster before he could even finish bellowing out the order to do so.

It’s fitting how exhilarated and uneasy you feel, perfect to build up what’s about to happen as soon as you enter this bus.

The four boys appear on camera looking exactly the way Jaemin envisioned. A group of delinquents decked down from head to toe in baggy clothes, worn hoodies, ripped jeans, bulky shoes covered in scuff marks from running around and eating shit off a skateboard. They look ready to get up to no good, emphasized by the way Heeseung nudges into Sunghoon’s side and nods toward your unaware figure. His chin tipping in to whisper and signal for Jay and Jake to follow their lead.

From a viewers standpoint, this is the norm. An average after school activity of illegal reckless teenage behavior. Because this is such a busy route at this hour, more than easy to get away with murder in broad daylight amongst a full cart.

Motioning to his friends, they make their way to get behind you. The headphones in your ears keep you clueless to the scheming taking place only a couple of steps away. Two men barricade your sides as you enter ahead of the rush onto the bus, ushered to the furthest back corner as too many pile in and force their weight to fit in, rather suffer the time squished together than wait longer for another ride.

Jake and Jay manage to stay by your side despite the pushing and shoving to enter, keeping a close position next to you with their arms reaching up to grab onto the metal bars nearby. Sunghoon speaks silently with one look, shoulder to shoulder with Heeseung where they stand in front of you blocking your view of the rest of the occupants. It’s perfect on screen, a successful trap to leave you with no way to escape.

The fear written all over your face only amplifies how terrifying all of this is for you. Grasping the straps of your backpack tight enough to leave indentations against the insides of your fingers, nibbling your bottom lip with your gaze trained on the pairs of shoes facing you. Swarmed by the scent of hair gel, cologne, minty mouthwash each time Jake breathes against your ear. It’s torturous to wait for the cart to fill up with each of them taking in your appearance, nodding in approval to each other that you’ll do just fine right now. A birds eye view gets the perfect shot of how small you look surrounded by them, helpless, a little prey counting down the seconds for your predators to pounce.

The shift of the cart has you stumbling forward, cheek crashing against Sunghoon’s chest in front of you. His tongue clicks disapprovingly, shoving your shoulders back to launch you into Jake’s chest who took the opportunity to stand in your place. Further suffocating you between their warm worn down clothing.

“You should be careful little one.” His accent sounds huskier whispering against your earlobe, hands finding your waist to hold you in place.

“Ah-it’s okay,” you attempt to shimmy away, gripped tighter to not let you budge.

“Stay your pretty little ass right there.” He says shortly, wrapping an arm around your torso to press you flat against him, his other hand rushing down to bunch the side of your skirt together. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be walking around like this by yourself?”

“You’re lucky we ended up on here with you.” Jay’s deep tone speaks quietly from your side, moving close to place his palm under Jake’s arm. “Imagine some of these old motherfuckers had gotten to you first and taken advantage of you.”

“He’s right.” Jake huffs against your ear, lips smoothing down to your earlobe. “Count your lucky stars that it will be us using you however we please instead.”

The same hinted at panic that had been worrying your face implodes, opening your mouth wide to call out for help only for Sunghoon’s palm to slap down and cut you off. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

The muffled cry for help still manages to make it far enough for the hidden microphones set up around you to catch, something the viewers will really enjoy as your struggle begins.

Jake squeezes in even closer somehow, breathing right into your ear as he scratches down your upper thigh. “I’m a big fan.” He whispers extra quietly, eyelids low. “Can’t wait to cum inside of you.”

Fuck. It’s a good thing Sunghoon has a grip hard enough to leave fingerprint marks behind over the lower half of your face. Having to wrinkle your eyes shut to stop them from rolling up, you’d moan given the chance. Risking this moment on the clock to admit that only makes the wetness trickling from your cunt rush out faster. Panties completely soaked through before you’ve even been properly touched.

“I don’t know.” Jay chuckles softly, grazing his palm lower to cup between your clenched thighs. “I think she seriously can’t wait for us to use her.”

“Is that right?” Sunghoon glares at you viscously. “Here I thought we found ourselves a nice innocent little virgin. What type of virgin gets wet from this, huh?”

“Nah, she’s soaking.” Lifting his hand up between your bodies, Jay shows off how glossy you’ve left his palm, further setting in how humiliated you should feel right now.

“What a darling angel.” Jake remarks, nibbling your earlobe between his plump lips. “Only a virgin could get that wet so easily. We’ve barely started with you.”

Sunghoon’s palm loosens off your mouth, dragging an index finger down the middle of your lips. “If you scream, I’ll make sure you never make another sound again. Got it?” He smiles, charming and handsome, but the sadistic tone he speaks in can hardly go unnoticed. Softly nodding, you whimper when Jake digs his blunt nails into your upper thigh, dragging them up to scratch at the hem of your pantyline.

“Don’t be so mean,” he laughs raspily. “We can play nice if she cooperates. You’ll be a good girl for us right sweetie?”

Heeseung clears his throat, grabbing onto Sunghoon’s shoulder to tug him closer and whisper something. The same dark observant gaze traces over your face as his lips move, no doubt issuing orders as the leader of the crew. Nodding, Sunghoon reaches for his phone, angling the camera at your face before you can look away. “Let’s see that pretty smile.”

“You heard him.” Jay says annoyed, clutching your jaw to force you to look ahead. The sight of sharp teeth behind the phone twist your gut, wondering if he’ll leave bite marks behind to admire tomorrow when you roll out of bed after no doubt using half of the day to recover. “Give us a smile.”

“So cute baby.” Jake hums, dragging his fingers under your panties.

“That’s a face I won’t forget anytime soon.” Sunghoon says menacingly, turning the phone around to display the photo. “None of us will.”

The silent threat is meant to keep your tongue hidden, lips trembling as you take in the distraught look on your face. Jake smiling over your shoulder, Jay leaning in with his nose dug into your cheek allowing his sharp jawline to shine.

“That’s a good girl.”

“Bet you’re always on time for class, never tardy.” Jake adds onto Jay’s commentary. The three of them throw out more degrading words as Heeseung stands guard with his arms crossed over his chest, stoic expression unwavering.

“All these books.” Sunghoon grins, spilling your belongings from the backpack they managed to remove from your shoulders along with the embroidered uniform blazer you had on. “Real studious huh? Top of your class and shit.”

“Hope that means you’re a fast learner.”

Jake maneuvers you to face Jay, dipping his hand deeper inside of your underwear to cup your cunt. “Fuck you’re seriously dripping.”

Muffled whimpers escape under Jay’s burning gaze, sandwiched between the two making fast to feel up your body. The undone buttons give easy access to pop the rest free, one ripping off and hitting one of the cameras like a pingpong.

“That’s a money shot.” Jaemin whispers from his chair, chin in hand while focusing on the scene unfolding. Johnny was right, these new guys hardly needed any type of assistance.

“Can’t believe you can even fit these inside of that uniform.” Jay licks at his lips, rolling your flimsy bra down under your breasts to release your naked chest.

“Please don’t—“

“Shut the fuck up.” Sunghoon laughs breathily. “I don’t care how fucking cute you sound begging. Don’t make a God damn scene.”

“Don’t be shy baby.” Jay nearly salivates, slowly ducking forward with his eyes trained on your face. Pleased by the tears that have begun to well up at the rims. “These fat tits deserve to be seen.”

Soft lips wrap around one of your nipples, biting down roughly until it fully hardens. Jay’s mouth switches back and forth between your breasts, pinching and rolling whichever stiffened little bud his mouth can’t occupy. “Fuck you’re shaking so much.” He mumbles, continuing to assault your tits until the soft wrinkled flesh around your nipples swell. The stimulation shooting waves down to your knees until they lock and you fully slump back against Jake.

“Think she’s gonna cum from this alone.” He speaks up from behind you, amazed by the amount of wet arousal filling up his palm. “Fuck, I need to get inside this pussy.”

Biting down on your shoulder, his chest buries against your back to keep you held up. Freeing himself from the confines of his baggy jeans enough to get them just beneath his ass. He drags your ruined panties to one side, bending at his knees to shove his length against your swollen folds. “Holy fuck.”

“Don’t fuck her without me.” Jay murmurs, mouth too busy leaving teeth marks and bruises on your chest.

“N-no please!” You shriek as Jake ruts against your cunt, hard cock spreading your chubbed folds open. The glide seamless thanks to the amount of slick pouring from your hole.

“That’s it.” Sunghoon grits loudly, bringing his palm back over your mouth. “Clearly you can’t listen for shit. You know what that makes you?”

“A bad girl.” Jake moans all too pleased, humping against your backside to fully soak his cock with your juices. The head smashing against the front of your underwear, stretching out the worn down cotton material with each rough push.

“And do you know what happens to bad little whores like you?” Jay kneads your chest, spitting at your breasts until they gleam with saliva. “They get fucked, hard.”

“N-need to fuck her right now.” Jake whines, holding down a hiss by biting down on the back of your neck.

“Then fuck her already.” Sunghoon growls quietly, grabbing your hand to rub up and down the thick bulge protruding from his sweats. “We don’t have all day.”

“Keep these on.” Jay whispers heavily, yanking on the sides of your underwear until they stretch painfully and cut into your skin, pushing out the fleshy meat to shape the curves of your ass.

A camera angled beneath your bodies captures everything perfectly, from Jay’s hand sweeping between your thighs to glide Jake’s length between your folds, to the aggressive way he hauls one of your legs up for easier access, visibly digging the tips of his fingers into your sensitive flesh.

“Oh fuckkk,” prodding the tip of his cock inside, Jake’s neck loosens letting out a long-winded groan. Eyes clenched shut as he inches in and Sunghoon maintains fierce eye contact with you, hiding a smile when your tears break and roll down to dampen his hand.

“Tighter than a fucking virgin.”

“Is she?” Sunghoon questions, leaning in closer to whisper. “Can’t wait to ruin your tight pretty cunt.”

Gripping onto your wrist harder, he forces your hand up and down over his bulge. The three of them close in on you until you feel like you can no longer breathe without inhaling their musky scents. Sweat mixes with the cologne and body wash clinging to their skin, each of them taking long showers to scrub down clean and smooth before their debut shoot. “The harder you try to put up a fight..” he hisses, unleashing his fully aroused length. “The harder I get.”

“It’s so fucking cute how you keep whining.” Jake agrees, building up a rhythm, hip bones crashing against your ass. “Seriously, I was so nervous.” He speaks extra quietly into your ear, panting short breaths between each word. “But you’re so fucking hot I’m losing my mind.”

The desperation dripping off his tongue causes your knees to buckle, gripping Jay’s chest with your free hand as Sunghoon’s much larger one forces you to wrap around his stiffened girth. Thick heated up flesh swipes back and forth against your palm, jerked forward by Jake’s eager thrust. The whole scene screams delinquent horny young men, as dark the whole scenario is supposed to come across, you can already sense a hit being made. Streams exploding, purchases breaking numbers, the four becoming regulars on future sets that could easily become highly favored by fans.

Hands swarm from your ass to your chest, Jay’s mouth working mercilessly until your breast look pained enough to burst. The nipples ramrod hard, bitten over, skin swollen and puffy around. With an all too pleased gleam passing his gaze, he reaches between your thighs to tease your hardened nub. Using the same effort to raise you onto your toes, digging deep into the cute faux-leather loafer with one leg dangling in the air hooked over his flexed arm.

“You’re seriously such a whore.” He hisses, expertly grazing your clit between two digits. “Getting off to this, aren’t you?

“Uh-huh—“ you manage to mumble dumbly. Rocked back and forth onto Jake’s fat girth. Sunghoon controlling the way you jerk him off, and Jay torturing your clit into a frenzy. The heat budding from between your thighs rises, coiling from your gut to your sternum, chest caving in.

“Cut cut!” Jaemin screams out loud abruptly, instructing everyone to stay put. “I need a good shot of this.”

Controlling the camera above your head, he works the crane to get closer. The shot aimed at the dead look behind your eyes, the typical dumb porn slut look. Only yours is special, what you’re most known for. The eye contact you manage to grab the viewer with through the camera, almost as if you’ve caught a peeping Tom. But instead of appearing angry or upset, you welcome them into this fantasy, living out every perverse sensation and need. This is the shot that breaks the third wall, removes any sense of guilt and reminds you that this is just porn and you should absolutely be getting off right now.

“Rolling!” He howls out, focused on the screen that’s zoned in on your sultry lust-filled gaze. The enjoyment behind the corners of you tweaked up lips, the tip of your tongue dragging across your teeth. Neck arched back allowing Sunghoon’s to grip around your throat, his palm starkly large and veiny in contrast to your delicate décolleté. It’s perfect and beautiful on screen, but really the best view for Heeseung.

Watching on this entire time, he could rip out his tongue by now. Suffering the more he waits and waits and waits. Balled up fist hidden inside the sleeves of his hoodie to keep a cool and calm stature. He knows it will be worth the wait after all this anticipation. Johnny had said when they finished all the paperwork and finalized contracts that most likely his first scene would be with you. Standing here now made it all so surreal, washing his mouth with spit the heavier his tongue grows, in disbelief at the display before him.

It’s a new feeling to get hard watching over his friends have their way with a girl he knows they’ve all beat off to numerous times. None too shy to drop links in the group chat to videos they deemed great for a fast stroke sesh, your face often appeared.

The same face fighting back pleasured moans, forcing your forehead to wrinkle together and scrunch your nose in disgust as tears roll down your cheeks. If he even accidentally brushed his dick up against something right now he’s sure he’d spill over and ruin his briefs.

“Taking cock real good for a virgin aren’t you?” Jay smirks, pushing a finger in alongside Jake to stretch your hole open further. “He looks ready to explode back there.” Wasting no time to add another finger, he jokingly nods to his friend behind you. Tongue lolled out, slobbering over his chin like some starved animal. He thrusts deep, feeding you each inch of his big cock. “I’m going in, cover her mouth good.” He mumbles, chin pointed at Sunghoon.

The taller agrees, dipping his index and middle finger in past your lips. “Hope your mouth’s better than this shit handjob.”

Stretching his digits out as much as he can inside of you, he grunts and pulls out, using the wetness clinging to his skin to coat his cock. “Relax.” He hisses softly, gripping around the middle of his length to force the tip in past your filled hole. The prodding has you kicking off the floor, foot dangling in the air with gurgled yelps emitting around Sunghoon’s fingers.

The position Jay’s managed to get you in makes the glide less painful, giving your entrance a few jabs before finally popping the tip of his cock inside. Wrinkles dig into the skin around his eyes as he passes along his friend's slippery length. The two releasing deep guttural groans when the tips meet inside of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jake moans out raggedly, sounding torn by the grip that blankets around him with Jay’s cock nudged up against his. They move in opposite motions, Jay pulling out whenever Jake thrusts back in, the friction budding against your inner walls pinching at a tense heat in your stomach. Wrapping your lips around the fingers in your mouth to cut off a scream, you suck, hand lazily continued to be dragged by Sunghoon’s grip. His deep breaths resonate from your side, not as desperate as Jake’s blowing into your ear, but loud enough to pick up on.

“G-gonna cum.” Sunghoon says behind pursed lips, stripping your hand off his size to force his cock between you and Jay. “On her panties.”

“God damn.” Jay wouldn’t believe it given any other moment, not being the first time he’s ever fucked with the same girl his friends have. Kissing the backs of his teeth, he slows down to blink the blur away from his eyes and watch as Sunghoon tugs at his cock roughly, white strings shooting out onto your mound and the base of his own length.

It should be gross to feel his friend’s warm gooey cum drip down to his balls as he bends his knees to throw you up and down on his and Jake’s swollen members, but he can’t deny the way his sack tightens up. Eyes rolling back letting out a howl that would without a doubt grab everyone’s attention on a full train in reality.

“Fuck—I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming.” Jay groans, deep and rumbled. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders for better leverage to really make these last few sloppy thrusts count. Each aim of his slimy wet cock more frantic than the last, the friction of Jake’s size rubbing along the underside of his making his head spin faster. Between the grip on your waist from behind, you get bounced between the two of them. Hole stretched impossibly wide, ripping at the hair lining Jay’s nape to calm your need to shout.

Their ministrations are ruthless, running after sweet release in tandem, unbothered by the muffled shrieks emitting from beneath Sunghoon’s hand.

Jake’s garbled uh-uhn-uh’s puffing against your ear twists through your brain, eyes rolled back desperately dying to get out a scream. Another wave of hot pleasure spills as your resistance shatters and you lick at Sunghoon’s palm, finally letting out a high-pitched scream.

“Take it.” Jay growls huskily, pumping his cock in deep despite Jake’s whining. He slams in one more time, shoving his seed deep enough inside to paint your cervix with the mess.

Slapping at his chest, Jake shoves him away with one hand, fully taking advantage when his length slips out and he has complete free range to go wild inside your pussy. The little pained sounds he’d been letting out turn gruff, belting your waist to drag you up and down his size. The slip and slide on and off his cock even easier with Jay’s load coating him. He pants harshly along the column of your throat, letting out a shattered shout when the first flick of hot tongue laps against the underside of his size.

“Oh shit.” He simpers between grinding teeth. Jay looks up, from between your thighs, tongue dragging aimlessly from your clit to the thick girth burying inside your stretched hole. Sweat and wet slick meld together down his nose, lips dripping with a bit of his own release as he kisses along your pussy folds angrily wrapped around Jake’s cock.

“Shitshit—I’m gonna—c-cum,” he stutters, trembling against your back. The grip on your waist loosening as he topples over.

“Move.” Sunghoon sounds near demonic, throwing an arm around your waist to snatch you away from the two. Ripping you off Jake’s length too fast, cum pours down your inner thighs, hole rapidly convulsing open. “Shhh, shut the fuck up.”

His reputation of being mouthy on stream precedes him, shoving you down onto your knees roughly between curses. “You wanna get caught acting like a fucking whore?”

“Nuh—no,” you shake, giant watery eyes blinking up pleadingly. Biting down harshly, his jaw twitches, resisting the urge to crumble and drag you back up. No one’s made a proper mess of your pretty face yet, and he’s not one to disappoint.

“Didn’t think so.” Pushing his sweats lower, he strokes his length back to full hardness. Sliding the width down the middle of your face, slapping the meat against your cheek until your mouth pops open. “Gonna fuck your little virgin ass.” He grins, popping the tip in and out between your parted lips. “So you better get me all nice and wet, or it’s going to hurt you real bad baby.” Resting the weight of his cock between your lips, he reaches for your pigtails to pull on. Using them like handlebars to hold onto and feed his cock in and out. Pulling the strands of hair between his digits each time your teeth barely scrape along his size.

Subtly reaching beneath yourself to glide the plug free from your hole, you agree to whatever he keeps spewing on about. Lapping up every inch, spitting out globs of messy saliva with a pained expression as if it disgusts you to do as he says. Half torn by your attraction to each of them and by how immoral and wrong this is all supposed to be.

“Never sucked a dick in your life have you?” He spits, looping under your arms to pull you onto your feet. Pressing the center of your chest against a pole, it’s clear for anyone watching at home in the future now that you can easily be seen by the other train occupants. It’s not as if you’re aiming to win an Oscar for best motion picture, maybe an Adult Video nomination for best gangbang at best.

“Nice and open for me.” He huffs against your ear, all of this being picked up by the microphones hidden around. Jaemin would have their horny fanboying edited out later before final production. “Exactly how I like it.”

The shot of the fat tip of his reddened girth testing your rim would make anyone cum by this point if they haven’t. Despite prepping yourself prior to entering the set, he’s big, as expected based on Johnny’s hiring requirements. The bulbous cockhead burns, splitting past your asshole, gripping onto the back of your waist to further arch your ass out. He hisses the whole way watching with intense burning focus as you suck in every last inch.

Hiding his face away against your shoulder, he blinks in a rush, chest trembling against your spine. “Fuck, you’re seriously so tight.”

To mess with him, you subtly circle your hips. Eager to see if he’s all talk after cussing you out to shut up over and over again. “Come in, give me that dick. Ruin my hole.”

Sunghoon has to bite down on his lip to not let out the most pathetic moan. Clutching your waist tightly as he draws out to the tip and repeats the same motion. “Keep talking like that..” he mumbles, going in faster with each thrust. “I’ll seriously never let you walk again.”

“Yeah? Then do it.” Bending lower, the sight before him becomes even more obscene. Plaid skirt flipped all the way up. Ruined white cotton panties stretched out to one side. Cock throbbing pink with raging veins burying inside of your ass.

“Nasty fuck hole.” He growls, slapping your exposed buttcheek. “Fucking whore taking all of it.”

The way you bend completely, ass up in the air for him to use makes his stomach twist. Muscles twitching under his shirt as his hips crash down and your backside ripples upon impact. He can’t pretend that the most revisited window living amongst his incognito tabs isn’t your first on-screen anal. Allegedly the first time you’d ever taken it up the ass, he even has his favorite timestamps memorized for those days he needs to get off in less than 10 minutes. Clasping onto your buttcheeks, he pulls them further apart and slowly sinks in deeper.

Exactly like that part at 13 minutes and 37 seconds when the camera zoomed in on your obscenely stretched out rim, only better because his dick looks so good buried deep inside of your ass.

“Get up.” He rumbles lowly, arms wrapping over your chest. The sudden impact of his hips slamming against you cutting off your breath. Using one of his arms to circle your head, he traps your neck in a firm chokehold. Ramming his dick in deep, the glide in and out smooth with precum bursting from his tip. The warm heat gripped around him mind boggling, more euphoric because he’s been here in fantasies. He’s fucked this ass in place of his palm, but the real thing could only ruin him forever.

“Fuckfuck.” Sunghoon grits thinking about it. Bicep flexing large and cutting off your breathing the tighter he coils around your throat. Cock twitching between your ass cheeks as release pours out, most of it dripping out past his size onto the backs of your thighs, landing in loud plopping puddles on the floor. He has to bite down on your jawline to stop himself from fanboying over getting to fuck your ass. In disbelief after months of jerking off to a handful of his favorite go-to videos that you just so happened to star in(not that he watched his collection 50 more times this week alone). The chance to work with you again in the future can’t be ruined by a moment of weakness, no matter how victorious he feels right now.

“You tighten up so good around my cock.” Licking up to your ear, he cups the sides of your ass to squeeze and bury his fingers into the fleshy meat. Drawing out slowly, inch by painful inch gliding out torturously. “Sucked me dry little one.”

“Fuck man, I’m getting hard again.” Jake laughs, eyeing the bulge forming inside of his jeans.

“Too bad.” Heeseung pushes off one of the poles, arms that had been snuggly crossed on his chest falling to his sides. “Want you all to myself now.” He mostly mouths, making it hard to hear with the message that’s for your ears only. “Come here.”

Pulling your arms to wrap over his shoulders, you strain to grasp onto him, tingling from head to toe with pleasure. The remaining three make more space by creating a wall with their bodies to block any curious eyes, mostly having forgotten that they’re supposed to be acting.

Rule number one: No kissing on the lips. Ever. Can lead to termination.

He gulps, thumbs swiping over the wet and dry tears on your cheeks. It’s not an outlandish or weird rule, of course not. But he can’t ignore how pouty and inviting your mouth looks right now. Glossy with spit, inflamed from taking Sunghoon’s massive width.

He really takes a good minute or longer to touch over your stomach, hands snaking underneath your unbuttoned top. Kneading and squeezing at your soft skin, tracing down to your hips to caress over how round and supple your ass feels in his hands, spilling out between his digits.

There’s nothing to say between the two of you, essentially strangers about to fuck for the first time after taking 3 dicks. You still have to hold back a smile, tucking your chin in when he hauls you closer and squats down to capture your thighs. Exerting more strength than he appears able to and catching you off guard, setting your arms to cling tightly behind his neck. Not many would be bold enough to sink your weight down onto their dick to ride for the first time. The confidence radiating off of him reignites your initial excitement, still heavily trickling wetness.

As much as he wants to throw you up and down his length with nothing to hold him back, he needs to see the moment his cock pushes inside of you. Gently resting your back against the carts wall, he pulls back just enough to direct the tip of his length between your drenched folds. He’s never seen it so angrily engorged, full of blood, veins visibly beating. But he’s waited long enough for this. Pushing lower, he dips in, slit kissing just past your entrance.

“Oh—“ whispering under his breath, he blinks furiously. Tucking his bottom lip in to bite down on. Cockhead gleaming back at him coated with your wet slick. It’s too good already to feel the heat emitting from your cunt, taut skin sucking around him ready to never let go.

“Please.” You whine out, face so fucked out with your head rolling against the wall. Tugging at his hair, you softly moan. “Put it in.”

Fuck.

That’s really all it takes to snap his tenacity in half. He slams forward, hips jolting against yours. A vigorous speed breaking out, hammering his cock in deep. Heeseung grunts wildly, keeping the backs of your knees hooked over his biceps for leverage as he fucks into you without abandon. The once impassive unreadable look on his face morphing to an animalistic rabid one. Eyebrows dripping with sweat, eyes large and fierce, lips pulled back tight bringing out a sharp jawline and cheekbones.

The moans you let out only drive him to fuck into you more violently, filling you with each inch of his thick long cock. He crushes you in, lungs squished by your legs being completely folded. The position allowing him to hit balls deep. The clap of his sack loudly slapping against your gaped asshole, booming off the compacted space around you.

It’s the right angle for the tip to bulge just beneath your navel. Taking a step back from the wall he firmly cups your ass. Fingers digging in hard to keep up his pace, the clapping bounce slapping against his hips and thighs loud, roaring thunderously through the bus. The guys behind him watch on, swallowing to quench their drying throats. It’s so pornographic, the muffled whimpers coming from your mouth buried against Heeseung’s chest. The loud claps of skin meeting skin. The thick wet cock stretching your hole open wide, and the recoil your ass gives with each unrelenting thrust.

“Yes! Fuck!” He groans out too loud, head tossed back. The muscles lining his arms burning with effort. Each squat clenching his ass. “Such. A. Good. Little. Fucking. Slut.”

Each word gets shouted out with a rough jab of his hips, accompanied by your stinging ass smacking against him. He stills, teeth gritted, face covered with sweat. It’s the hardest release he’s had in a long time, not recalling cumming this hard since edging himself for 3 hours during a lonely thunderstorm.

The warm release spills out with your slick, having weakly cum at some point mid-thrust. You scrambled to hold on tight, fearful of losing balance and falling the faster he kept going somehow. Only slowing down to press his cock inside of you one more time before pulling out fully.

It’s a perfect shot to finish off, held over the camera on full display with loads of semen dripping down your inner thighs, pussy lips engorged and wrecked. It’s the climax anyone paying to watch would dream of. To get a close up look at your spread apart legs as Heeseung holds your weight up off the ground with shaking arms. The orgasm still sending shockwaves through his limbs, weakening the last bit of strength he has left.

“AND CUT!” Jaemin’s voice bellows, shoving through the extras that make their way to exit the set. “That was great! You guys did an awesome job.”

Heeseung securely hoists your thighs around his waist, slumping back onto a now emptied seat to catch his breath. “I know uh, aftercare is against the rules..” he mumbles softly by your ear, lightly tracing up your spine. “But is there anything you need me to do?”

“I’ll handle this.” The assistant Jaemin had hired recently, Chenle, rushes over with clean towels and a robe in hand. “You can go off and get cleaned up now.”

Still half-asleep against his chest you try to nod, in dire need of a hot bath to soak in and soothe your limbs after being stretched out in all kinds of directions. Heeseung does his best to help you get back on your feet and get yours arms inside of the robe, taking one of the towels to clean himself off before gathering his bottoms.

“Was nice to meet you, I really hope we’ll be able to work together again in the future.” Near future he wants to emphasize, maybe even his next shoot if he can be so lucky. A solo scene involving only the two of you ideally. Then he could really impress you..

“I’m sure we will.” You smile sleepily, wrapping an arm around Chenle’s shoulders to hold yourself up. “Real soon.” —————————

#the gooners rly go crazy for this one

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neohazed · 22 days ago

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you will have to just keep rereading my fics🥹

video games (l. hs)

pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. Will you hold my…controller? AU, crack, fluff, a smudge of angst, pwp(85% plot, 15% smut), loosely Girl Next Door(film) inspired, M/F, ….filthy smut🩷

warnings. profanity, my attempt at humor(apologies), GameStop manager Heeseung, y/n is very much an e-girl/mild descriptive style characteristics, besties Jake/Jungwon/Beomgyu(txt), boynextdoor side characters, twerking @ GameStop after hours, pop culture references. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 32,100+

now playing. I'm not okay(I promise)// my chemical romance, sexy bitch//akon, valhalla//blind guardian, hands down//dashboard confessional, hey leonardo//blessid union of souls, the birds and the bees//breathe carolina, be my druidess//type o negative, video games//lana del rey.

smut warnings. y/n does OF, sex on live stream, thats.. a big joystick you’ve got there, size difference/kink, daddy kink, begging, crying, subspace, praise, degradation, choking, hair pulling, squirting, fingering, biting, anal plug use, anal, rough sex, breeding, wet & messy, etc

———————————- ‘You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini, and Croquet. You can’t swim, you can’t dance, and you don’t know karate. Face it, you’re never gonna make it.’

‘I don’t wanna make it, I just wanna—‘(Refer to: ‘I’m Not Okay(I Promise) by My Chemical Romance music video)

Jungwon frowns at the TV screen, sighing as he alternates between watching some old corny emo video play and his manager bops along, occasionally tapping his foot to the beat.

“Never liked this video.” He says annoyed, pushing a cart full of shipment out. “Did these losers ever consider that they got bullied because they suck?”

“Did you just say you don’t like My Chem?!?” Heeseung stammers, clutching his chest. “Get the hell out of my store!”

“Now this,” Jungwon grins, forwarding to the next video. “This is music.”

“Ugh. This guy sounds like someone’s gripping the life out of his sack.” Heeseung grumbles. “Take that mask off and let's see if girls would still be losing their shit over their band.”

Jungwon shrugs, leaning against the cart. “Speaking of masks, I wore one last night while streaming. The tips went crazy.”

“How much did you make?”

“Easy $2000 in less than a couple of hours. Couldn’t even focus on my game because the chat was going wild. Maybe the crop top helped.” Jungwon nudges an elbow into his friend's side. “You should try it, look.” Whipping out his phone from his work vest, he taps open a recording from the night prior filling the screen with half of his face covered by a cat mask. The pink and white ears matching well with his cropped ‘baby girl’ top.

“Oh dude..” Heeseung makes a disgusted face, shoving his hand onto the screen to hide it from his sight. “I don’t wanna watch you wiggle and giggle around like a whore for cash.”

“Least I have more money in my account than you, Mister GameStop manager.” Jungwon whistles sarcastically. “Wouldn’t hurt you to try a little. You’re always complaining about the lack of viewers you pull.”

“GameStop partner, don’t forget that I own this place and cover the rent just because we’re friends.” Heeseung corrects, folding his arms on top of the shelf he’s been stocking. “I shouldn’t even be out here right now. Where the hell is Jake?”

“You’re the one who made the executive decision to hire your friends instead of some loner teenagers willing to work for minimum wage.” Jungwon shrugs, patting the olders back. “I’ll call him. That assholes probably jerking off or still asleep.”

“As long as he gets here before my lunch.” Heeseung groans to himself, rubbing his stomach that makes a sound of agreement before returning to complete his morning tasks. It’s been a solid year since he signed contracts and made the decision to commit to owning a business. A year of struggling, pulling at his hair, counting and recounting cash each time he ends up short by the end of another month and has to dig into his savings.

Surely this was not the dream his parents had in mind when paying off his tuition and allowing him to move out to complete university without distraction. At least they could sleep peacefully at night knowing he’d never have parties raided at the apartment they helped pay for each month.

No. He’d have to have more than a handful of friends and off-handed acquaintances to throw an actual rager of a party. Unless evenings filled with screaming at Jake and Jungwon about Dungeons and Dragons rules counted.. they did get pretty rowdy at times.

“What up limp dicks!” The miscreant himself also known as his best friend hollers, kicking the doors open to the store. Vest half strewn off his upper-half, hair a mess still plastered to his skull as if he hadn’t bothered to run a comb through it. Likely that he couldn’t even find one in his bathroom, let alone remember owning one.

“See Hee,” Jungwon claps. “Your elite employee has arrived!”

“Elite my ass.” Heeseung grunts, glaring at his friend as he makes his way to clock in.

“Tskkk, read the sign!” He points at the wall behind the register where a large print of his glowing smile has been framed and hung up.

“Elite employee of the month.” Jungwon reads, wagging a finger at their manager. “He’s got you there.”

“Fine fine, oh so elite one. Listen, I had to change your schedule this weekend. Gyu hit me up about going out to Eagle Stone with his group for larping and—“

“Larping?!?” Jake spits, grabbing his hair and screaming out obnoxiously. “God man! How are you possibly getting even worse! You’re never going to get laid again!”

“What’s wrong with larping?!” Heeseung squeaks suddenly, grabbing his throat as he coughs. “I mean.. keep it down would you?”

“Dude, you’re going to have to cancel, already have plans this weekend.” Jake says, holding out a hand toward his friend. “You should be thanking me. I am saving you from decades of humiliation that you’ll never be able to live down.”

“Don’t be so lame.” Heeseung glares at him, nervously tugging on the lanyard around his neck. “Was hoping we could take our D&D crew out there and—“

“No way, I refuse.” Jake grimaces, waving his arms in dismay as the bell chimes above the door sing from the other side of the store. “Hee, man, straight up dude. I am telling you this as not only your elite employee but also as your best friend. Your dick has cobwebs at this point dude, you haven’t gotten laid in months.”

“Guys.” Jungwon whispers, patting Jake’s arm.

“That’s not true!” Heeseung hisses quietly, eyes widening from embarrassment.

“Oh yeah? Prove it because last time I can recall was Sunghoon’s Birthday, and you’re lucky I don’t tell him that you fucked his cousin because—“

“Guys.” Jungwon repeats, breathily, now wrapped around Jake’s arm.

“That’s none of his business! And we had a really lovely evening!”

“Guys!!”

“What?!” Jake and Heeseung both snap at once, finding Jungwon’s eyes wide as saucers as he stares out into the store. Following his gaze leads them to sporting the same expression when they spot you.

“Who the fuck is that.” Jake mumbles. Throat going dry where he stands and eyes from your ankles to your butt perked out as you bend down lower to add another game into your basket.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say—“ Jungwon’s cut off by Heeseung frowning at the both of them.

“A customer.” He states, straightening up and clearing his throat. “Who clearly could use some assistance!”

Rushing over to do just that, he leaves the two behind the register shaking their heads.

“He’s hopeless.” Jake bemoans, slapping his forehead.

Jungwon nods, sad that he can only agree as he watches the older tiptoe around the section you search through without approaching. “Tell me about it.”

To say that Heeseung Lee is hopeless would be an understatement. He’s what some may consider a reject of society, socially awkward, introverted, but one thing he knows how to do is his job. With a happy smile he comes over to stand next to you, sneaking a look at the games you’ve started to choose. “Ah, a fellow role player.”

Startled by his deep and chipper voice, you jump to stand straight. Setting the gift card in your hand back onto the display. “Excuse me?”

“Oh.” He clears his throat, looking away when you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry Miss, you must be shopping for gifts—“

“Yeah.” You snort, nodding to the pink cat ear headset in your basket. “Gifts for me.”

“Oh!” He brightens up. Motioning to your basket. “Great choices! Do you perhaps have a membership with us yet? I don’t believe I have seen you in here before.”

“I actually do.” Turning around to look at him, you squint at his name badge. “You’re the manager?”

“Owner, actually!” He says proudly. Lifting up his lanyard to tap the title on his work ID. “I’m here all of the time.”

“Oh wow, that’s great. I actually just moved into town a couple of weeks ago, still getting settled in.”

Heeseung lights up even more, smiling from ear to ear. “Seriously? No wonder I haven’t seen you here before. What brings you to town?”

“Well,” appearing in thought, you shrug. “Work.”

“What do you do?” He asks curiously, shaking his head. “Sorry sorry, you don't have to answer. I get caught up in conversation sometimes—“

“I’m a streamer.” You nod, showing him the basket in your hold. “Gaming.”

Heeseung’s throat bobs, letting out a small ‘ah.’ As if everything makes sense now. Really kicking himself in the ass for prioritizing this managerial job over his dreams of gaming online for thousands of viewers and admirers. He could have been as world renowned as Faker if he had committed to working hard on building a platform. “That’s such a cool job.” He forces himself to say. Beginning to feel awkward for not responding immediately, he counts the items in your basket. “You know what, since you’re buying so much I’d love to offer you a discount!”

“Oh what? No, I don’t need one. Seriously, thank you though.” You’re fast to reject his offer. Shyly flushing and looking away. Pretending to be distracted by the wall of plushies.

“No no, please! Think of it as a moving gift. I’m sure as an online gamer you’ll be frequenting this area quite often.”

“Well,” shifting from side to side for a minute, you nod and grab one more gift card. “I’m doing a few giveaways for my viewers.” You inform, following him to the register.

“Wow that’s really cool, you must have quite the following.”

Jungwon and Jake watch from the side with their jaws on the floor. Heeseung could possibly be the most oblivious dense clueless idiot they've ever known. Speaking to a pretty girl he could easily engage in flirtatious conversation with as if she’s just another customer, neither of them can believe it.

“Mm.. I guess I do.” Brushing off the topic, you throw a few keychains into your basket. “Might as well make the most of this discount.” You shrug, smiling at the other employees. Jake clears his throat, diverting his gaze as if he wasn’t just gawking at you as Jungwon moves away quickly to hide in the break room.

“How’s 15 percent sound?” Heeseung smiles, the same customer service smile he’s dawned for years now. The type of smile you have to force after months of dealing with scammer returns, thievery, and fraudulent coupons.

“I’ll take it!” You eagerly express, bouncing up and down. He gulps, eyes going wide as he focuses on ringing up your items.

“You’re already a member, you said?”

“Oh yeah, my emails thedruidessnymph at gmail.”

Heeseung’s fingers hover over the register keyboard, repeating your email in his head. He slowly lifts his head to meet your gaze. “D-do you play D&D too?”

Lighting up at the mention of the game, you nod. “I used to! In high school, I’ve been too busy to really involve myself anymore. Do you play?”

He nods, turning around to fiddle with different advertisement flyers and free gaming magazines to add to your bag. “I’m a wizard.”

Putting your items away, he states your total. Not once confused by the black card you retrieve from your wallet to pay with. “What’s your specialty?”

Heeseung scratches his Adam's apple, eyeing the vent above his head. Why’s it so hot in here all of a sudden? “Illusionists.”

“That’s really cool, I know wizards aren’t really utilized in battle but I can definitely see how throwing out some spells could really assist your side.”

Wiping the trickles of sweat forming at his nape, he dry swallows. “Uh huh,” handing you your bag of items, he waves to end this conversation.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about my specialty?” You playfully ask, taking your purchase.

Heeseung forces himself to smile, tight-lipped. “You’re a druid.”

“I prefer druidess, but yes.” You say proudly, moving to stand at the side of the register. “I’ve thought about changing my character a few times, a sorcerer or a warlock sounds much cooler. But I’m kind of attached to the lore I’ve built.”

“Do you transform at all?” Pretending to be busy with organizing the mess that Jungwon’s left at the register, he keeps his head low. He’s never been great at maintaining eye contact for too long, most especially with the opposite gender.

“That’s the thing, I turn into a wolf.” Lifting your hand up to form a paw, you let out a soft growl. “Real scary, huh?”

Heeseung’s lips twitch with a real smile, clearing his throat and shaking it off. “There isn’t much of a D&D community around here, but if you ever want to do some live action gaming, in the next town over; I’ve gone a few times. It’s nothing really crazy, just a bunch of people dressed up as their characters out in the woods.”

“You mean, like, larping?”

The sound of Jake groaning from behind a shelf he’s been pretending to stock tickles at his ears. Ignoring that, he turns to look at you, blinking in disbelief. “D-do you larp?”

“I’ve always wanted to! I have such good costume ideas. I’ll bring them next time to show you! Oh my God that’d be so fun!”

Heeseung should correct himself, because he wasn’t inviting you. No, only making a recommendation, but now you’re smiling at him as if this is the most exciting news you’ve heard all day and he can’t deny you. “Next time you come into the store?”

“Yeah, told you, I’ll be here a lot. Better get used to this face.” You sound even more bubbly now. A real pep in your step and he wonders if he just unintentionally initiated a friendship. Softly laughing to make himself do something, he shoots you a thumbs up.

“Yeah, I’ll..” really looking at your face, he licks at his lips. Taking in your eyes, nose, and teeth that are aligned in a nearly perfect way. Fresh glowy skin and hair framing your face. “I’ll remember.”

“Great!” Leaning onto the register counter, you squint at his name badge. “Heeseung! Thanks again for the discount!”

“No problem.” He waves goodbye, looking away before you exit the store. Only when the bell above the door chimes does he take a deep breath, fanning his face. “Need to check on that A/C.”

“Dude what the fuck was that.” Jake exclaims, jogging over to the register. “What were you talking about for so long?”

Heeseung shrugs, picking up a box of damaged returns to take to the back. “Nothing really. New customer is all.”

Jungwon exits the bathroom as they enter the small break room, excitedly hopping over to where Heeseung begins to cut up empty game boxes. “Did you get her number?”

“What?!”

Jake sighs, shoving Jungwon back. “Dude not to sound crazy because even I’m confused, but she was totally flirting with you!”

“Oh, you’re definitely crazy.” He nervously laughs, throwing out the rest of the damaged merchandise. “She’s new in town, I was just giving her some recommendations on what to do around here.”

“Larping?!” Jake shouts, cupping his forehead and groaning. “Listen to me, Heeseung, as your best employee and best friend.”

“Please stop self-titling yourself.”

“As your best employee and best friend!” Jake repeats, following him to the little janitor’s closet he uses as an office. “That girl was most definitely into you, I don’t know why but—“

“Thanks man.”

Jungwon huddles behind Jake in the doorway of the closet. “She looked so familiar.” He ponders, pinching his chin. “But I mean, if Jake’s right then you should totally go for it! You need to get laid, man.”

“I’d really love it if you guys would go work the register and actually stock some of the new shipment.” Heeseung looks at his friends pitifully. “I haven’t had breakfast today, and my stomachs starting to rumble.”

The two watch as he pulls out a snack pack of cheese and nuts, stuffing his cheeks in front of the computer screen showing visuals of the store. Moving on from the subject as he opens up his emails and lets out a tired sigh.

“Fine Heeseung.” Jake grinds his teeth, glaring at Jungwon. “Enjoy your lunch.”

———————————-

“Ddongy, I’m home.”

Heeseung’s baby bombay cat scampers down the corridor to where he’s still removing his shoes by the door. “Woah woah!” Laughing as he moves around to shut the door behind him, he picks up his 8 month old baby, immediately burying his face into Ddongy’s soft fury stomach. “Ahh, I missed you.”

Making his way to the kitchen, he rubs his cheeks against Ddongy’s, enjoying the purrs his kitten lets out before setting him down on the floor to grab him treats. “I know I know, I’m home late.”

A few of Ddongy’s favorite treats appeases him enough to forgive and forget, at least until dinner time when he’ll be screaming and clawing up Heeseung’s leg to be immediately fed. “Today was a lot.”

Setting his palms against the kitchen counter, he hangs his head. It’s already 6pm, already dark outside, and he’s been up since 5am. Going in to open the store and do most of the work before his friends clock in at 10am for opening, he needs a minute to refresh himself before he can enjoy a hot meal.

Making his way to the bathroom, he begins to strip off his clothes. Tossing his shirt uniform onto a hanger before he turns on the shower. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, something he typically tries to avoid.

It’s been awhile since Heeseung really took the time to look at himself. His eye bags have gotten bigger, cheeks more sunken, skin more pale and sallow, and his hairs nearly half way down his neck. God, he needs to schedule a haircut.

He needs to sleep more. He needs to eat better and stop stuffing his face with instant ramen. He needs to drink water instead of soda. He needs to start washing his face, maybe throw on some skincare every now and then.

He needs to do so much, and yet he can’t find the motivation to.

He needs to get laid.

According to his friends, that should be his first priority. And as much as he hates to agree with them about something so superficial, he can’t say they’re wrong.

“She definitely was not flirting with me.” He says to his reflection, taking in how exhausted he looks one more time before stepping into the shower.

It has been months since he last had sex. Not because he’s not horny and desperate for it, his calloused palms would highly dispute that argument.

Sex can be hard. It shouldn’t be hard to enjoy sex. At least he doesn’t think it should be, and he’s not quite comfortable enough with his sex obsessed friends to admit that. They don’t need to know that he feels more empty mentally than he does physically after he has sex. That he prefers to get off to romantic fanfiction about Genshin Impact characters instead of watching hardcore porn.

They berate him enough for not wanting to hit up clubs or college parties they get invited to. Heeseung’s convinced somethings wrong with him, he hasn’t had a real girlfriend since his freshman year of high school, and that could hardly qualify as a real relationship.

As he scrubs his skin with a washcloth and soap, he really tries to think about what happened today. Namely, he thinks about you. Were you flirting with him? And why couldn’t he pick up on it if you were? Why did he start to feel nauseous and clammy while having a very normal conversation with you? Why does the thought of your smile make his stomach turn, even now, hours later.

He dries off and feeds Ddongy, right on time as his cat paws at the sweats he pulls on and his feet pad over to the kitchen. “Good boy,” he hums, squatting down to scratch down his back. “You’re eating so well Ddongy.”

It’s 8pm now, and Heeseung has to wake up early to open the store again. He sighs and plops into his computer chair. Rubbing the desire to sleep away from his face as he logs onto discord and finds his friends are all active.

MysticWizardFate1015: ‘Going to keep it easy and play Stardew tonight guys.’

Opening up a stream and setting up for his screen to be shared with any viewers that enter, he slouches and turns on the game. Nothing he has to think too deeply about. Simple enough to entice his brain without wanting to keep him up for hours with the need to play.

PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Heeseung, we’ve been talking. After telling Jay about your potential new girlfriend, we agree, she was into you.’

IKEUDICKEU: ‘Yeah dude, fuck this game. We finally have something interesting to talk about on here.’

FingeringMyGuitar02: ‘I hear she’s way out of your league though.’

Heeseung groans, pausing the game to read what his immature friends are going on about. “Guys, come on. This isn’t what I logged on for.”

PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Yes it is. We need to figure out how to get you a girlfriend.’

FingeringMyGuitar02: ‘She sounds like your type though! And Jake looked up the last email you typed in, said she does a lot of online shopping. If she keeps coming back into the store then she definitely wants you.’

“Jake, you did what?! That’s—that’s against policy!” Heeseung throws off his headset, grabbing his phone to text Jake separately.

IKEUDICKEU: ‘It was an accident! I was gonna search myself up to see when I last bought something and her email came up as a recommendation!’

Heeseung grumbles, half buying that lie. Knowing that the ancient POS system they use does for some reason prompt the last thing he typed to pop up whenever he even grazes the keyboard. “Jake, my office, tomorrow.”

IKEUDICKEU: ‘Dude, you know we both can’t fit in there.’

PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Anyway, she lives only a few blocks away from the store. I’ll try to find more information, but she might use a pseudonym online because the name she registered with isn’t coming up with shit.’

“This is stalking!” Heeseung shouts, startling Ddongy and quickly apologizing. “Please, let’s be normal here! She probably has a boyfriend.”

IKEUDICKEU: ‘Does that mean you’re interested in finding out?’

PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Yeah, fuck all of this for a second Hee. Are you attracted to her? Would you be interested in a girl like that if she is into you?’

“I..” leaning back into his gaming chair, he rubs at his temples. Closing his eyes shut to really think about what he’s going to say. The same smile that’s been plaguing the back of his mind all day reappears. Biting down on his lip to stop himself from reacting, he slips down into his seat. Rolling his eyes up to look at the ceiling. “I find her very attractive.”

IKEUDICKEU: ‘Great! That’s all we needed to hear.’

———————————-

To say that today has started off terribly would be an understatement.

Ddongy decided that 3am was a perfect time to catch a case of the zoomies. Racing around the living room bouncing off the walls and waking Heeseung up.

Of course he fell asleep at the computer after arguing with his friends about his nonexistent love life for another hour until they all logged off and decided to meet up to get burgers. He passed, knowing that he’d have to wake up at the crack of dawn to drive himself to work.

Making Ddongy give him kisses despite how he writhed in his hands, he laughed, and stumbled right into his kitchen table stubbing his toe. Clasping a hand across his mouth to stop himself from shouting out a pained howl. He hopped around on one foot, his other throbbing as he reached the kitchen counter and Ddongy tilted his small kitten head in confusion watching his owner hunch over and whimper into his hand.

On top of his back cracking a hundred different ways from sleeping in the most foul of positions, he limped to his car after getting an hour of sleep in his actual bed. Deciding to leave a little early to grab himself a hot coffee before heading into work. That would definitely set his day straight, some strong hot caffeine.

Or at least it would have, if he hadn’t misplaced his store keys and hadn’t fumbled the paper cup in his hold as he reached into the bottom of his backpack in search of the keys.

This time he let out an anguished frustrated cry, echoing out into the empty parking lot as hot coffee drenched his pants.

“Fuck!! FUCK!!” He shouted, jumping up and down in place to shake the liquid off.

There’s just no way he can make today any better. Not with rent due at the end of the month, not with the electricity bill being higher than it ever is, not with the $8 he wasted on coffee only to paint his pants with.

Now he’s sulking over a small cup of instant brew, failing to convince himself that it doesn’t taste like pure dirt water. This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.

And he should know better than to speak too soon.

“Riwoo, how many times do I have to tell you that you cannot open up a trading card set until you pay!” Heeseung hates raising his voice, especially at work. He tries to keep it at a whispered tone, peering over the shelves at Jake who’s been playing a game on his phone behind the register ever since he clocked in an hour ago.

Don’t ever hire your friends.

“Shut up Lee,” this damn snarky kid has the audacity to scoff at him. “You know I have the money.”

“That doesn’t matter Riwoo!” The entrance chimes again, but he doesn’t look. Too flustered as he follows after one of the many teenagers that insists on making his life a living hell. “You cannot open that set until you pay!”

“Here!” Riwoo shouts, hurling a twenty dollar bill at him. “Damn.”

“At the register!” Heeseung gripes, reminding himself to breathe.

“Holy shit!” Riwoo jumps onto the tips of his feet, victoriously raising up a Charizard GX card. One that immediately draws Heeseung’s eye and gathers drool around his tongue. “And this my friends! Is why I continue to put up with this fucking nerd!” He turns around, holding the card up like a trophy with spread open lifted arms.

“T-that’s a rare Charizard.” He says more to himself. Slowly reaching for the card only for Riwoo to snatch it away, furrowing his eyebrows angrily.

“I know that idiot, don’t touch!”

“No no!” Heeseung stammers, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. “Here, take your money back, you cannot leave this store with that Pokémon set.”

“The hell I can’t!” Riwoo runs away down the aisle, making Heeseung chase after him. He moves to the next row to stop him, only to be met with a foot slamming into his shin. The same one leading down to his stubbed toe, he cries out. Dragging down a bunch of games lined up on a shelf nearby as he falls down to his knees and the stupid kid runs past him flipping him off. “Fucking loser!”

The door's bells chime a few times, probably all of his friends running out after him to cheer him on. Heeseung catches his breath, sitting on his ass and rubbing his shin.

God, that was embarrassing..

“Dude.” Jake frowns at him, coming to stand in front of him. “That was embarrassing.”

“I’m aware.” Heeseung mumbles, glaring at his best friend for not even offering to help him stand up.

“Yeah, mostly because that girl came in.” Jake continues, fussing with his hair. “Something about a thank you card for yesterday.” He motions toward the register. “And she saw you chasing around that 15 year old..”

“What?!” Heeseung jumps to stand, hissing and cradling his shin. Large eyes darting around the store in search of your face.

“I dunno, she uh, left after Riwoo ran out.” Frowning at the older, he pats his shoulder. “Was nice to dream. For what it’s worth, I really do think she was into you before she saw you bullying a kid.”

“I was not bullying him!” Stomping over to the register with his one good leg, mostly hobbling, he grabs his keys. Pausing when he spots a hot pink envelope with the nicest cursive writing he’s seen spelling out ‘Thank You’.

“Is this from her?” Picking up the envelope to inspect it, he sniffs. Catching a trace of sweetness, something sugary and clean. Is that perfume?..

“Yeah, told you, she had some excuse about wanting to thank the manager for the discount yesterday.” Jake waves it off like no big deal. Informing Heeseung that he’ll be taking his 15 minute break(that will inevitably be 30 minutes) even though he just clocked in an hour ago.

“A thank you note?” Wrinkling his eyebrows together, he leans against the register counter. The pain going up his shin slowly fading as he does his best to gently tear open the pink folded paper.

Pulling out two papers folded together inside, he opens them to find your writing.

‘Great wizard, I’ve scoured the lands in search of assistance for centuries now. My breed has been on the decline, and I, without a mate, cannot reproduce to assist my dying population.

I ask for your help now wizard of mystic and illusions to guide me and direct my way to a successful future.

(btw included a sketch I made of my costume a few years ago! pls don’t laugh!! I’m way better at drawing now!! ;~;)’

Heeseung quickly pulls out the next page, jaw dropping at the drawing. It’s clearly you, with a wolf skull on your head, more strings and straps on your figure than actual clothing, and a deadly looking bow and arrow across your back. His fingers drag down the drawing to the boots you’ve drawn, decorated with sharp canine teeth along the sides. He can picture you wearing this, and once again he purses his lips annoyed, arching his neck back to glare at the ceiling vent.

“Electricity bill so high for what—“

Cool air hits his face silencing him. Licking at his lips, he drags a sweaty palm down his pants still carrying the smell of coffee. Rubbing his stomach that feels more like wings fluttering and beating against his insides than actual nausea.

Now why would butterflies be erupting in his stomach?

“Oh fuck.”

Heeseung wipes at the back of his neck, fanning his shirt off of his chest. He’s being ridiculous, he’s too old to have a crush! What even is a crush? Reddit might know.

There’s no way he’s about to hop onto Reddit to fucking seek advice on this.

Why is my throat tightening up? Am I getting sick? Or did I just fall in love?

God, he’s screwed. And his shin really hurts. Enough to make him want to permanently ban Riwoo from ever entering this store again. Not that he will, unfortunately he’s all too familiar with Riwoo’s family situation. He and his mother have been squatting at a hotel a few blocks away for over a month now, only barely finding a room to share with his brother. That damn Pokémon card could be the highlight of his year, whereas it's a mere blow to Heeseung’s ego.

“Whatever.” Tossing his phone down after searching through different threads, he’s positive he’s not developing feelings. Maybe all the shitty convenience food that makes up 95% of his diet has finally caught up to him. Yeah, that’s probably it.

“Alright, I’m out of here.” Jake announces after taking his lunch. Once again reiterating that Heeseung really needs to post a ‘help wanted’ sign, or online advertisements.

“Have a hot date tonight.” He says proudly. Licking two of his fingers before he drags them across his eyebrows to smooth them down. “Girl with these tig ‘ole bitties.” He cups around his chest, squishing his eyebrows together. “Moved into my building, and fuck man, I need to get some of that.”

Jake’s probably one of his horniest friends, ever since they entered high school he’s been on a mission to shove his dick inside of any hole that will host him. When he’s not thinking about sex, he’s thinking about the last time he had sex, or looking up new positions he hasn’t tried yet. His mind screams for sex sex sex, directing most of the conversations they have to talk about sex.

Heeseung sighs, shrugging, he waves off his friend. “Hey dude,” Jake pauses before heading out. Tugging a red velvet beret onto his head. “Sorry I won’t be able to catch your stream tonight, but you should skip it and get some rest. You look like shit..”

Reaching past the register, he squeezes Heeseung’s shoulder and makes his way out of the store, bouncing on balls of his feet before jumping into the air and clicking his ankles together. All that Heeseung can think while watching his friend leave is what a shame it is that he refuses to get into D&D.

He’d make a great gnome.

The rest of the night goes pretty easy, allowing him ample time to clean up the mess he created earlier while chasing Riwoo around. He finishes stocking the shipment that came in yesterday. Eyeing the time before deciding he can shut off the register and outdoor lights to start working on a new display. This might be one of his favorite parts of the job.

Unraveling his headphones that are hanging on for dear life, he slots them into his ears and plugs in his phone. The best part about working a double shift from open to close is definitely how quiet and peaceful the store feels. It’s the one time Heeseung really gets to enjoy one of the many playlists he creates only to ignore 5 days out of the week and leave playing as low volume tunes while he games.

Tonight’s playlist of 2000s club hits really titillates him, working through cleaning and wiping down the area he’s going to set out the latest Mario Kart game. He’s been dealing with the layout and design through emails all week with Nintendo corporate. They’re more particular and demanding than they should be given the revenue they pull in and how effortlessly their games fly off the shelves.

He pauses to look over the display photos they’ve sent over before diving into cutting boxes open. He’ll have to get this done pretty fast if he wants to get home on time to feed Ddongy before it’s too late and his baby ignores him for the rest of the night.

“Oh, this is my song!” He mumbles to himself. Pulling out different cut outs of Mario and Princess Peach to set up. His hips shimmy along to the music blasting from his headphones, moving with a mind of their own as he sings along.

‘She’s nothing like the girl you’ve ever seen before! Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood whore!’ Picking up the box cutter he’s been using, he slides it shut. Raising the tool closer to his lips to sing into it like a mic. ‘I’m trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful!’

He slides down the aisle and back again, eyes shut, lifting one of his arms up and rolling his hips into a circle. ‘The way that booty moving I can’t take no more! Have to stop what I’m doing so I can pull her close!’

Spinning on his foot, he wraps around the air in front of him. Shoving his hips forward to mimic himself grinding against another body on the dance floor. ‘I’m trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful!!’

Right as the beat drops, he stomps and breaks into a dance through the aisle. Squeezing his eyes shut while throwing his hips from side to side. ‘Damn girl!’ Heeseung throws his head back, tossing his head around. His messy unstyled hair flops with him. ‘Damn you’s a sexy b—‘ lifting a hand to his mouth, he covers it before getting the curse word out. ‘Damn you’s a sexy—ahh!!’

Straightening his neck, his eyes flicker open, landing on your amused smile at the end of the aisle. His feet cross, ankles twisting together and before Heeseung can even process what’s just happened, his phone flies from his pocket into the air. The wires of his headphones latched onto a part of the display sticking out, ripping the buds from his ears. Pain shoots through his shin once again as he lands fully onto his knees inside of one of the boxes he’s opened. Crushing Wario’s face as the cardboard digs into the front of his shin and knee and he lets out an anguished cry.

“Oh my God!”

Oh this day. This day could not get worse.

Heeseung’s shin is officially down 2 points now, when he was never even aware of the scoreboard to begin with. He slumps back into the display set up, clutching his leg up to his chest and hissing. “I’m so sorry—I thought maybe you’d heard me come in! The door was unlocked!”

Blinking up, he can’t believe it’s you again. Especially since you came by earlier unbeknownst to him and got to witness a 15 year old handing him his own ass on a platter. “Huh?!”

Too tired and beyond mortified to process what the hell you’re rambling about. He rolls up his jeans and curses under his breath. Of course he scrapped the first layer of skin right off of his knee, that would explain the throbbing. “Oh my God that looks terrible, where’s your first aid kit?!” You ask frantically.

Shoving his pants back down, he nods toward the break room entrance. Grabbing onto the shelf of games nearby to pull himself up. Your hands hover near his torso, reaching for his free arm while insisting to help him stand. “Please please I’m really sorry about this! I really thought you heard the door chime.”

Ah shit. He didn’t lock the doors. “I should have, I don’t know—I should have!” You continue to ramble. Dragging your fingers through your hair in a rather anxious and crazed manner. Wide eyes bouncing around the store for an escape or something to hide under.

“It’s okay.” He says quietly, gently taking your wrists and moving your hands away from pulling at your hair. “I had my headphones on—“

Pausing mid-sentence, he slowly blinks. Picturing the smile on your face when he spotted you leaning against one of the shelfs watching him dance like a complete fool to Sexy Bitch. Oh God.

“How long have you been here?” He wearily asks, not really wanting to hear an answer.

“Five?.. Seven minutes?” You shrug nervously. Picking up his phone for him to make sure he didn’t crack the screen.

“I don’t always do that.” He mumbles, internally convulsing. He nods as a thank you as he accepts his phone. “We’re supposed to be closed..”

“I know, I’m sorry, I should have known that—honestly though, you dance really good!”

Ugh.

Heeseung grimaces, looking away and scratching at his Adams apple. His knee throbs harder, imploring him to grab ice from the fridge. The walk up the stairs to his apartment is gonna blow harder than usual tonight.

“You said the first aid is back here?” Moving around him, you point toward the door leading to the break room. Shooting his eyes open he follows behind you, hobbling on one foot.

“You can’t go back there!”

“Why?..”

“You don’t work here!” He says adamantly, swallowing when you begin to squint at him. “Company policy..”

“Don’t you like.. own this place?” You ask, continuing to question him with your gaze. Heeseung nods, pushing the break room door open.

“You’re right, I guess it doesn’t matter..”

Moments like this really set in how right his friends are about him. He’s an uptight hardass nerd that could benefit from a night out, dancing with real women instead of the ones he only imagines. “I mean, if you really aren’t okay with me being here right now, I can leave.” You murmur, anxiously fiddling with your fingers. “I just feel really bad about your leg.”

“It’s okay, you can come back here. I’ll allow it.” Turning his back toward you, he squeezes his eyes mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to himself. Why is he such a dweeb?!

“I really am sorry Heeseung, about startling you like that. I should have came by earlier but I got busy with some last minute errands.” You wave off, looking around the small break room.

Limping to the bathroom, he comes back to the table where the guys usually eat their meals. Dumping the first aid kit open with a look of confusion. “We close at 8.”

“I know—I—I know that.” You stammer a little, picking up a few of the alcohol swab packets. “Can I?”

Heeseung eyes you apprehensively, chewing his bottom lip for a few seconds before nodding and perching his bottom against the table. Setting his leg onto one of the chairs, he hisses as he rolls his jeans back up and winces at the sight of his scuffed knee, already beginning to swell with a bruise. Great.

“Here I thought I was going to make you feel better.” Muttering under your breath, you grab a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Moving down onto your knees for a better view of his leg. He hisses as you start to clean off his wound, apologizing with each swipe.

“Wh-what are you doing here this late? I thought you came in today already?” Taking this chance to get a good look at your face while you focus, he really starts to study your features. Much like the other day you have on some makeup, eyeliner and mascara. A little of that glowly stuff on your cheeks and nose bridge. And your lips, they’re cutely shaped, almost like a heart. More pronounced by whatever tint and sparkly gloss you have on. His mouth tweaks to one side, the only thought running through his mind is how pretty you are. Even as you dab the deeper part of his cut with an alcohol swab that burns and makes him shiver.

You’re pretty. You’re really pretty.

Too pretty for him.

“So yeah, I tried talking to that kid. Riwoo?”

Wait what? Snapping himself out of his thoughts he focuses on your voice, looking away when you look up at him. “When he ran out, I went after him to see if he’d cut me a deal.”

“What??” He sits up straight. Hissing as he shoves his jeans back down and moves away from the table. “You talked to Riwoo? Why?”

“Well, for the Charizard card—

There is absolutely no way this day could get worse. It’s almost laughable, except it’s way too embarrassing, and if he ever had a chance with you he undoubtedly ruined that after this day.

“The Charizard card.” He repeats monotonously. Eyes darting to your hands diving into your bag.

“Riwoo wouldn’t sell me his.. I really tried to bargain with him but, I did some digging around online and actually found a guy in town with the exact same card.”

“T-that’s a secret rare Charizard GX card.” He thinks his lips move to say, maybe that’s his voice speaking. But all that he can focus on is the colors beaming back at him under the break room's fluorescent lights, blurring the wishful look on your face from behind the piece of expensive paper you’re holding up for him.

“Yeah, I really hope it’s legit cause,” you laugh awkwardly, stretching your arm out toward him. “It’s yours.”

“What?!” He stumbles back, raising his hands away from the card. Huffing a mildly terrified laugh at the idea of accepting such an outrageous offer. “For h-how much??”

“Oh, I wasn’t—I’m not charging you anything! You seemed like you really wanted this.” You shrug, capturing your bottom lip to bite on. “Here, please, take it.”

Shaking the card at him, his eyes go wide enough to fall out. Shaking his head rapidly, he waves his arms in dismay. “You’re crazy, I can’t accept that?!”

“Why?? Is it fake??”

“No!” Reaching to pull on his hair, he stares at the card in disbelief. Slowly dragging his gaze from the pretty manicured designs on your nails to the bracelets you have on, your slouchy sweater, and then to your pretty pretty face. So freaking pretty.

A pretty girl offering him a rare Charizard GX as if it’s a fucking piece of gum. This day could actually not get any crazier.

“I really cannot accept that. Thank you though.”

The small amount of hope on your face crumbles, dragging the corners of your lips down as you nod and put the card back away inside of your wallet of all places. His teeth grind, holding himself back from saying anything about how you should be taking care of such a rare card. “I should uh, clean up the mess I made.” Motioning to exit the break room, he steps back for you to step out first. Turning the lights off and jingling the store keys in his pocket.

“It’s really late now..” you mention, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Can I at least drive you home? For all the trouble I’ve caused?”

Heeseung’s mouth opens to reply, ready to shake his head ‘no’ until he thinks about Ddongy meowing at him this morning.

His baby!

“Ddongy!” He panics. Quickly shoving the boxes of the display aside to clear the path of the aisle.

“What?”

“My cat!” Tugging at his hair again, he jogs to the registers to make sure they’re turned off. “I have to go! He hasn’t ate since morning!

“Oh my God..” you say in awe, following him around as he runs from corner to corner of the store checking all the plugs. “You have a cat..”

Coming to a stop to look at you, he laughs to pretend like he didn’t just act like some crazy cat dad. “Uh, yeah I do.”

“Ddongy?” Hiding your smile, you pull out keys from your pocket. Dangling them with that same hopeful look on your face from before. “Can I please take you home to feed your cat?

Heeseung can feel his ears start to burn up, smoothing his hair down over them, he’s suddenly thankful that he’s been too lazy and busy to schedule a haircut. He can’t really turn you down again right? Then you’d really think that he has zero interest in getting to know you.

“Sure.”

Sure this sounds like a good idea, until he walks outside with you and remembers to lock the store doors this time, turning around to see his lonesome car parked alone in the lot. He pretends to not notice and follows you, albeit still limping, he keeps up with your pace with a forced smile on his face. “You really don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.” You grin, jogging to open the passenger door for him. The smile on your face growing to a large one stretched from ear to ear. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll let me meet Ddongy.”

Heeseung lets his back melt into your cushy furry leopard seat covers. Darting his eyes all over, he counts the different Hello Kitty air fresheners you have. Takes a deep breath of how nice and floral your car smells. “So, where to?”

Rubbing his sweaty palms down the tops of his thighs, he starts listing out directions. Not living too far away from the store, you mention that he’s only a couple of streets away from you. “Guess we would have run into each other eventually.”

“Yeah, uhm, yeah maybe.” Trying to stay calm, he avoids eye contact when you park. “Well, thank you for driving me home.”

“Aw come on Heeseung! I wanna meet Ddongy!” You whine, making his chest shrivel from inside.

“Right right, okay. He might be cranky because I’m late and he’s a little weird around strangers still..”

“Well I’m great with animals!” Skipping behind him, you follow him up the stairs to his apartment, each step shooting painful pangs up his leg. For once he feels grateful that he lives in such an old building and won’t have to take an awkward elevator ride with you. Humming and keeping his gaze focused on his feet to cover up his heavy breathing.

“Sorry if it’s a mess, I wasn’t expecting any guests.” Unlocking the front door, he can already hear Ddongy’s claws scratching down the wood floor as he runs akin to a bat out of hell down the hallway toward his owner. Releasing a cried meow, he paws at Heeseung’s legs before he can fully step out of his shoes. “I know buddy, I know. I’m late, again.” He sighs, reaching under Ddongy’s arms to scoop him up as he stands.

“Oh my Gosh! He’s precious!” You squeal, making grabby hands by your chin. Not wanting to startle his cat the way you got Heeseung earlier, you enter inside behind him, following his lead with removing your shoes. “He looks like Toothless!”

A smile pokes out his cheek dimples, rubbing one of his kittens ears flexing around on airplane mode when you speak. “Yeah, he kind of does.” Ddongy squirms in his arms, reminding him that he needs to eat, now. “Come on, I’ll let you give him a treat.”

Leading you to the kitchen, he sets Ddongy down to feed him. Taking out a few treats, he hands you 2 of them and nods for you to offer them to his cat. “He needs to get used to your scent.” Heeseung yawns, raising an eyebrow when Ddongy eats right out of your palm and rubs his cheeks against the back of your hand.

“Pffft…this cat.”

“Aw he likes me.” The same smile you’ve had on the entire way home beams up at him. “Like father like son.”

Heeseung chokes on his spit, setting Ddongy’s food down before he lifts up to stretch his back, reaching for the cabinet above him for support. “You must be tired.” You say, scratching Ddongy’s back and tail before standing up. “It’s late, daddy needs to eat and sleep too.”

Again, he struggles to swallow his own spit, letting out an awkward laugh. He smooths his hair over his ears again. “Not trying to kick you out or anything, you’re welcome to stay.”

“Oh? Am I?” Tilting your head to one side, your smile turns more flirtatious with raised eyebrows. He has to look away, scratching at his chest.

“God, I’m so rude, huh? Would you like anything to drink? Water? Soda?” He frets, rushing for the fridge to look inside of. Not that he has much to offer.

“That’s okay Heeseung. I’m pretty tired too.” As if on cue, you yawn, covering your mouth with a laugh. “Might stop by tomorrow for that new Mario Kart release.”

“Oh right right.” Shit. He’s going to have to wake up super early to get that display done before the store opens. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you wink, bending down to pet Ddongy rubbing his cheek against your leg. “He must really like me.”

Yeah. Heeseung thinks, fingers itching by his hips to stop you from leaving, unsure of what else he could even say if you were to stay.

He must really like you.

“Night Heeseung, get some rest.” You wave, turning to leave his apartment. He follows after you, waving goodbye. Locking the door when you exit without watching you until you make it to the end of the hallway. That might be too weird, right? He doesn’t want to seem weird.

Then again, you showed up at his job after closing with a rare Charizard GX collector card.. which you likely spent hundreds of dollars on and then offered to him for free.

That’s not necessarily proof that you’re into him, but it definitely makes some convincing evidence if he really sits down to think about it. That and how you offered to patch up his bloody shin, getting down on your knees without a second thought before cleaning off his wound.

And then insisting on driving him home.. begging to meet his cat.. maybe he’s reading too into things.

A knock on his door pulls him from his delusions, peaking through the peephole before he unlocks it, fully expecting to see you again. His eyebrows raise as he opens the door and finds a bag of takeout waiting for him, the delivery guy already on his way back to his car.

‘Make sure you eat something else besides ramen sometimes boss.

-Jakey Jakey’

Heeseung smiles, shutting the door and making his way back to the kitchen. Other than thinking about sex, Jake does remember to be a caring friend sometimes.

———————————-

Nothing wakes you up quite like a ball of furry cat butt in your face.

Heeseung groans, dragging his palms down Ddongy’s back. “Who needs an alarm when I have you, my son.”

And he’s thankful that Ddongy reminds him, whether he’s aware that he does or not, that he needs to head to the store earlier today. The pain shooting up his shin also reminds him that he needs to get going before the train leaves without him.

Making his way to work, he’s shocked to see Jake sitting out front with his face buried in a cup of coffee. “Hee, what took you so long man?”

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you off today?”

Jake jumps up, carrying an extra cup of hot coffee, now mostly lukewarm. “Why’s your car here?”

Heeseung thanks his friend for the coffee, appreciating the small amount of warmth running down his throat. Turning around to look at his car that’s been parked overnight, he smiles and presses the coffee to his lips. “I guess it’s a long story.”

Jake squints at him, raising a curious eyebrow. “We have time.”

It only takes an hour to fix up the display with his friend's help, much faster than he would have been able to alone with the way Jake bounces off the walls as he retells last night's events.

“Dude, she’s totally into you!!” He squeals, running up and down the aisle with his hands waving about. “I can’t believe this! Do you know how much she had to pay for that stupid Pokémon card?! Those things cost a fortune!”

Heeseung hasn’t really considered the fact that you spent money, your own money to get him a Charizard card that he fought a teenager for..

“You think she likes me?”

“Dude, come on man!” Jake squeaks, grabbing onto his shoulders. “You cannot be this dense!” Snapping his fingers, he clutches onto the back of his neck, drawing the taller closer to himself. “I need you to listen to me, and I really mean listen to me.”

Heeseung nods, nervously gulping. “This girl, she’s hot. She’s really attractive man, like..” he bites down on his lip, shaking his head. “She’s so fucking sexy dude.”

Heeseung’s ears burn, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. He’s listening, he is, he’s understanding everything his friend is saying, but accepting how attractive you are is only going to make all of this so much more difficult for him to believe. “Why would she like me?”

Jake sighs, dragging his hands down his shoulders to look him over. The greasy strands of hair hanging over his forehead, his dark eye bags, chapped lips, the same faded uniform shirt he’s worn everyday this week. “Give yourself credit, she likes something about you.”

She likes something about you.

That’s all Heeseung can think about for the rest of the day as he sorts through go backs, damages out returns, and responds to emails from different vendors and suppliers. You like something about him.

Maybe you like something about him..

He’s thankful that Jake decided to come in today, the extra help was more needed than he thought. And driving himself home felt like a huge relief after working all day. The extra long hot shower he took was even more necessary than he realized, making him question if he should really hire a couple of more employees.

Not that he can afford to.

After feeding Ddongy and making himself a proper meal(albeit with some of the leftovers from the food Jake got him) he sits down at his computer chair. Getting comfortable before logging on to find none of his friends online. “Oh.”

Shrugging, he cracks his knuckles and turns on a live stream anyway. Maybe they’ll show up eventually, or maybe they’re all busy, having actual lives to attend to..

League of Legends sounds like the perfect option to lose himself in tonight. His eyes burn as he stares at the screen and becomes engrossed in the game, not even noticing when a new user enters the stream.

Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Hey!’

The sound of a new message startles him, glancing down, he squints as something peeking out from under his keyboard catches his attention and he pauses the game.

Charizard beams back at him when he moves his keyboard aside and he can’t stop a smile from pushing the apples of his cheeks up. “Wow.”

Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Playing league tonight?’

The chat startles him again, glancing at the screen to see that a few of his online gaming friends have joined, along with a newcomer. “That’s a username I don’t recognize.”

He says out loud, reading it over quickly before leaning back to look at the card sliding between his fingers.

Lycanthropegoddess: ‘What do you have there?’

Lifting the card up for his camera to focus on, he grins and chuckles. Shaking his head before throwing himself back into his gaming chair. “Chat, I can’t believe this.”

TheNextFaker420: ‘Is that a fucking Charizard GX?!’

“It is!” He laughs, setting the card down to stay up against his computer screen. “I—I met someone, I think.”

The few usernames he recognizes in the chat all type quickly, questioning what he’s stuttering about. “A girl.” He says, patting his cheeks that suddenly feel warm. “A girl came into work this week and—“

Hooning02: ‘Whatttt? You finally got some?’

“No no,” sinking into his chair, he plays with his bottom lip. Chewing on the plush skin as he thinks about your conversation from the previous night. “I don’t know what to do, she’s way out of my league..”

Hooning02: ‘Okay what’s new? Is she down to fuck or what?’

Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Do you like her?’

Heeseung reads the new messages that pop up, not fully focusing as he thinks about the way you blew on his cut and patched him up. “I like her. I really think I like her, a lot.” He finally admits, mostly to himself. Picking up the Charizard card, he gently traces at the character's photo, biting back a smile.

TheNextFaker420: ‘Well! Quit being a pussy dude! Ask her out.’

Lycanthropegoddess: ‘You should definitely ask her to hang out, maybe grab a coffee!! Girls love coffee.’

Hooning02: ‘Nah man, go straight for fucking. Dating is useless if she’s way too hot for you! She’ll just use you for a few good meals.’

Lycanthropegoddess: ‘No no! You’re cute, I am sure she would really love to get to know you better first!’

Heeseung drags his fingers through his freshly washed hair, stressed out by the differing amounts of advice popping up in the chat. “Worse that can happen is she says no?” He frowns, poking at the Charizard card.

You wouldn’t have just gifted him something like this for no reason? What are the chances that you’re actually just a really nice person? He has to ask him if people this nice still exist.

“Ask her out?” He questions, reading through the chat again.

Lycanthropegoddess: ‘What do the two of you have in common? Maybe you could invite her to do something you share an interest in! Does she play video games?’

“Actually, we have a few things in common..” he blinks slowly, as if realizing for the first time that you both enjoy cosplaying. At least to some extent. You definitely like video games, and you must have some type of knowledge about Pokémon. “She does play video games.”

Lycanthropegoddess: ‘That’s great! What about going to an arcade?’

Hooning02: ‘Don’t do it man, I’m telling you now that it’s going to be a waste of time.’

Heeseug checks the time, fighting back a yawn as he contemplates asking you to hang out, maybe for a date. Maybe as friends, friends go to an arcade..

“I’ll let you all know how it goes.” He nods, picking Ddongy up who has been pawing at his ankle for the last 5 minutes. “Have to work again tomorrow. I should really head to bed now.”

Lycanthropegoddess: ‘Take my advice mystic wiz! You’ll never know if you don’t give it a shot!’

———————————-

“Jungwon, I hate asking but I’m a bit short on rent this month.”

Heeseung doesn’t just hate asking his friend for money, he absolutely loathes it. He should be on top of all of the stores bills and finances, but here he is instead, asking a guy who meows on stream to lend him a thousand dollars.

“You still owe me from last month, Heeseungie.” He says, pinching one of the olders cheeks to add more humiliation to this situation. Jungwon’s dimples poke deep into his cheeks, making Heeseung wonder if he’d get more viewers with the help of such a cute and endearing feature. “Gonna have to start charging you with an interest rate.”

Heeseung grunts, sighing when the younger motions for him to do a little dance with some extra cuteness to convince him.

A humiliation ritual to earn his money. “Please, I wanna see some Geppetto moves here!” He giggles, propping his chin onto his palms as his superior dances like a fool for him. He’ll lend him the money of course, but getting to watch Heeseung jump around like a Leprechaun isn’t something he’s willing to pass up. “Alright alright, that was great. Now twerk a little.”

“Jungwon.” Heeseung says firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Alright alright hyung, I know. Times are tough, you know I’ll spot you.” He jeers, poking at the olders chest. “You’re just too cute when you get desperate. Oh and—“ glancing past Heeseung’s shoulder, he pats his chest, shoving him to turn around.

Really, your timing is impeccable. Always showing up when he’s at his lowest. At least the smile you’re forcing tells him that you feel somewhat bad for him, he hopes.

“Looks like we have a customer.” Jungwon chuckles from behind him, heading back to the register.

“You’re a pretty good dancer!” You obviously rush to say, trying to lessen the blow of embarrassment. Pursing his lips together, he clasps his hands and makes himself smile.

“What brings you in today?”

“The new Mario Kart, remember?”

Oh right, as if the scar forming on his leg wasn’t enough of a reminder. He walks with you over to the display, subtly checking out the sparkly gemstones on your bottoms that spell out ‘juicy’. Quickly darting his gaze away to not appear to be staring at your ass, he clears his throat. “You accidentally left the Charizard card at my desk by the way..”

“Wasn’t an accident.” You state confidently. Leaning against the new display with a copy of Mario Kart in hand. “By the way, did you read my thank you note?”

“Oh.” Clearing his throat, he tries to ignore the flush of heat rising up his cheeks. Leaning opposite of you on the display as well to see cool and calm. “Yeah, I did, uh.”

Think fast Heeseung. Don’t fuck this up.

“Actually, this weekend I am meeting up with one of my friends.” He informs, beginning to speak animatedly with his hands. “He needs help making a staff before we go back out to Eagle Stone next month.”

“What’s Eagle Stone?”

“Oh, it’s that place in the next town over I was telling you about before. Some of us who do live action roleplay meet out there once a month to update the game—“

“You mean larping, right?” You smirk, the sparkly lipgloss you have on really popping. Heeseung nervously licks his lips, reaching up to smooth his hair down onto his ears.

“The drawing of your design, for your druid—“

“Druidess.” You correct, twirling your hair around one of your jewelry adorned fingers.

“Yes yes, uhm, your bow and arrow. If you want to come with us, I can help you with building it?” He suggests cautiously, preparing himself for your rejection.

“This weekend? You, me, and a friend of yours?” Tilting your head to one side curiously, your lips pout. “Where exactly are you going?”

“It’s this woodwork shop on the other side of town, not too far from here.”

“Did you want to get coffee before?” Raising an eyebrow, you lean in closer. “Or like, after?”

Heeseung shrugs, shaking his head. “I don’t think so, I have to swing by to pick up Gyu first, and then I’m going to help him with his costume—“

“Oh okay,” you sigh, hiding the disappointment in your voice with a small smile. “Sounds cool, I’m free. Wanna text me the address?”

Holding your phone out for him, you motion for him to add his number to your contacts. Heeseung nods, smearing his palms down the front of his shirt before shakily typing in his number and shooting himself a text. The buzz in his pocket shivers up to his spine, switching on a lightbulb in his head.

He has your phone number now. This is progress.

“I’ll see you this weekend then, Heeseung. Maybe I’ll get lucky enough to see more of your moves.” You wink, standing up straight to head to the register and make a purchase. The reason you came in today, allegedly.

Breathily laughing, he imagines himself melting into a pool of goo for you to stomp through and splash around the walls. Using his mortification as paint for everyone to know how badly he could simply die right now. Not to be dramatic.

“I’ll text you the address.” He coughs, rubbing one of his cheeks on his shoulder in attempt to brush away his blush.

“I’ll be waiting.”

———————————-

“Why would you invite a girl?” Beomgyu huffs, arms crossed together tightly over his chest where he sits to Heeseung’s side.

Reaching over to check his friend's seatbelt before he heads off, he groans, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. “She plays.”

“So what, you know I don’t do well with new people.”

Heeseung sighs, driving down to the freeway to get them across town to the craft store they frequent. He has some good coupons to put to use today to start working on a new cape and hat design. “She’s really easy to get along with, easy to talk to. I swear.”

“Whatever.” Beomgyu pouts, wrinkling between his eyebrows. Shifting his body away, he glares outside of the window and ices Heeseung out the entire drive over. Typical, he hates when plans change without at least a week’s notice.

Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Heeseung wonders what the hell he’s doing. You really seemed so excited over text, and kept mentioning different places to eat in the area that you’ve been wanting to try. He knows Beomgyu wouldn’t want to waste their day at some restaurant, especially with all of his allergies. He’s super cautious of trying out new places.

As much as he’d love to spend more of this day with you, he already had to cancel on Gyu last weekend because Jake wouldn’t cover his shift. He can’t stop himself from thinking that he’s dropping the ball, not that he’s even sure he has it in his hands yet.

“We’re here.” He announces, setting the car into park. “Come on dude, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Truce?”

Beomgyu grumbles, sticking his pinky out for them to settle this little spat with the secret handshake they’ve been doing since they were kids. “Fine fine. She better be cool.”

Heeseung wants to assure him that you are, you’re very cool. Licking over his lips nervously he gets out of the car and immediately hones in on you leaning against a sleek all black jeep. A different car than the one you drove him home in. Also shinier and newer than the piece of junk he’s been driving ever since his parents gifted him a car for his 16th Birthday.

“Hey!” He says much too excitedly, clearing his throat. “I mean, glad you made it.”

Beomgyu lightly shoves into his side, maintaining the stance of his arms crossed to express his annoyance. “This is Gyu.” Laughing nervously he introduces the two of you. Quickly suggesting you both head into the store when Beomgyu doesn’t reciprocate your greeting.

“This is really cool, I didn’t want to head inside without you but I was searching around online.” You share, sticking to his side that Beomgyu isn’t occupying. “Haven’t done any really thought out crafting projects in a while.”

Heeseung motions for you to follow him over to the part of the store used to host classes. He’s been to a few with his friends before to learn more when it comes to building and crafting. Only, he was less interested in utilizing this new skill for furniture assimilation and more for making tools from scratch that could be useful during battle. He did also build a cat tower for Ddongy.

“Did you bring any sketches?” He asks, setting down the backpack he brought along.

“Yeah I did!” Beomgyu scoffs under his breath as you dig into your bag for a small sketchbook. Forcing an unimpressed frown when you open up the designs you’ve come up with for a bow and arrow.

“These are great!” Heeseung drags his finger over the sketches. Nodding and smiling big before snapping his fingers. “You want it to be fully functional?”

“Well, ideally yes.”

“Alright.” He hums, pinching his chin as the wheels in his head begin to spin. “Green wood is pretty flexible, will make your bow harder to break. But for shooting, if you’re really looking for speed, it’s not the best. You’d want properly dried wood for a real fast shooting bow.” Searching for a pen in his bag, he scribbles down a few notes on a blank page in your sketchbook.

“Wow, you really know what you’re talking about..” you breathily laugh. Raising his eyebrows to look at you, he gulps. The same rush of heat he felt at the store returns when he stares at your teeth digging into your plump bottom lip. Pursing his lips together to smile, he hopes his cheeks aren’t reflecting how hot they feel.

Hiding his nerves with a cough, he softly laughs. “Hah yeah..”

“Ugh.” Beomgyu groans, rolling his eyes. “I need a dried down wood for my staff. I don’t want anything flexible.” He huffs, nose scrunched.

“Gyu’s a warlock.” Heeseung informs, rubbing at his nape. “We’re making him one with a dragon on top because he’s kind of like Lord of the Rings obsessed.

“It’s not a dragon, Heeseung!” Beomgyu exclaims, whipping out his phone to enlarge a photo. “It’s Sauron’s helmet!”

“Yeah but it looks like a dragon.” Heeseung mumbles.

“That’s soo cool. Oh my God, I bet it’s going to turn out awesome!” You compliment, turning the pages in your sketchbook. “I’m a druidess, wolf hybrid.”

Beomgyu frowns, refusing to admit that your sketches are really good. Even if he wants to ask you for tips and advice. “You know, a female druid.” You continue, snapping his round eyes to look at you.

“I know what a druidess is!” He grouches. “I wasn’t born yesterday!” Turning away, he stomps down through the closest aisle. Pretending to look at the different nail sizes, as if he knows the differences between any of them.

“Sorry about him, he can be a little—“

“It’s okay, I get it.” You nod, setting your sketchbook down again. “So, green wood? Is that what you were saying?”

Heeseung tries to ignore how your gaze continues to focus on him as he explains that you’ll need to debark and smooth down the wood to avoid getting splinters. Offering to measure everything for you to ensure the bow and arrow are a good size for your frame, he regrets his decision when you move to stand in front of him and arch forward with your chest perked out. “Like this?”

Moving his gaze away at lightning speed, he nervously laughs. Digging around to find his measuring tape, he moves behind you. “Actually, you should be in your shooting stance for the best configurations..”

“Oh, like this?” Posing as if you actually have a bow and arrow in your hold, you slightly bend at your knees. Turning your face to the side to peer at him from over your shoulder. Heeseung wishes he could pretend that his cheeks aren’t on absolute fire right now, darting his eyes to look at the floor, he nods.

“Good form.”

“Thanks, I’m probably rusty.” You wink, flicking your hair away from your shoulder as you twist your neck to watch him measure the length of your back. Being careful to not actually touch you, he hovers above your shoulders to check the width.

“You’re a bit small.” He notes, jotting down your inches.

“Is that a problem?” You ask, pouting.

Heeseung steps around, eyes going wide as he looks at your face. Slowly dragging his gaze lower to inspect just how small you are, much smaller than him. He could probably easily pick you up..

“Why would that be a problem?” Maybe he’s too much of a nitwit to fully grasp the smirk playing at your lips. And maybe he should actually listen to his friends instead of tuning them out when they try to help him understand how he could flirt better. “Must be fun, you could get tossed around in battle. Your body is the weapon.”

Biting down a smile, you raise an eyebrow as he begins to measure your arms. “Well I know wizards aren’t really useful in battle, imagine what a team we could be? Especially because you’re so strong and big.”

Heeseung dry swallows, stilling his hand before he starts to fan himself. “Me? Strong? Hah. Hardly.”

“Oh come on,” poking at his bicep, you slowly drag your finger down to his forearm. “Who needs to lift weights when you game all day?”

“Uh. I really only game at night.” Following your touch trailing down to his hand, he feels a shiver roll up his spine. Clenching his teeth as you step in closer until your chest is brushing against his.

“We could practice.”

“Practice?” His eyebrows furrow, worried gaze finding yours of amusement. “Practice what?”

“You tossing me around.” Breathily laughing, you wrap around his wrist, lifting your hands up. “You kind of have big hands, bet they’d look huge holding on to me.”

“W-what?” He stutters, licking his lips. Fingers flexing as you set his palm against the center of your stomach and push for him to press against you.

“Wow. You really are big.”

What the hell is happening right now?! Are you still talking about teaming up to battle on the field?! Heeseung’s mouth feels even more dry now, as if he’ll breath out dust if he opens it. Giving himself a minute to think, he repeats your question. “Is that a problem?”

The smirk on your face grows into a smile. Glancing at his palm still flat against your stomach. “I like when it hurts.”

“Battle?!”

“Heeseung, I haven’t got all day!” Beomgyu returns to find you both still fucking around. Grunting and dropping the basket of items he’s acquired to kill time, he grabs onto the tallers shoulders and successfully manages to yank him away from you, thanks to his extra wobbly knees. “You know that I have to get home to give Jarvis his medication!”

Right. Jarvis. Beomgyu’s pet gerbil with high anxiety that he drops a ridiculous amount of money on to keep him calm with overpriced prescription meds. “Right, sorry Gyu.”

Flickering his gaze back and forth between your look of disappointment and his friends angrily furrowed eyebrows, he sighs. “I can make the bow for you, with these measurements. Might take me a few days ‘cause of work.”

“You don’t have to, Heeseung.”

“No no, I want to.” He nods eagerly, grabbing your sketchbook. “Can I borrow this? Just for reference.”

“Of course.” Smiling at him, you squeeze his arm. “That’s really nice of you. Don’t worry about the cost, I can cover it.”

Remembering the coupons in his pocket, he tells himself to find the best deals for supplies to make you the best bow and arrow. It takes another hour of Beomgyu glaring at the two of you rambling about different video games you both play, explaining all the different charms on your purse, how you already hate your new apartment because your neighbors are sooo rude and loud.

Heeseung squints a bit when you mention your complex's name, swearing to himself that that’s a really expensive area only really wealthy people can afford to live in. Jungwon did say you don’t live too far from the store.. but for some reason he hadn’t assumed that meant you lived next to the Equinox and absurdly inflated grocery store next door to it ripping people off and selling twenty dollar smoothies.

Judging by the frustrated and annoyed sounds his friend continuously mutters as you walk through the store, he’s sure Beomgyu wouldn’t agree that you’re easy to talk to. Not that he has spoken to you much, leaving the conversation for only the two of you. Whether or not Gyu agrees, Heeseung can’t deny how his cheeks ache from smiling so much. Even reaching up to rub at them after laughing when you grab a hot glue gun because you need to fix a drawer set that keeps coming apart.

“You can’t use a hot glue gun for that!” Setting it back down, he counts over everything that he’s grabbed for his wizard hat and your bow and arrow. “I can help you build it, if you want.”

“Really?” You smile, clasping your hands together. “You wanna come over?”

“Ah, I can’t today, but maybe later this week?”

Agreeing on setting up another day for him to bring his box of tools over to repair the different boxes of furniture you’ve yet to properly set up, he has no time to let it sink in that he’ll have to be inside of your home. Too distracted by Beomgyu’s little comments and bickering, he decides it’s best to wrap up this shopping venture.

“I’ll text you with updates.” He walks with you back to your car, holding up the large bag of items you purchased. “Progress photos and stuff.”

“Great! I’ll see you soon then?” You ask hopefully, waiting for his answer with your driver door open.

“Definitely sooner than later.” He agrees with a nod, waving you off before packing away the things you both bought into his backseat.

“Didn’t tell me you were inviting your girlfriend.” Beomgyu grumbles as he starts the car.

“What??”

“Not telling me that you’re dating someone is probably more annoying than springing a last minute change of plans, you know.”

“I-I’m not dating her.” He chuckles, eyeing his blushed cheeks in the rearview mirror. Damnit.

“Oh yeah? Then what the hell was that? Because it looked like a date to me, and I was the third wheel!” Scoffing, he lightly shoves Heeseung’s shoulder. “Where did you even find her?”

“I’m not dating anyone Gyu, swear. I would tell you!”

“Does Jake know?” He squints questioningly. Hinting at their rivalry, the two most opposite people he could ever come to know, both being his best friends.

“She comes into the store, that’s how we met.” He clarifies, getting onto the freeway.

“Pft, so he does know.”

“Not technically, we aren’t dating.”

———————————-

Lord Farquaad: ‘Change of plans. We are dating. I think.’

Heeseung grimaces when he sees the username his best friend has him saved under pop up on the screen. Huffing and rolling his eyes.

‘And change that username!! I do not look like fucking Lord Farquaad!!’

DewtheGyu: ‘What the fuck do you mean that you’re dating?! Ugh!’ Quickly rushing to log off from his stream. He calls up Heeseung on discord, immediately met with panic on his face.

“Gyu, it’s—“

“You were lying to me!”

“I wasn’t!! Okay?! I got on live and was talking about everything that happened today and one thing led to another!” Heeseung grabs at chunks of his hair. Pulling tendrils between his fingers with wrinkles lining his forehead. “One of my viewers was really encouraging me to ask her out. So I texted her! And she actually said yes!”

“One of you viewers?!” Beomgyu scoffs. “Who?! Jake?!”

“No no, it’s a new viewer, they’ve been really nice.” Squinting at his closed stream chat, he reads off the username. “Lycanthrope goddess, something like that. I didn’t actually think she’d say yes..”

Beomgyu grunts, glaring at his webcam. “Well! What exactly happened!”

“I texted her, asking if she has plans tomorrow night.” Heeseung recounts, opening his phone to your messages. “And she said she doesn’t.. so I asked if she’d maybe wanna check out that Round One bowling arcade place at the mall after I’m off from work, of course.”

“Ugh, I love Round One.”

“Yeah, me too.” Heeseung nods, smoothing his messy hair. “She—she said yes, that she’d love to go with me.”

“That’s—that’s really good?” Beomgyu mutters, leaning forward with his chin resting on the backs of his hands. “And you really are telling me before Jake?”

“Yes!” Heeseung squeaks, rolling his eyes. “Dude I haven’t been on a date in so long. I don’t know what to do!”

Beomgyu nods, inspecting his friends hunched over defeated position on his computer screen. “I’m coming over, this calls for a makeover.”

“A what?!”

“I dunno, they do it in movies and it always works. As your best friend, I’m going to set you up for success Hee.”

———————————-

Whistles greet him as he arrives to work the next day. Feeling more confident than usual, he walks in with a cup of coffee, managing to keep this one intact and not spilled all over a sidewalk and his jeans.

“Who the hell killed Heeseung?” Jake jeers, stepping out from behind the register to get a good look at him. “And who is this?”

Jungwon blinks over and over again, checking him out from head to toe. “What the hell? What’s that smell?”

Heeseung sniffs the air around himself, sipping his warm coffee. “Used an Amber body wash this morning, I don’t know..”

“You showered? Before work?” Jake raises an eyebrow, circling around him with his arms crossed over his chest. “And you cut your hair, those are new shoes, wore all of your ear piercings too.”

“Is that eyeliner?” Jungwon gets up close to his face, hiking up on his tiptoes. “What the—“

“I have a date.” He says with a small smile, furrowing his eyebrows. “I think.”

“You think?!” Jake dusts him off, whistling again. “You sly dog, please tell me it’s with that hottie that keeps coming in here to flirt with you.”

“She’s not flirting with me.” He rubs at his nape nervously, carrying around the Charizard card you haggled to get him in his pocket. Burning a hole through the material of his pants where it’s pressed to his thigh, in a sturdy card holder, of course. “But yes, I—I asked her out.”

“You asked her out first?” Jake guffaws, smirking. “Now I’m even more impressed.”

“And she said yes?” Jungwon squints, sliding the tip of his finger across the row of hoop earrings lining his earlobe. “You have to make the first move, alright?”

“That’s uhm, kind of what I was hoping we could talk about.” Clearing his throat, he straightens his back out. Rolling his shoulders to appear confident. “It’s been a good while since I’ve gone on a date and I don’t want to blow this.”

Jake hums, pointing at Jungwon and snapping his fingers. “Roleplaying, you’ll be the girl.”

“Ugh! Why do I always have to be the girl?!”

“Because you get on live and rub your nipples for horny fangirls who send you money.” Jake sneers, motioning for them to follow him over to the register. “Heeseung, think about it this way, you already roleplay all of the time. You just have to pretend you’re.. not yourself.”

“But, why would I do that?” He questions, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Am I not good enough?”

“Not really.” Jungwon adds, frowning. “I mean, she’s really hot, and you need to get laid dude.”

As expected, Beomgyu was great at fixing his hair, choosing a well put together outfit that wouldn’t take him too far out of his comfort zone. Helping him pick out what jewelry to adorn his ears with, and even encouraging him to wear a little makeup to cover his blemishes and enhance his most attractive feature.

‘Eyes, girls love eyes. Especially big giant simpy Bambi eyes like yours.’ That’s what he said when Heeseung complained and poked himself with a kohl pencil for the third time this morning while they facetimed and his best friend gave him the last approval on his look.

Jake and Jungwon would be the ones to cover everything else. From the way he greets you, how he walks, when to grab the door for you, what he should pay attention to and how he should ease into flirtation. They spent the rest of the day between assisting customers testing out different scenarios.

What if she wants to eat? What if she’s better at gaming than you? What if she compliments you?

What to do when you start dropping hints, and maybe even invite him over to your place after.

“D-do you really think she’d do that? Isn’t it too soon for a nightcap?” He asks nervously, tugging at the collar of his oversized hoodie.

“Good God man,” Jake sighs, clasping his shoulders. “Whatever you do, don’t ever call a girl inviting you to her place a nightcap, please.”

“I guess it wouldn’t be the worst idea. Gyu said he’d come over to feed and watch Ddongy for a bit while I’m out..”

“I could have done that too.” Jake mumbles, brushing it off quickly when Heeseung reminds him that he’ll need to close the store today since he’s heading out a little earlier than usual.

“Listen, you already made it this far, Heeseung.” Jungwon interrupts them, shooting him a thumbs up. “If she’s into you enough to do some loser shit like go to a mall arcade, then I think you’re solid. Just try to stay cool.”

He grumbles, checking his phone to reply to your texts letting him know you’re ready whenever he is. “Do I look okay?”

“You look great buddy,” Jake smiles, a proud gleam in his eye. “Better than ever. Remember that confidence is key!”

Right. Confidence. Because that’s something that just sprouts up overnight. Replaying all of the advice and tips his friends gave him today, he drives a few blocks down from the store toward your place. The nice rich side of town, making his anxiety rise higher as he enters your street and his jaw drops as he parks at your apartment building.

A brand new complex with condominium’s starting at prices light years out of his range. You must really make a good amount from streaming, or maybe your parents are rich. Maybe that’s something you can discuss over a basket of fries and onion rings.

No. No onion rings, that could make his breath smell bad. Right right, Jake said to avoid smelly foods. Fries should be fine, even as his tummy rumbles and he slowly walks down the hallway on the first floor as you directed him through text messages, stopping at your front door with a cat shaped welcome mat, winking at him teasingly.

Wait. That’s not a Goddamn cat, that’s Hello Kitty winking at him. You have a Hello Kitty welcome mat, cute.

“You made it!” The door flies open without him even having to knock. He had texted you after parking to let you know that he’d arrived, but getting too distracted by Hello Kitty winking at him, he nervously chuckles, hoping the cologne Beomgyu let him borrow doesn’t make your nose turn up in disgust. “Oh..”

“What? What is it?” He asks in a rush of panic, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. He subtly tries to steal a deep breath.

“You just..” taking a small step back, you grab onto the door handle. A smile slowly spreads across your face. “You look really good.”

“Oh, well.” Squeezing his eyes shut for a second too long, he snaps them back open to take in what you’ve decided to wear for this date he still isn’t 100% is an actual date. “Wow.”

“Wow?” Smiling larger, you shove at his chest. “Is that a compliment?”

“No no! I uh, you also look great! In fact, you look,” he swallows, gaze flickering back to your face. “Pretty.”

“You know,” locking the door behind you, you adjust the strap of your purse digging into your shoulder. “It’s nice to see you outside of your work uniform. I could get used to this.”

Heeseung can feel his cheeks heating up, now grateful for the cushion compact Beomgyu insisted he borrow. He motions to head down the hallway toward his car, digging his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie for something to do with them. “It’s a rare sight.”

“You work a lot, don’t you?”

Before he can answer you, he nearly trips over his own feet to get ahead of you. Rushing to open the passenger seat door for you. Jungwon suggested that it’d be a nice touch to show off what a gentleman he is. “Nice car.” You playfully smile, getting inside and grabbing the seatbelt before he can. Not that he had planned to help you put it on, but he definitely thought about it..

Running over to the driver side, he hops in. Biting down on his lip as he revs up the engine and the sound of guitar emits from his speakers. Slamming the power off before vocals can come through, he laughs under his breath and starts to pull out.

“Oh come on! We’re not seriously about to sit in silence this whole drive? I don’t live that close to the mall.” You tease, thankfully sounding completely unserious as you reach to turn his music back on.

Why did he have to be blasting the nerdiest band of all time?! His fucking Lord of the Rings power metal music of all things? Couldn’t he have just found some basic top 40 crap to leave humming at a low volume? No, of course not, he had to keep himself calm with aggressive melodic guitar.

“Oh my God, is this Blind Guardian??” You ask, turning the dial up higher.

Heeseung’s eyes could pop out of their sockets, focusing on the road to prevent that from happening, he grips onto the steering wheel. “You listen to Blind Guardian?!”

“Gosh, I haven’t in years!” Leaning back, you start to sing along. “Valhalla! Deliverance! Why you’ve ever forgotten me? Woahhhhhh! Valhalla!”

There’s no way. No way in this fucking universe that the girl he’s taking out on a date, maybe a date, is seriously belting out one of his favorite songs while sitting in the passenger seat of his dingy car. To add onto it, you’re air drumming, tossing your hair from side to side as you shake your head along to the music. “Can’t believe you tried to turn off Guardian! We have to start it from the beginning, I missed my favorite part!”

Heeseung gulps as you hit rewind, taking a deep breath to look over at you drumming your fingers playing what can only be described as condemnable air guitar. His friend Jay would throw you in jail if he ever saw this.

“You listening to Guardian makes a lot of sense.” You laugh, smiling at him. “So many centuries! So many Gods! We were the prisoners of our own fantasies, but now we are marching against these Gods!” Pointing at him to take the next line, he hears Jake repeating confidence to him all day in the back of his mind.

“I’m the wizard! I will change it all!”

Heeseung can feel his cheeks burning from smiling before he realizes it, drumming on the steering wheel as he breaks into the chorus with you. “Ohhhhh-ohhh! Valhalla!”

The rest of the drive goes smoother than he could have ever expected as you reminisce about all of the bands you used to heavily listen to. “God I really do need to start digging up my old playlists again. Forgot how amazing Blind Guardian is.”

“They’re probably one of my favorite bands.” He admits, feeling much more comfortable after shouting along to Mirror Mirror with you for the last five minutes until his throat started to feel hoarse.

“We need to go see them live together.” You state, continuing to bob your head along to the music.

That’d be amazing, perfect even. Not he’s ready to admit that. Opting to nod as he enters the mall’s parking lot and makes his way to the closests entrance that gets you to Round One. He would know, having spent many weekends here with his friends losing out on any of his extra coins from reselling his old games and memorabilia, and having to pay for rounds of pizza and beer.

“We’re here.” He announces, removing his seatbelt.

“Great! I’m so ready to kick your ass at Mortal Kombat!”

Heeseung laughs, not actually believing it when you wrap around his wrist and lead him straight to the Mortal Kombat arcade machine, shoving coins in to play before he can stop you. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“As a heart attack baby.”

Too busy blushing over the term of endearment you randomly just threw out, he misses how you grab onto his control stick and choose Scorpion for him to play as. “About to kick your sweet little ass worse than Riwoo did.”

“Hey!” He frowns, shooing your hand off. He would have at least chosen Liu Kang! Especially since you went with Sub-Zero!

“Oh come on, Liu Kang is so played out. Scorpion vs Sub-Zero is classic.” You point out, showing off a more aggressive side that shocks him for a moment before locking himself back in. Get your head in the game.

Not that it matters after three consecutive rounds of you(Sub-Zero) beating his ass to a pulp. His shoulders full on slump as another ‘Finish him!’ Sounds from the speakers and a group of high school boys playing air hockey nearby snicker and laugh. “Alright, I think I have to accept defeat. You are the true Mortal Kombat master.”

“I know that’s right.” Proudly raising your arms in the air, you start to cheer for yourself. Gasping and going wide-eyed as you turn. “Oh my God!”

“What? What happened?” He looks around worriedly, following your line of sight to the brightly lit up claw machines.

“It’s a freaking labubu claw machine!!” You jump up and down, once again grabbing his wrist and tugging him to the other side of the arcade. Heeseung’s neck snaps, looking around in confusion.

“What is a…la boo boo?”

“Labubu!” You shriek, bringing him over to a machine full of the ugliest little gremlins he’s ever seen. “They’re these monsters, I’m obsessed with them!” Running your fingers over the machine’s glass window, you let out cute little sounds the same way Heeseung does when Ddongy rolls over to show him his belly. “I love them so much! Ohmygod I’ve never seen one of these before! And they always sell out so fast! I never have time to buy any new drops! Ahh I need them all!”

He digs into his pocket, ready to pay however much it will take to grant you that wish. Looking down, he nearly swallows his tonsils. “Thirty bucks to play?!”

“That’s not that bad,” you mumble, already digging into your purse. “Labubu’s are really high in demand right now!”

He can’t say he’s the best at claw machines, but he definitely managed to win a Pickachu plushie once in the past. Mewling over his odds, he starts to strategize, counting all the different ugly little toys inside of the machine. “How many do you want?”

“As many as I can get.” You state, not even bothering to wait before shoving in three $10 bills and manning the claw. “Ideally all of them.”

Ah, he really needs to pay attention. Jake told him paying attention would be extra important. He should be the one trying to win you one of these booboo things right now. “All of them..” he trails off counting how many of them there are. At least 25 different plushies stare back at him with their buggy eyes and weird round teeth, shivering as they taunt him and your claw fails to grab any.

30 times 25.. that’s at least $800 and it’s nearing the end of the month. Rent’s due next week for the store and his apartment, his phone bill, garbage and water, electricity..

He can do one round, using the other $40 in his pocket to buy you some food and maybe rent bowling shoes so you can play and he can at least try to impress you with his athleticism. Not that he has any.

“Aw man!” Readying yourself to waste another $30, Heeseung taps your forearm, gently nudging you aside.

“I’ll try.”

“You don’t have to!”

“I want to.” He nods, rolling his shoulders before paying. “That furry pink one in the middle that’s looking at me like it’s going to meet in my dreams and bite my head off, kind of matches your outfit.”

“It’s really cute.” You clap, cheering him on as he begins to maneuver the claw around and gets it to the middle. Pacing his breathing, he slowly draws it down right above the ugly pink thing, meticulously moving it open right as he gets close enough. The air goes still around him, hearing the sound of you taking one long deep breath to hold as the claw clamps around its head and fails to lift the plushie from the machine.

Heeseung can’t believe it, $60 between the two of you gone in less than 10 minutes. The claw retracts and sits back in its original spot. Dropping his forehead on the glass you’d just been tapping in shock, he tenses and glares at the toys continuing to smile and mock him. Loser.

“Ahh.. that was so close,” you lament, rubbing his shoulder. “It’s okay Hee, thank you for trying!”

Stupid little ugly toy. Why couldn’t you just stay put! He wishes he could shout, clenching his fists and pulling himself away from the machine, he apologizes. “I can try again..”

“No no, it’s okay! I’m kind of hungry.” You obviously lie, glancing at the machine sorrowfully. He sighs and waves for you to follow him over to the concession stand.

Fries. Stick to fries. They don’t get caught in your teeth, hardly leave any smell behind, and you won’t look like a gross slob eating them. Jungwon’s advice.

And that seems simple enough until you ask for corn dogs, extra ketchup, two large sodas, and cotton candy. Heeseung’s more than happy to pay for everything, it’s not about that, but now he’s worried about each bite he takes, dabbing his lips constantly to make sure he hasn’t smeared ketchup and ranch around his mouth.

“This has been really fun.” You start to say after scarfing down a couple of bites of food. Adorably, puffing your cheeks out as you chew and ketchup stains your lips, he knows it wouldn’t reflect the same on him. “Most of my friends live kind of far away now, so I’ve been a little scared to explore around by myself.”

“Can I ask why you moved out here? Just because it’s a little boring..” he says shyly, cleaning off his hands and pushing the rest of his corn dog aside to nurse the straw of his drink between his lips.

“Well,” you shrug, laughing. “Unironically, my last relationship ended sort of badly. It’s a long story but, I kind of wanted a fresh start, away from him and all the crap that came along with him.”

“Oh..”

“Yeah, I know. Boring, typical story. Girl running away from her past.” You sigh, picking at the bubblegum flavored cotton candy you chose.

“Nothing wrong with that.” He shrugs, chewing on his bottom lip. “Probably not looking to jump into anything too soon..”

Pressing the wet sugary specks of dissolved cotton candy between two of your fingers, you slowly lift your gaze to his. “I think that depends more on meeting the right person.”

“Yeah, no, definitely.” He agrees, stealing a chunk of fluffy cotton candy to stuff his mouth with and stop himself from uttering something stupid he won’t be able to backtrack from.

“You got a little—“ dragging your thumb from the corner of his mouth to the plushy middle of his wet bottom lip, you softly press down. “A little of it on your cheek.”

And yet somehow, you completely avoided touching his cheek as you sweep across his bottom lip to the other end. Drawing your thumb over to your mouth to lick clean.

Heeseung mentally curses, eyes fluttering shut. “Wanna bowl?”

“Love to!”

Luckily for him, he does manage to win a few rounds. Exhausting yourselves with laughter as you throw the bowling ball into other lanes and miss every pin one too many times. You fall down to sit next to him, wiping at the tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. “Ah, should probably head out soon. Work early in the morning.” He mutters, trying to mask his sadness with a tight-lipped smile.

“Nah, it’s getting pretty late. Totally understand, besides, I’m sure Ddongy is missing his daddy a lot right now.” You wink, racing him out to his car before he can grab the passenger door for you.

“Ddongy’s a big boy now, he can handle a few hours alone.” He assures you, lowering the volume of his music to make it easier to chat as he drives you home. Catching a glimpse of himself in the driver’s mirror, he cringes at the hint of blush spread on his cheeks. At least it’s dark enough outside now to hopefully diminish his flushed face.

“I’ll walk you.” He says, parking and rushing out to fully open your door before you manage to step out. Once again tucking his hands inside of the front pocket of his hoodie, he slowly follows the path down to your condo at the end of the hall. Noting that this place has a full luxury sized pool, and enormous well-equipped gym. He never did get around to asking you about how successful your online streams are.

“This is me.” You say, leaning against your front door. Smiling from ear to ear as you peer up at him. “Thank you again, for tonight. I really had a good time.”

“Was a lot of fun.” He beams, tugging at his fingers inside of his pocket. “Coming by the store any time soon?”

“Heeseung.”

Dragging his gaze from the platform sneakers you have on to the fuzzy cozy sweat hanging from your shoulders, he blinks a few times at the necklace pendant sitting nicely between your collarbone. Dry swallowing as he cracks his knuckles and his eyes meet yours. The same sensation of nausea he’s been battling since last week hits him, sweat trickling down his spine, and before he can inhale a deep breath, you push off the door and cover his lips with yours.

The instant feeling of floating off of his feet would make him believe that he’s dreaming. Melting against your soft mouth that perfectly slots between the seam of his lips. Lightly sucking at the soft fleshy meat that fills his bottom lip. You’re more controlling over the kiss than he can manage to be, drawing his hands free to hold them out by your sides, his fingers clench. Unsure if he should grab you, touch you, if he’s allowed to place his hands on your body.

It’s your figure that presses up against his first, smoothing your hands over his forearms, you wrap them around your waist. Pushing up onto your toes to deepen the kiss. He snaps out of his lucid state, eyelashes fluttering as his eyebrows furrow together and he lays his palms on your waist. Dropping his neck in closer to really press his lips against yours.

The first time he ever kissed a girl was during preschool, at the top of a slide. He sat down by her side and she planted a wet smooch on his cheek before giggling and gliding down to run away and tell her group of friends. He sat in shock for a few minutes touching over his face. He wouldn’t feel another kiss until middle school, spin the bottle, and then high school, at the skatepark. Parties he wasn’t invited to in the first place, meaningless lips that pressed against his and never held anything worth remembering.

But this kiss with you has his heart palpitating, fingers shaking where they rest on your waist. He wants to remember everything about this. How your lips eagerly continue to rub against his even as you gasp for air, and how the sweet scent of whatever body wash you used still wafts around him even after hours of wear.

He wants to remember all of this.

So much so that he’s retracing everything, your gaze, the taste of your lipgloss, how your lips slot against his so seamlessly.

“Night night.”

Snapping out of his daze, his eyes flutter open, going wide as he finds you backing up against the open door to head inside. He must look like a fish out of water, blubbering to speak with his shiny lips, glittering with the residue of your overpriced lip gloss.

“Goodnight..” he whispers, reaching up to graze his bottom lip. The disbelief of what just happened not moving fast enough for him to hide his shock.

“I’ll see you soon.” You whisper back with the most elated smile. Barely waving before stepping inside and shutting the door. Leaving him to slump against the nearest wall and let out the biggest sigh.

There’s no way that just happened.

But it did, you kissed him. You went on a date with him..

You like him.

———————————-

Cats must really have some type of telepathic power.

Ddongy gently presses a paw to Heeseung’s cheek, much later than he typically would. Allowing for his owner, cat daddy, to actually sleep until his alarm goes off. Squinting his eyes open, he can’t stop a huge smile from spreading across his face. Scooping Ddongy up in his arms to feed him, he buries his face into his shoulder, already feeling a rush of heat itch at his ears.

All night he dreamt of the different dates he wants to take you on. How he really needs to crack down and finish your bow soon. The pictures you could get together at Eagle Stone. Maybe he could even take you to one of his favorite manga cafes.. although, it’d be so hard to not slurp a cup of ramen around you.

“Ddongy, you seem as happy as I am.” He laughs, squatting down to scratch the kitten's head. “Wait until the guys hear about this.”

Making himself a cup of coffee for work, he gets ready, taking extra time to smile and lightly bang his forehead against something every time he thinks about your kiss.

The last time he felt this way.. was probably the first time he ever played League of Legends. Or maybe when he saw Faker from a distance one time at a convention.

No, no, this is even better.

This is what real magic must feel like. As lame as he knows that would be to say out loud, he can’t stop belting out and singing along to his Blind Guardian playlist. Imagining you failing at air guitar by his side as he heads to work.

He can’t wait to tell Jake and Jungwon everything! And Beomgyu, of course, he owes him for coming over to feed Ddongy last night.

“Guys!” He practically runs into the store, spinning around with his tumblr full of coffee held high above his head. “It was a date! An amazing date!”

Jake applauds, clapping his hands together dramatically loud. “Dude you have no idea how happy I am for you. Like I could not have manifested this harder for you!”

“Heeseung, this is great news.” Jungwon cheers, his dimpled cheeks on full display. “Because I have to show you something that is going to blow your mind.” Running to the front door, he turns the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Close’.

“Won, what the hell are you doing?!” Heeseung shouts, blocked by Jake’s frame before he can turn it back around.

“Trust us man, you’re going to need a while to process this.”

“What are you guys going on about?!”

“Your office,” Jungwon nods, snapping his fingers and heading to the back as Jake wraps around his arm and drags him along. “You see, it’s been bothering me for days. Your little girlfriend, I knew I’d seen her somewhere before.”

“You are not going to believe this dude.” Jake chuckles, following Jungwon to stand at the doorway of Heeseung’s shoebox excuse of an office as he logs onto the computer.

“She’s not my girlfriend, yet..” he mumbles. Trying to keep in mind the awful relationship you mentioned just getting out of..

“After this, you’ll at least have to fuck her.” Jake pats his chest, flicking his chin for him to look at the screen.

“You see, I joined OF as a joke a couple of months ago because my viewers kept insisting.” Jungwon continues to explain, opening up a page with a listing of the top ranked models. “And one of the more popular accounts I noticed because of her strategy, she preys on needy loser gamer guys. Smart though, because she’s definitely making bank. She’s in the top 1%, not some easy shit either trust me.”

“What are you talking about, Won?” Heeseung huffs annoyed, glaring at the break room door as he plans how to escape and re-open the store.

“Look familiar?”

Jake grabs his chin, jerking his head back around to the newly opened page displaying various photos of you in different wigs and colored contacts, scantily clad costumes that hardly cover up any of your body. String micro bikinis, mini skirts that could pass more as belts, and crop tops that do a poor job of fully covering your chest. “Your girls an OF model, a fucking successful one too.” Jake adds, nodding to the screen. “Not only is she hot as fuck, but she’s rolling in money. Probably wiping her sweet little ass with hundred dollar bills.”

The two of his friends go on continuing to make vile comments, scrolling down the page to open up more previews meant to entice potential subscribers. Leaving Heeseung with his jaw on the floor, slowly beginning to shake his head. “T-that’s not her..”

“That’s not her?” Jungwon laughs, pointing out the cat ear headset you purchased at the store only a week ago. “Come on dude, these are modern times. Dating an OF baddie is like a badge of honor. You’re going to get so much pussy after this!”

“Unless,” Jake says mischievously, squeezing Heeseung’s arm much too excitedly. “The date was amazing because you already did!!”

“What?!”

Jungwon stands up, pointing at the screen. “I’m not subscribed but I’m thinking about it. Would give us an idea of what she’s really looking for in a guy.”

Heeseung shoves his chest, gripping onto his uniform vest to switch their positions and take his place inside of the office. “This is not her! And even if it is! She never told me! This is a violation of privacy!”

“Not really! You were bound to find out eventually!” Jake corrects, grabbing his shoulders. “Listen to me man! Please, for once! You really have nothing going for you!”

Jungwon sighs, nodding and agreeing. “This girl, she likes you! She really does! I don’t know, maybe you’re her type. But she’s successful and hot, soo fucking hot!” He whines, eyes full of despair. “Heeseung, this is your chance man! Even after she saw you have your ass handed to you by some kid, she still wants you!”

“That was pretty crazy, and she’s into your streams.” Jungwon adds.

“W-what?!” Pushing Jake off, he clicks out of the browser still flashing lewd images of your body. Gripping at his head and rubbing his temples. “She doesn’t know about my streams.”

“She does.” Jake says, tightly smiling. “Because I told her.”

“You what?!”

“It was when you were busy fighting that kid over a Pokémon card!! She really wanted to talk to you, so I mentioned that you stream!” Jake rambles, hands flailing. “She’s that lyncanthropegoddess or whatever. She’s hot but she’s just as much of a loser as you.”

Slumping back into his office chair, he stares at the ceiling in disbelief. Wracking his brain and trying to understand all of this information being thrown at him. “I can’t do this.”

“You can, you definitely can.” Jungwon squats down, grabbing onto his knees. “And we’re going to help you.”

“How?” He fears to ask, looking back and forth between his friends.

“Trust us, we know how to handle women with experience like this.”

“First, we have to subscribe to her onlyfans.” Reaching past him, Jungwon opens up the screen again. “Like I said, it’ll give us a better idea of what she’s into. Think of this almost like a dating profile. It’s rare for people to meet authentically anymore you know, if you had lurked around like any normal person you would have figured this out sooner!”

“This feels wrong.” He sighs, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the computer screen. “She told me she’s a streamer..”

“I mean, she’s definitely streaming something on here.” Jake whistles, shoving himself into the minuscule amount of space behind Heeseung’s chair.

“I tell girls about my OF, but you know, I meet them online.” Jungwon shrugs, choosing the subscription that mentions 18+ adult content in the description. “Maybe I wouldn’t if it was someone I met here at the store.”

“I would hope not..” Heeseung mumbles, stopping Jungwon before he can enter his payment information and finalize the purchase.

“Don’t be a dick about it Hee, if I just found out the girl that’s been drooling over me does porn I’d be bouncing off of these fucking walls!” Jake shouts, pushing against the backs of his shoulders. “So ungrateful.”

“I’m not ungrateful, I just really like her.” He mutters, releasing Jungwon’s hand to complete buying the subscription.

“Love that for you dude, but she still does porn.” Rubbing his hands together, he opens up the rest of your profile. “Well, good news.”

“What?” Heeseung fears to ask, covering his eyes.

“She only posts solo work. Nothing with guys..”

“Hey, this is some good shit though. Click that one with all the hentai girl body pillows.”

“Jungwon, do not open that!” Heeseung moves forward to cover the screen. Headlocked in place against his chair by Jake’s arm circling around his neck.

“Too late.” Jungwon grins. Expanding the video to show you in a thin metallic pink two-piece. Again, not covering much at all. “Yeah, this is good stuff. I mean, she’s built like—“

“Jungwon.”

“I’m just saying! Happy for you, that’s all. You totally deserve to find a, uh, nice girl like this.”

“I really don’t want to watch anymore.”

“Fine, we will and we’ll report back to you.” Jake squeezes his neck, fluffing his hair. “The fact that you didn’t get laid after your first date is all I need to know.”

“Did she even invite you to come inside? Jungwon raises an eyebrow, clicking out of your account.

“No, but..”

“Exactly. That’s why you need to listen to us.” Releasing him, Jake moves to get out of the office. Snapping his fingers at Jungwon. “Come on, we have work to do.”

———————————-

Friends are supposed to give each other advice, right?

That’s what friends are for, and whenever Heeseung has had unanswerable questions, he does turn to his friends for guidance.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been too quick to hear out Jake and Jungwon’s advice when they opened up a discord chat a few hours after dropping a bomb on him to discuss what they found while sleuthing through your.. adult entertainment account.

IKEUDICKEU: ‘Can’t believe you just said goodnight after all that. What are you, gay? I would have nailed her.’

PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Her entire schtick is about how horny she is. Like she masturbates a lot, has the girl goon nickname down. Says she desperately needs a nerdy gamer guy to fuck her until she goes blind.’

IKEUDICKEU: ‘And here your ass was, goodnight muah muah.’

Had they successfully made him feel like a stupid failure with their advice? Yes, 1000%

That’s where Beomgyu came in. He’s the more sensible and reliable friend. The only reason he doesn’t work at the store is because he actually went into a field that utilized his degree.

Yeah, real sensible. Especially when he completely cosigns all of Jake and Jungwon’s advice.

Not necessarily that he should have tried to get in your pants on the very first date you had, but you did initiate the kiss. You did come onto him first, and you were tuning in to watch his lame ass streams..

Not to mention that fucking Charizard card?!

‘Heeseung, don’t be an imbecile. She wants you.’

You really had listened to him yap on about Dungeons and fucking Dragons.. how could he be so oblivious?

Luckily, he remembered that you still needed help assembling a few pieces of furniture. So he suggested coming over after work the next day to start working on that, bring over a new game you could play, maybe watch the extended director's cut version of The Fellowship of The Ring. Suggesting everything before you could even respond, he nervously ran around his apartment when you texted back.

‘Yes! Yes! And YES!!’

He’s going to be inside of your place, where you film.. those videos. And he’s likely going to kiss you again, and.. more.

“Shit.” He sighs, rinsing his face over and over again. When’s the last time he shaved his nuts? Who cares, he’s doing it today. Maybe not the best idea after he replies and lets you know he’ll be over in an hour.

Cologne, some eyeliner, earrings, wash his hair. Right, everything Beomgyu told him to do before your date. Sure, he hadn’t mentioned spending an extra few minutes grooming his privates in the shower, but he’s sure you’d be more than appreciative that he did..

MysticWizardFate1015: ‘I really don’t know if I can do this guys.’

IKEUDICKEU: ‘Of course you can. You got this. Be the man.’

PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘First off, act like you don’t like her, like she’s not that important to you.’

IKEUDICKEU: ‘Try to get her drunk too, that way the real nasty porn star comes out of her.’

PrettyKittyBoy9669: ‘Last and most important, always be touching her. That’s gonna let her know that you’re there to dick her down.’

IKEUDICKEU: ‘I swear to God dude, if you don’t fuck her, I’m going to hang myself!’

Heeseung clears his dry throat, looking at the bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and his precious copy of Lord of The Rings in his other. Taking a deep breath, he knocks on your door.

This is it, now or never.

“Hey! You got here so fast!” You answer, as gorgeous as ever. Dressed more comfortably with low-rise yoga pants that show off the smooth skin under your navel. A cropped sweater hanging from your shoulders, soft and glowy shoulders bathed in decadent lotion, he’s sure.

“Oh yeah, traffic must have died down.” Or he rushed through side streets and skipped stop signs while panicking trying to imagine how this could go. Will he kiss you first this time? Will you invite him into your bedroom?..

“Is that bourbon?” You laugh, face scrunched.

“Yeah, it’s uh, my favorite.” Not really, but Jake suggested he bring a high percentage of alcohol to speed this up. Not that he’s sure why he’d have to get you drunk at all.

“Oh, well, I don’t really drink.” Moving aside to invite him in, he takes a deep breath and gulps as he looks around your place. Everything is pristine, feminine, smells clean and floral. Makes his apartment seem so embarrassing in comparison, he can’t believe he let you see the shit hole he calls home now. “But I guess uhm, I can get you a glass?”

“Yeah sure whatever.” He shrugs, kicking his shoes off to leave by your door.

Act like she doesn’t matter.

The confusion dissipates as your face relaxes, squinting at him. You take the bottle of bourbon from him, looking him up and down. “Everything okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, everything’s fine. You want to uh, watch the movie first?” Rubbing the back of his head, he stretches his other arm out holding the DVD. “Or whatever.”

“Yeah, uhm,” you frown. Forcing a smile and nodding to the living room with an enormous TV screen and enviable console setup. “You can use the Wii, I don’t have a DVD player.” Oh wow, you don’t even have a DVD player? And yet you still agreed for him to come over to watch a movie. That’s a good sign, for sure means you’re down to fuck..

Even as he slides his fingers through some of the games you must have been playing he doesn’t feel right thinking that. But if he tells his friends that he came over and just watched a movie with you, they’ll chop his head off.

Not that that should matter. He should be more focused on you right now. How you’re feeling after your date, if you’re down to go out again and let him prove that he’s not an absolute failure at Mortal Kombat if he can choose his character.

“I got some Coke.” You announce, coming back to the living room with the bourbon in hand and a pitcher of dark liquid. “Not sure if you wanted a mixer but I might gag if I try to take a shot.”

“That’s good, thanks.” With twitching fingers he takes the pitcher from your hand, dragging them across yours. “You look really pretty, by the way.”

The same sparkle that had been in your eyes the other night returns, tucking your chin and batting your eyelashes. “Thank you.”

To keep touching you, he sets down the bottle you’re holding. Taking both of your hands and rubbing your knuckles. “What are you thinking about?”

“I haven’t watched Fellowship in a while honestly. I’m a little worried that you’ll judge me.” You chuckle, squeezing his hands.

“Never, I’d never do that.” Heart palpitations again. Pounding at his chest, he glances around, grabbing the bottle of bourbon to drink directly from, sealing his lips to not spit it out, he turns away from you and grimaces. Why the fuck would Jake suggest this?!

“Oh, you okay?”

“Yeah yeah! Start the movie! I need to use the bathroom real quick.”

“Okay..” fuck you sound so confused, maybe even turned off. How is he fucking up already?! “It’s just down the hall.”

“I won’t be long! Go ahead and start without me!” He rushes down the direction you point toward. Taking a deep breath once he makes it out of the living room and sees all of the art hanging on your walls. Really how could you possibly be into him after seeing how he lives. Meeting him at his job, Gamestop, of all places. Caught up in his thoughts, he opens the first door that he sees out of his peripheral vision. Very evidently not the bathroom, but a room he immediately recognizes and shouldn’t.

It’s the same room in the background of your photos, the video he saw of you humping against pillows. The same bed you were laid out on in nothing but a thong and pasties to cover your nipples. Fuck, this is really happening, he’s dating a porn star.

Shutting the door, he presses himself against it and takes a few more deep breaths. The nasty remnants of bourbon burns down his throat, sighing as he shuts his eyes. He thinks about everything once again, reiterating that you like him.

You. Like. Him.

Right. He has every reason to feel confident right now. Slowly heading back to the living room, he removes the hoodie he has on, hanging it by your front door. He’s seen this movie hundreds of times, purposely made sure to suggest something neither of you would be too distracted by.

You’re already curled up on the couch when he comes back, feet up with your legs folded. Immersed by the shire being shown on your movie theater sized television screen. Heeseung nods to himself again, sitting down right by your side so that his leg can press against yours. “Found the bathroom?” You ask, leaning into him.

He smiles, lifting his arm to drape around your shoulders. Softly rubbing up and down where his hand lands on your upper arm. “Yeah. You sure you don’t want a drink?”

“You trying to get me drunk?” You ask jokingly, seeming more comfortable now as you nestle deeper into his side.

“No!” He heaves, making a strangled noise. The bob in his neck jumping up and down. Fuck, Frodo’s already on the move, and he still isn’t. He needs to work fast. Turning his neck, he grabs your chin, swiping his other hand through the back of your hair.

“A-ah, you’re caught in my necklace.”

“Shit, I’m sorry..” he apologizes, unattaching the clasp from his bracelet.

“It’s fine,” smiling softly, you fix the pieces of his bangs falling out of place. Forming more of a heart shape to frame his forehead. “Cute.”

Heat flames his cheeks, sliding to cup the back of your head properly, he leans in closer. Opening his lips up to shove his tongue inside of your mouth. The photos of your mouth hanging open, crossed eyed with drool falling down to your chest swarm through his mind. Pushing his tongue in deeper to reach your tonsils, he grabs one of your hands. Wrapping around your wrist to lead you to touch the bulge forming in his pants.

“Heeseung,” you swallow, coughing. Eyebrows pinched together as you cup around his groin. Struggling to breath or get a word out with his tongue slithering past your mouth, licking at every side. “S-slow down.”

Pulling back, he glares at you, gaze unintentionally hardened. Moreso confused that you’re suggesting he stop, maybe he’s not doing good. “Isn’t this what you want?”

The speed your expression changes at should have been enough of an answer. Your flushed appearance and heavy eyelids melting into a distant, disappointed look. “What I want?”

Sucking at the backs of his teeth, he leans in to kiss you again. Denied your lips as you turn away and he lands on your cheek. “W-what?”

“Oh yeah. This is what I want.” Shutting your eyes for a few seconds, you grab onto his shoulders. Prying him away to rest his back against the couch so that you can stand up. Lightly kick his feet apart to create space between his thighs.

He gulps, following your hands sliding down from your chest to the hem of your top, clutching your digits over the material. Enlarged eyes shift away from your lower half, moving up to your face, skin worried between his eyebrows. “Uhm..”

“Wanna fuck me?” Rolling your top up, you throw it aside. Flipping your hair away and off of your shoulders to give him a full view of your lace black bra, cupping your breasts so nicely, rounded with full cleavage.

“Wh—huh??” This shouldn’t feel wrong anymore. Even with his dick twitching inside of the confines of his jeans he can’t help but to feel an ache in his chest. Pinching under the muscle protecting his heart. He gasps as you come down and sit on your knees, grabbing onto them and settling between his thighs.

“How do you want me?” You ask, sultry and seductively. Batting your eyelashes and nibbling at your bottom lip. Your hand returns between his legs, smoothing your palm over the pronounced bulge expanding there. “Inside my mouth?”

Digging his fingers into the sides of his thighs, he furiously blinks. Tilting his chin in to look at you sat on the floor. “Why are you doing this?”

“What?” You huff through your nose, releasing a whisper of a laugh.

“This.” He nods from your hand stroking his size over his jeans to your position. Licking over his lips nervously.

“..isn’t this what you want?” You smile, not reaching your eyes as you reach for his zipper. “To fuck a porn star, treat me like the whore you think I am?”

Heeseung sighs, eyes falling shut. “No, that’s not—“

“So, this is what you think of me?” You interrupt, watery voice hitting him hard. Slipping your hand away from his crotch, you shift back. Pushing yourself to stand back up

“No! It’s not! I swear, I just—“

“Let me guess, someone showed you my account and you thought what the hell? She does it for a living anyway, right?”

He can’t even look at you, staring at his hands on his lap. He can hear you sniffle, each of your words coming out more broken than the last. This wasn’t how he had imagined this night to turn out. Not even close. “My friends told me to do it.”

“Oh—that’s, that’s rich.” You scoff, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “Get the hell out of here. God, here I thought I’d finally met a nice guy! A normal guy!”

He is normal, maybe. Maybe he’s nothing more than a failure, can’t even think for himself when something too good to be true shows up and slaps him across the face. Getting up when you pull at his shirt, he hangs his head, trudging to the door. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh you’re sorry?! Sorry that you didn’t get to fuck me and go brag about it to your friends?!”

“No, that..” trailing off, he clutches his chest where the pinching pain has gotten worse. Making it harder to breathe as his lungs tighten up under the weight of his failure. “That I—I just, why didn’t you tell me??”

“Because I didn’t want to! Okay?!” You say roughly, lips quivering. Big wet eyes shaking when you meet his gaze.

“Why? I—“

“Because I loved the way you looked at me.” Tears break and slip down your cheeks. Shaking them off as you turn away and cross your arms over your chest to cover yourself, to hide. “Please, leave.”

“I’m sorry, I swear! I really don’t know what the hell I was thinking!” He knows he sounds more than pathetic, whiny even. Dragging his hands through his hair frustrated that he can’t think of the right thing to do or say.

“Do you even have any idea how—“ sighing, you shut your eyes. Throwing off whatever emotions are attacking you left and right. “Forget it, just get out!”

He nods, sensing the tears hanging on for life at the corners of his eyes. Slipping his shoes back on, he steps out. “Hold on, I—“

“Fuck you.”

The door slams shut in his face. Releasing the tears he tried to hold in, trickling out hot onto his flushed cheeks. He falls down to a deep squat, feels short of breath, burying his head between his knees. He’s an idiot, the biggest fucking idiot in the world.

Who knows how long he cried in front of your door before finally dragging his sorry ass out to his car. You probably have some security camera and saw it all, his puffy eyes and red nose, not that he can feel any lower right now. And maybe you deserve to see his shame and humiliation. Not even Ddongy can lift his mood once he makes it home and falls face flat onto his bed, hoping that the world will self-destruct before he has to face another day. He falls asleep just like that, still in the same clothes he had on, carrying light traces of your perfume and whatever detergent you use to wash your belongings.

For the first time ever since opening the store, he calls off. Knowing too well that he’s financially in no place to actually close the store for a day, he calls up Jake begging for him to at least work half of the day.

“Please don’t ask anything dude, I can’t talk about it right now.”

Jake’s half awake and groggy voice diminishes any fight he has in him to be nosey and probe about last night. Snickering and joking around that Heeseung probably had the best sex of his life last night and wants to ice his dick. He agrees to working, tells him to not worry and for once he’s thankful to have a best friend like Jake. Even if his advice on how to bag women is shit.

Not ready to break down about how badly he fucked everything up to Jake or Jungwon, he asks Beomgyu to meet up for coffee during his lunch break at their favorite cafe. Driving down the same highway he’d been on with you only a few nights ago to meet him, he curses the universe for taunting him. The company Beomgyu works for is by the mall, of course.

“You never take time off from working.” His best friend raises a judgmental eyebrow. “You also never look this fucking terrible.” He mutters, mixing packets of Splenda into his coffee.

“Thanks.” Heeseung grumbles, sinking into his seat. It’s probably true, he didn’t bother to shower or change before deciding he needed to talk to someone, the sensible friend in his life.

“Alright, enough moping. What the hell happened?”

Stirring his coffee, he watches the foam melt into the dark brown watery liquid. Setting his elbow on the table and perching his cheek on his palm. “I’m an idiot.”

“Heeseung, I’ve known you since preschool and I wasn’t born yesterday! That’s obvious! Now get to it, I only have 50 minutes left.” Beomgyu snaps snarkily. Always on edge from working in an office at a computer all day while more than half of his coworkers still think his name is Mingyu. He’s been working there for 3 years!!

Glaring at his friend, he curses under his breath. Mentally wishing bad luck on that giant foreigner that started working at his job a few months ago and taught him that damn ‘I wasn’t born yesterday!’ phrase.

Fine. Where should he start? The part where he probably grossed you out by sticking his tongue down your throat? Or when you started crying. Rehashing the entire evening for the next 30 minutes, he goes back and forth to explain the reasons he did what he did. Jake and Jungwon! And ultimately he’s a loser with no confidence despite how nice you have been to him. How there’s actually no legitimately logical reason why you’d be into him, and yet you are. Or were.

“I made her cry, I could kill myself.” He sulks, pressing his chin onto his arms flattened on the table. Hunched over and defeated.

“Ugh, don’t be so dramatic.” Beomgyu scolds, flicking his empty wadded up sugar packets at him. “I mean, that sucks. As much as I hate when you get all stupid like this over a girl—“

“When’s the last time I even had a crush?!” He splutters, sitting up.

“Sophomore year of high school, that Senior girl with blue hair that dressed like Jinx on Halloween. You never had a chance.” He retorts, wiggling a finger at him. “But this girl, she’s different. I had to watch her making googly eyes at you for over an hour while you yapped about D&D of all things.”

Beomgyu shrugs, finishing off his cup of coffee. “You like her a lot, right?”

“Well, yeah?” Why else would he be here watching his overpriced cup of $8 coffee waste away instead of at work, likely getting beat up by a child again.

“Then don’t give up.” Beomgyu cringes, throwing a tip onto the table. “You want my advice? Be yourself, because she liked you for you. Not because of some black nail polish, or the cologne I let you borrow—and you better give it back! It sounds like,” making a face, he shakes his head. Letting out a quiet chuckle. “You’re similar! And she’s attracted to that. Just be yourself dude.”

Standing up, he adjusts his tie, clasping Heeseung on the shoulder. “You liked her before you found out about her.. career. Go back to that. Also, apologize profusely, until even your ass cheeks start sobbing.”

Heeseung reaches for his hand on his shoulder to give it a squeeze, offering a small smile. His good old trustworthy sensible friend, he really wasn’t born yesterday.

“And stop taking advice from those two idiots, please.” He grunts, messing up Heeseung’s hair. “Gotta get back to work.”

“Thanks Gyu, I really needed that.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t get used to it.” He winks before exiting the cafe. Leaving him to sit there alone and sip at his now cold coffee. Gazing out of the window at the giant mall parking lot across the street lost in thought. He’ll never be able to go back to Round One again without thinking about you. Everytime he hears ‘finish him!’ your laughter will follow. And when he sees those stupid little dolls you love, he’ll think about how he couldn’t even win you one.

Wait.

Abandoning his half full cup of coffee, he jogs out to his car to drive over to the mall. Apologizing profusely seems like the best advice he’s gotten overall, that, and he wants to.

Stopping at the ATM outside before he enters he glares at the money sitting in his bank account that Jungwon loaned him to cover the store's rent. Rent that’s due in less than a week. Those little dolls were $30 a pop.. and his chances of actually winning one are slim to none. Regretfully he pulls out the few thousand meant to be used to keep his landlord and the bank off of his ass. He’ll figure out how to pay it somehow, he always does.. Hours and hours spent at the same claw machine end with failure after failure. It’s only after a few hundred dollars that he finally manages to capture one of these gremlin dolls. Even falling to his knees and clutching it his heart as the machine dispenses it and a group of people who have formed around him clap, cheering him on.

Heeseung turns in a circle, awkwardly waving and smiling at them. “Hey! It’s that nerd from Gamestop!”

Riwoo. God damnit, this kid is his curse!

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” One of his friends, Woonhak asks. Folding his arms and rolling his eyes. “Aren’t you too old to be collecting Labubu’s?”

Scoffing under his breath, he tucks the small plushie into his backpack. Pulling out another $100. “It’s not for me.”

“Are you reselling them? Pft, trying to invade my territory now?!” Riwoo gripes.

“No, this girl.. I was sort of dating..”

Riwoo’s eyes go wide behind his glasses, snapping his fingers. “The one that chased me out of the store and tried to buy my Charizard pull for $500?!”

Heeseung’s head snaps up, disbelief all over his face. “What?!”

Woonhak laughs, remembering the events. “We told her it’s a no go! Nothing less than $700.”

“That cards not worth that much! You little—“

“So what, she still bought it!” Riwoo grins, posing proudly with his shoulders pronounced. “I’m a real business man, unlike you.”

“Wait, what?? She paid you SEVEN hundred for that Charizard card?!”

Riwoo nods, poking Woonhak’s side with his elbow. “I should have gone for $800.”

Heeseung’s face drops, turning back to stare inside of the claw machine. But you said you had found someone else willing to sell theirs.. someone who happened to live nearby around town.. you lied?! And paid this little shit head more than double the amount this card's even worth?!

Pulling it out of his pocket, he presses it to his lips. More determined than ever to win you this entire case of Labubu’s!

Five more hours fly by, and the machine full of ugly smiling dolls blurs in front of his eyes. Making the dolls appear to laugh as he blinks and rubs his exhaustion away, not removing his other hand off the joystick despite how hard it’s cramping. Determined or not, this claw machine is more unforgiving than what should be considered fair for a kids game. Finally unattaching himself from the machine, he lets out a pained sound. Unable to stretch his fingers out as he gathers the Labubu’s he managed to win…maybe something over $1000 later. He stopped counting after $600.

Counting the 9 dolls in his bag, he sighs, smiling at the pink one he had originally wanted to win for you. At least he managed that.

Heading back out, he sits in his car for a few minutes mewling over what to do. What if you never want to see him again? Or do you need space? Maybe you’ve already moved on and forgotten about him. Unfortunately, he had looked at your Onlyfans account again, only to see your face, nothing more. The blaring number of over 4.5 million subscribers is what rushed him to click out before he could bother to save any photos or check out more. A girl like you had plenty of suitors, sending you tons of gifts.. and here he is with a backpack full of dolls trying to sweep you off of your feet.

“Idiot.” He mumbles, starting the car to drive to your place. Half hoping you won’t be home, maybe won’t even open the door when you see it’s him through the peephole.

He is willing to beg for you to hear him out, even if it leads to nothing. Even if you ask for him to never contact you again and leave you alone. He needs to tell you how he feels.

Pacing out in front of your door for a few minutes, he goes over what to say. Definitely looking like a mad man if anyone was to walk by and see him murmuring while going back and forth.

Knocking on your door, he waits, heart beating so loud that it feels like a mild earthquake has erupted. The sound of the latch opening stills his breath, finding your gaze as you step back and open up halfway.

“Hi.” He breathes, hoisting the straps of his backpack onto his shoulders tighter. “I uh—I’m an idiot, okay?? I saw your account and I—I don’t know. I freaked out.” He rambles, squeezing at the straps to stop his hands from flailing about. “And I shouldn’t have listened to my friends! I should have thought about you first. All I care about is you, you know? All I want is for us to go back to normal again.”

“Can it be normal? Now that you know?”

Opening and shutting his mouth, he nods for a while. Trying to really think about what you just said.

No. It can’t be normal, and that’s not your fault, only his for ever making you feel that way.

“This is probably stupid.” Dropping to his knees, he takes off his backpack and unzips it open. Picking out the pink labubu first. “But I should have won this for you the other day..”

“Heeseung, are you crazy?! How did you?—“

“I played, a lot.” He nods, standing up to hand you his bag. “You can just keep that, I’ll buy a new one. I know it’s not much but I’m sorry, I’m really fucking sorry.”

Hugging his bag to your chest, you frown, bottom lip quivering.

“I know who you really are.” He continues, rubbing at his nape nervously without anything to distract his hands with. “And you’re better than this, than what I was trying to pull. You’re better than me. You freaking bought me a Charizard card.” He sighs, head shaking still not believing it. “You’re like, not even in the same tax bracket as me. Hell, I’ll probably never even come close, so please, don’t let some loser like me ever make you feel bad about yourself.”

“Heeseung?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Wringing his hands, he stops, jaw falling open. “What?”

“For looking at me, and seeing me.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that. That’s what you deserve, you’re amazing.” Coughing to clear his throat. He shoves his hands inside of his pockets, looking from side to side.

“And you’re not a loser.” You say, holding the pink labubu up to your face. “No loser could win me all of these.”

Little do you know that he can barely move his fingers right now.

“You’re really sorry?” You smirk, leaning against the door frame.

“Very.”

“How sorry?” You continue to question, sounding playful. “Willing to do anything sorry?”

“Yes?” He stutters, licking his lips. “Is there something you have in mind?”

Grinning from ear to ear, you nod. “I have an idea.”

———————————-

“It’s been a few weeks, did you miss me?”

Heeseung’s chest thumps rapidly, having to rub over his heart to make sure he’s not imagining it. He’s standing stoically still at the corner of your bedroom, eyes darting from side to side, back to your figure sitting on the middle of your bed on your knees. Seductively leaning in closer to the camera set up in front of you. He gulps, forcing himself to not fuss with his hair, opting to bite at his nails instead. He watches you toy with the long ears on your soft fuzzy hoodie, winking as the sounds of coins rush in and your viewers grace your return with enough money to instantly raise the numbers in the chat over $1000 after only a few minutes since going live.

This is really happening. The last month has been such a rollercoaster leading up to this moment. After actually successfully getting through every Lord of the Rings movie(director’s cut and all), and building the boxes of unopened dressers and shelves you needed help with, despite the struggle, you ended up visiting a few new places. Cafes, bookstores, an 80s themed arcade, somehow even finessed a mall trip that ended up with him acquiring some new clothes that you insisted looked great on him. Much to his dismay when you also insisted on paying, exclaiming that it was your treat.

He can officially say that you are his girlfriend, and now as he stands here watching you announce to thousands of your subscribers that you found someone, he stops chewing at his cuticle for a second to really focus.

“You know I’m always complaining and whining about how hard it is to meet guys. How badly I just wish one of you lonely gamer boys would come fuck me instead and make this easier for me.” You laugh, looking off camera in his direction. “I know you’ve all been begging ever since I opened my Onlyfans to do content with guys.. I never really wanted to.”

Heeseung smooths his hands down the front of his shirt. A plain black t-shirt, nothing special, and joggers, his outfit didn’t matter much for this since it’d be coming off soon anyway. “But I met someone, and guys..I really like him.” You squeal, cupping your cheeks with the sweater paws covering your hands. “Anddd we’ve been getting to know each other so much these past few weeks!”

He looks at the computer screen where the chats going crazy, blowing up with messages from what he can only assume are your loyal subscribers who have followed you since the beginning based on their responses.

YourDaddy97: ‘Is our baby girl finally going to get fucked?’

-YourDaddy97 sent 200 coins

YourDaddy97: ‘Please say yes.’

G00nking: ‘Hey doll face, so happy for you. He better treat you right or we’ll fuck him up.’

Hungry4pus$y: ‘What’s the plans for tonight princess? Really hope you’ll finally use the dildo I sent.’

Rubbing at his neck, he has to remind himself that you do not actually know any of these people. He is the one currently standing in your bedroom for free watching you giggle as you continue on explaining. He’s the one that gets to touch you and wake up by your side tomorrow.

Milftittiez: ‘God please tell me you’ll take it up the ass baby. Need to see that little hole get fucked.’

-Hungry4pus$y sent 500 coins

Hungry4pus$y: ‘I second that.’

You never read the chat while you’re live anyway. Turning back to look at you, he gasps, finding your gaze on him.

“He’s really amazing, and super nice to me.. he makes me laugh, I can’t stop thinking about him. Uhm..” slowly running your eyes down his frame, you pause and take a deep breath. Gazing at the bulge already pushing out against his sweats. His cheeks flame up, biting on his lip.

As good as kissing had been, sex with you was even better. Everything he’d been missing out on before with others whenever he felt dissatisfied, lacked feelings and left feeling more miserable than before; with you everything felt right, comfortable, easy. Better than what he could have even tried to concoct in his wet dreams.

When you had suggested inviting him to join you on a live show he had initially panicked, worried that he wouldn’t be impressive for your audience, but you had really drilled it in how much they’d love it.

He’s relatable, he’s one of them.

“Right uhh,” giggling to yourself, you start to fan your face. “Got distracted. I guess it’s time I introduce you all to my special guest, my boyfriend.” Looking back over at him, you reach out your covered palms. Opening and shutting them with a pout. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Taking a deep breath, he moves into the shot on the camera. The image of what your viewers see reflected on another screen next to your computer. Your face, his hips and prominent bulge, the eagerness your smile paints as you reach for his hands. “My baby.”

Biting your lip, you sit up more on your knees, eyes flicking up to look at him. Appearing so innocent and docile on the screen that he continues to look at from the corner of his eye. “And he’s going to listen to all of you. Make sure that I get fucked real good, aren’t you?”

He turns to look at you, reaching for your chin to stroke his fingers across. Eyes darkening as he leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips. “Is that what you want?”

Fingers drag across your bottom lip, catching the tips of them a few times. You shut your eyes and nod, humming and sucking one of his fingers in deeper. “Want it, you know how I like it.”

“Yeah?” He sighs, wiping the saliva from his digits down your chin to your throat. Placing his palm across it to hold your neck back and keep your eyes on him. “Tell me, tell them.”

The chat continues to go wild, messages flooding in even faster. The endless sound of coins chiming.

Milftittiez: ‘Fuck the hell out of her man. Do what I only wish I could. Lucky bastard.’

IKEUDICKEU: ‘That’s our boy!!’

-G00nking sent 800 coins

G00nking: ‘Breed her.’

“Want you to fuck me, fuck me so hard until I cry.” You plead shakily, pulling his hips to your chest. Chin perched on his stomach gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Make it hurt.”

Heeseung’s eyes glaze over for a moment, softly cupping your face and caressing your cheeks. Mouth twitching with the need to tell you how pretty you look, how much he likes you. How he’s sorry for what he’s about to do to you, even if you’re begging for it. “Don’t even know what you’re asking for, do you baby?”

Climbing onto your bed, he kneels onto the space behind your figure, his face coming into the shot. The chat explodes as he drapes a hand over your throat and presses his lips to your cheek. Whispering as his other hand slides onto the front of your stomach and steals your breath. “Safe word?”

“Video games.” You whisper, mostly mouth back at him. A lustful gaze letting him know how far gone you already are, grazing your lips down his jawline.

‘I want it rough, nasty, be as mean as you want.’ You said much too excited while giving him a pep talk only an hour ago.

He cups your chin, turning your head to look at him. Diving to connect your lips, hot tongue pushing its way inside. Moving from your neck to the back of your head, he grips onto your hair. Pulling your neck back to arch as he explores inside of your mouth, swallowing the excited moans you keep letting out. It’s more heated and sensual than rough, really taking the time to taste and massage his tongue against yours. Fisting at your hair, he sucks onto your bottom lip, beginning to feel woozy when you whisperly breathe out his name, quiet enough for only him to hear.

Judging by the way you twist around by your waist, and shaking hands find their way to his shoulders, he pulls back only to look at you. Lightly pecking the tip of your nose. “What’s my pretty girl have on under this?” He asks, loud enough for the mics around your bed to pick up on. Reaching for the zipper of your oversized bunny hoodie, toying with it. He smirks and turns you back to face the camera, lifting an eyebrow. “Should we find out?”

It’s clear the chat room cheers him on, dropping more coins in to encourage his hand to slide lower and finally reveal what you’ve been hiding. “Hee, please.” You gasp, head thrown back against his chest. Eyelashes flutter as you reach for his cheek and he moves to sit behind you. Legs bracketing your hips, hard cock pressed to your lower back.

“What? Use your words.”

“Touch me,” you whine. Attempting to roll back and lift your ass from the bed to press against his cock. “Please touch me.”

“Yeah? Want it that bad?” He sighs, fighting with himself to keep taking it slow. The longer this goes the more you’ll make, that’s what you said. Licking at your chin, he wraps around your waist again. Slowly pulling the zipper down to stop just where your breasts begin to round out. “So needy for it.”

“Uh huh,” you whine, shivering against him.

“Think you should beg a little more baby, my sweet baby.” His nose drags down your cheek, softly inhaling your soft dreamy scent. “They want to hear you beg.”

“Please daddy.” You croon, falling deeper into a hedonistic head space. The lost look in your eye magnifying how far you’ve drifted.

Heeseung sucks at the backs of his teeth, eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbone. His eyes open up with a heavy intense gaze on your flushed face. Chest rising and falling fast as you pant, breath straining the more you squirm against him. “Shh shh,” tugging your zipper lower, he leisurely inches down. Taking a deep breath as he reaches the bottom and peels the sweater off of your chest.

The sound of coins clink louder, pushing the material off of your shoulders to show off the lace pink bra you have on, contrasting beautifully against your skin. The matching thong panty and garter belt on your shapely waist. And the thigh highs squeezed enticingly on your upper thigh, spilling out enough flesh to make anyone watching want to desperately rut between them, ruining the sheer material with endless layers of cum.

He had helped you to choose this lingerie set out the day you went to the mall together. Some store called Agent Provocateur that he’s never heard of, and a total announced at the register that made his eyes nearly fall out of his skull. Someday he’d be the one to quickly whip out his card and swipe before you even have the chance to think about it.

As he drags his fingers down over your breast, pressing a kiss to your trembling throat, he almost feels sorry at the thought of stripping any of it off of your body. Almost.

“Gorgeous.” He whispers, dipping his hands against the curvature of your waist. Littering a few more chaste kisses along the column of your throat, he scoots back. Pulling at the hem of his shirt and tossing it off to the side. He leans against the tower of pillows decorating your headboard, stretching his legs open. “Come here baby,” he says smoothly, patting his thigh.

Slowly shifting to turn around, you drop the rest of the sweater off of your figure, bending down and arching for the camera behind you as you begin to crawl and make your way over to him. “Turn around.” He directs, spinning one of his fingers in a circle. Returning back to your original position with your back pressed to his chest, you let out a relieved sound. Eyes drifting half shut as his arms engulf you and squeeze you closer. “Doing such a good job, bet your fans wish they could be in my place right now.”

A soft hum passes between the two of you, sliding his hands down past the garterbelt on your waist, he traces across the top of your panties. Dragging his fingertips along the frilly material before he gathers it all together and pulls them to one side. Throwing his legs over yours when you let out a gasp, he pulls them further apart, fully manhandling your position.

“Keep them open,” he says raspily. Voice turning hoarse the harder he breathes. Inhaling deeply through his nose as he fists them harder and yanks until the sound of seams snapping hits his ears. Exposing your wet core to the audience he’s sure is intently watching, finally getting to see someone else make use of your perfect body.

“God.. shit,” you huff, burying your face against his neck. Suddenly feeling more exposed than you ever have when alone riding the various collection of sex toys you’ve acquired, more vulnerable with his body heat melding into yours. Igniting flames around the two of you, spreading tremors down to your toes.

Heeseung’s chest beats wildly, using his other hand to smooth across your wet inner thigh, hissing when his palm gets coated with your arousal. “Baby wants to cum real bad, doesn’t she?” He asks against your ear, teasingly pushing the heel of his palm against your mound. Setting your hips off to jump against the touch. He grunts and pulls roughly at your panties, burning the skin along your groin where the fabric digs in.

Slowly walking two of his digits lower past your clit, he teases at your opening. Barely brushing the tips of his fingers between your slit just to feel the thick wetness that’s accumulated. Biting down to hiss between his teeth as he sluggishly circles over your entrance. “Making a real mess,” he says, flicking the wetness off of his fingers and splattering the bedding beneath your ass. “Insane how fucking wet you are.”

“Unnghh..” reaching back to grip onto his shoulders, you try to squirm. Kept down by the weight of his legs on yours. Slick wetness drips down past the crevice of your ass, soaking through the backs of your thigh highs burying against the bed.

“What was that?” He grins, nose pressing against your cheekbone. Teeth nipping at your jawline. “This what you want?” He says only to drive you crazy. Slowly rubbing and softly pressing his digits against your entrance. The sound of wetness emitting so loud, filling your chest with embarrassment. Only a few touches and he already has you kicking your feet, eyes rolled up looking at him full of desperation.

Loudly moaning as he runs up between your slit to brush around your clit, you frantically nod. Tongue hanging out panting like a dog, making his grin widen and crinkle the skin at the corners of his eyes.

The heat radiating between your thighs could burn his skin, biting down on his lip to hold back a hiss, he finally presses on your clit. Only to pull back and rip a cracked whine from your throat. Using the arm around your waist to pull you closer, he slides lower, digging his fully erect length into your lower back.

“Please, Hee—“ you say fast and frenetic, eyes bouncing around his face full of panic. “Please!” Clawing at his shoulders helplessly, you scratch at his skin. Digging your manicured nails in to leave marks behind.

Heeseung’s eyes thin for a minute, tapping your clit a few times.

Be as mean as you want.

“You want it?” He dares to ask again before you can completely fall apart in his arms. Digging his cock into your back for some type of relief. He grinds forward, pushing through the wetness drenching your cunt, pushing his fingertips past your throbbing entrance. He stills again, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Daddy!” You cry, head shaking from side to side. Legs trembling against his, tipping your neck back to fully look at him. “Please,” you slur out, tears rippling down your cheeks.

Bucking your hips up from the bed in desperate attempt to get him deeper inside, you sniffle, sucking at your wet bottom lip. “Want it so bad, wan—want you so bad.”

Heeseung’s head could spiral off of his body, chest caving as he licks the tears off of your cheek. Glancing up at the camera from his peripheral, he smirks. The never ending sound of coins coming in reminding him that he got the girl. He’s not the loser anymore.

Shoving two of his fingers inside of you with ease, his eyelids flutter for a minute. Groaning at the way your pussy easily sucks him in, gushing wet slick warmth around his digits. Thick fingers finally stretch between your walls, already so swollen with blood and restless rage of hunger to be filled. “Greedy pussy, sucking on my fingers.” He says between gritted teeth, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Crooking them deeper, he angles his wrist to get inside past his knuckles. Pushing his cock harder against your back, writhing against you creating sweet friction that runs through his balls. Suctioning heat grips around his digits, using more strength to penetrate and rub the tips of his fingers against a squishy part deep inside of you. He grunts as you let out a strangled cry, bouncing against his cock until you manage to fully sit on his lap and rub your ass on the tent pressing out of his sweats.

“F-fuck.” Heeseung’s mind slips for a moment. Breaking his gaze away from your perky ass cheeks going up and down over his lap. He clenches the backs of his teeth, shoving his thick fingers in and out of you faster. Pushing them against your velvety wet walls, hitting each nerve that numbs through your core, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

“Daddy, please, w-want your cock. Fuck m-me!” You stutter, mostly unintelligibly. Stumbling on your words between gasps and moans.

“Wait.” He says firmly. Trying to keep himself calm and collected as his other hand sweeps down lower, tapping your clit while simultaneously working his digits in and out of your cunt. “You don’t tell me what to do.” Sucking your earlobe between his lips, he furiously pumps his fingers. Aiming them deep exactly where you need, tapping your clit with rapid speed that has you throwing your hips up again.

“Want..” you whisper, sounding dazed. Voice trailing off as you blink to look at him. Chest heaving up and down, coughing between your tears that keep spilling out. Writhing against him, your lips open and part over and over again. Losing your train of thought as Heeseung works his fingers to move at the same speed. Pinching your bundle of nerves between two digits, scissoring your cunt open to take his cock soon. The anticipation of what’s to come pinches through your limbs. Stilling as your orgasm approaches and the pace of his touch stirs you into a frenzy, rolling your clit between his fingers so roughly, you think that you could die from the stimulation.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Lost in the headspace you’ve fallen into, you can’t stop chanting out every wanton beg possible. Slewing nonsense as a wash of cold drenches down your body, sweating even with the cold brrr of air conditioning circulating around. You manage to kick out from under Heeseung’s legs, feet pointed out and eyes clenched. “A-aahh!”

Relentless fingers curve inside of you, pulling all of your release out. Shooting slick past the two digits lodged deep inside of you as you scream out and reach to pull on his hair. Pussy dripping everywhere as the sound of coins chimes so loud throughout your bedroom. Cumming so hard that the clear liquid almost reaches the camera, landing in trickles at the ledge of your bed.

Popping his fingers free, he lifts his drenched hand to your face. Harshly breathing against your back as he stretches them open, playing with your sticky cum dripping down his palm. “Came from that alone? And still think that you deserve my cock?”

The loudest whimper you’ve let out breaks from your lips, twisting your neck back with wet eyes. “Please! Want your cock! I deserve it! I deserve it!” You say erratically, grabbing his hand and dragging his wet pruned fingertips down the middle of your tongue.

He tsk, tugging them away and smearing the rest of your wet slick onto your cheek. “That all you got?”

God he hopes it is. His cock throbs, preparing to rip right through his sweats if he doesn’t fuck you already. Choking on a moan when he lifts his eyebrows up and down, you shake your head and get on your knees. Arching your back with your ass jutted out, dropping your chest to the bed.

Shakily sitting up, he strokes up and down the backs of your thighs, cupping your ass to test the weight of it in his hands. He squeezes for a minute, pinching one side of your soaked through panties between his fingers before dragging the material together.

“Ah, fuck.” He curses, kissing the backs of his teeth. The pink jewel gleaming between your ass cheeks shoots painful pangs straight through his cock. Tapping on the end of the plug sitting nicely inside of your ass. He hisses again as it pulsates in and out, catching your gaze looking back at him with hope. “This for me?”

“Mmhmm,” swaying your hips side to side to entice him, you reach back and pull your buttcheeks apart. Gripping at the plug covered with a ton of lube and your slick that slipped down. Pulsing the gem to taunt him. “W-want you.”

Pushing himself away from your pillows, he rubs over his bulge, lips pulled back baring his teeth. “That’s how you want to get fucked, huh?” He softly chuckles, leaning over your bent posture. Palm finding the back of your neck to keep you held down in place. “Fucked up the ass like a whore before I ruin your pussy?”

His rasped whispered words nearly force the plug out of your ass, nodding fast before you break into another round of pleads. You slowly blink at him, licking the tip of his nose. “Give it to me.”

God. It’s as if every single shitty thing that’s ever happened to him gets erased from his memory. Only leaving space to remember this moment, how perfect you are, how not even in his wildest fantasies would he have ever been able to come up with anything this good.

Sitting back up with his hand remaining heavy on your neck, he shoves his sweats down, enough to free his length and stroke the mess of precum that's coated his tip. Slapping the meaty girth down on your ass just to hear the loud clap of skin on skin swarm around him, dizzying him all the more. He gets behind you, letting go of your throat to scratch down the top of your spine and unhook your bra, shoving the straps away for the perfect view of the pretty sunken dip between your shoulder blades.

Grabbing around the sparkling end of the plug, he pulls it out only an inch, shoving it back inside only to make you lose your mind. To hear the tongue-tied jarble you let out, crying and begging. “What was that?” He asks coldly, dark eyes trailing down your body. Squeezing your hips and slotting his cock between your ass.

“F-fuck my hole, fuck my ass.” You ask too sweetly, softly. Voice torn to shreds from all the tears that you wanted to rain down so badly.

Heeseung has to take a deep breath when he pulls the plug free. Choking on his spit as our rim flutters, glistening with lube, gaped and empty. Made for his cock to fuck and fill.

For a minute he rubs his length up and down your rim, questioning how exactly he’s supposed to fit in there. You wanted it to hurt..

Cupping your core, he smears the wetness dribbling out on his palm. Painting the mess of it onto his size before pulling his hips back and slamming forward. Penetrating past the tip due to the prep you did earlier and the lubricant still coating your insides. He manages to get half of his length in with one thrust. Eyes squeezing shut at the immediate tight heat he’s met with.

An obscene pleasured and pained moan echoes around him. Splitting you apart on his cock as he thrusts in deeper and meets obstruction, coming to a still to suck air in through his nose.

“Ah—ahh!” You scramble beneath him. Hands roaming for something to dig your nails into, clutching at the bedding. The toy had been useful to prep you for this, but not good enough to prepare for just how thick and big Heeseung is. Filling your ass so full, so fucking full that it’s blinding. Looking at the inside of your skull from the way your eyes roll back. Tasting his cock so deep, you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to accept another.

It’s only a minute or less before he’s pulling back out to the tip. Groaning at the way your hole pulsates around him, trying to suck him back inside. Hooking his hands onto your garter, he thrusts back inside with more force. Ripping another long cry from your throat that could shatter glass. The sting of his punching thrusts claps against your ass, filling the room with your heavy breathing, the collision of wet skin, sounds of pleasure reaching new heights.

Heeseung aims at the same spot inside of you over and over again. His clothed thighs pressed against the back of yours as a reminder that he’s still dressed from the waist down, really painting the picture of what a whore you must look like right now. Getting fucked like this in front of thousands, subscribers who will never forget this judging from the sound of pings coming from the chat.

Fat tears burn down your cheeks as he bends forward and really rides your ass. Burying his feet into the bed with his hips pressed against yours, hitting so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. Running one of his hands back down to your neck, he grips it for a minute. Clutching your throat as be brutally pounds into your ass and drops his gaze down to watch your skin ripple and bounce against him. Pulling back and snapping his hips forward with enough force to shove your face deeper into the bed, muffling your pretty cries. “This is what you wanted.” He groans, licking at drool dripping down his chin.

“Y-yes!”

“Tell them,” fisting a wad of your hair, he pulls your head back. Bowing your back in and cracking your neck muscles in the process. You let out a shout, blinking large wet eyes right at the camera. “Tell them how good it feels.”

Breath lodges in your throat, makeup ruined from the tears that have smeared across your face. The chat obviously loses it when you finally acknowledge them. “L-love getting my tight little ass fucked.”

Fuck. Heeseung has to drop his chin in order to hide his face. Cock twitching inside of your ass at the lewd way you talk, making so many jealous, making him lose all ties to his sanity. The sound of skin hitting skin grows louder, fist tightening in your hair. He rams down and fucks your ass with ferocity. The arch in your back looks impossibly deep now, undoubtedly painful. Showing off your pretty marked up throat for all of your horny viewers to envy. Fucking his thick cock as his hips jerk with each squeeze you give. He growls, suddenly throwing your head down to grip your hips. “Come on, fucking you this good. Where the fuck are your manners?”

The last thing your brain can process is what the hell manners even mean right now. “I-I—I dunno.” You whimper, repeating yourself a few more times.

“Don’t act dumb.” He rolls his hips. Circling them and his cock deep inside of your ass. His fingers slide down your cheeks, dipping into your open mouth, and he pulls. Yanks you back by your mouth, drooling out onto the bed as you look at the camera in shock. “Tongue out like that, say thank you.”

The image on the screen makes his cock throb. Beating against the insides of your ass, tightening his balls up as drool drips out down your tongue. Covering his fingers with spit and your tears that flow like no tomorrow.

“T-thank you.”

God you sound pathetic, groveling and struggling to move your mouth. Coughing out a wad of spit as he continues to fuck your ass open, jabbing out more trickles of drool to fly out.

Heeseung fully pulls you back, stretching your mouth all the way open as he sits you right on his cock and fucks into you with manic speed. Blinking sweat away from his eyes, he watches himself with the most deranged expression, pummeling deep inside of your ass. Tits bouncing on the screen with your bra discarded somewhere on the bed. Panties all strewn and ruined, thigh highs enhancing how sexy and fuckable you look. He feels crazed, mouth going slack, eyebrows pinched together.

“Hee—“ you seize up around him, gurgling his name. Dropping his fingers from your mouth he grips around your throat with both hands. Leveraging his strength with a chokehold, he uses extra force to bounce you up and down his length. Even as you lock up and make it near impossible for his cock to move. Tiny hole making it harder for him to fuck you, filling him with insatiable rage as he thrusts harder, knocking tearsdrop from your chin.

Slick glistens all over your parted open inner thighs. Darkening the material of your thigh highs. He can’t believe it, how much you want it, how much you’re enjoying it. Loving it and begging for more, such a.. “Slut.” He bites out, placing his lips by your ear. Your mouth never shuts even after he lets go, tongue hanging out akin to a thirst starved animal. Panting heavily with no strength left in your jaw or ability to form coherent words. Letting out choked whines and wheezes, jabbed out with each sharp thrust he gives you.

Fucked without a care, pure abandon because he knows he still has to fuck you. Giving it his all with each slam of his hips, he bites on your earlobe. Dropping one hand between your thighs to deliver a harsh skin burning slap. The wet sound emitting out loud, swelling your cunt even more upon impact. He slaps again and again until you’re writhing against him, coughing, head dropped back releasing the most desperate sounds.

“This.” He huffs roughly, throwing his hips up with a powerful impact. “Is. What. You. Want?”

The gruff tone vibrates through your skull, slaps against your core matching his thrusts. Grazing your engorged clit in the most mind crushing way. Fucked into oblivion and aching everywhere, from the stinging pain all over your scalp to the bruises forming on your hips and neck. Exactly how you like it. Heeseung licks up your damp cheek, lips returning to press to your ear. “Gonna cum just from my cock in your ass?”

A silent scream cuts like knives inside of your throat, jaw dropped, eyes rolled all the way back. The most obscene pornographic stream your viewers have seen from you. Blowing their minds where they jerk off behind their computer screens to another man bringing you to your highest peakest of pleasure. Entire body quivering, ass clamping down on his cock, squirting onto your ruined bedding again as you reach climax. Entire body going limp as clear wet jumps from your unused cunt, going slack in his arms.

He growls, setting you back down onto all fours. Cock screaming inside of your tight asshole as his body begs for release. He squats over you on the bed, feet digging into the sheets. Pressing down on your shoulders, he thrusts in with determination, growing sloppy as you let out a howled scream. And his teeth grind together, rolling his hips down as the first string of sticky white string pours out of his tip. Stilling to bury the rest of his cum deep inside of your ass. He trembles, hunching over your body. The weight of him too much in your weakened state, sending you both to topple over.

“Fuck.”

Filthy. The smell of hot sex permeating around him. His cum trickling out of your gaped hole, the way his cock smacks against his stomach. He gasps for breath, rubbing over his face in disbelief. Even the chat quiets down for a minute, only a few chimes of coins drop. It’s possible that everyones too stunned to speak much of anything after that.

Catching his breath, he sits back up, turns to push your hair that’s now a complete mess out of your face. “Safe word?”

“Mm..” you try to smile, weak and dopey still coming down from your orgasm. “V-videos..” You slightly nod, pecking his lips as he leans in and rubs his nose against yours.

“Good girl.”

Heeseung blinks at the screens, crawling closer to the corner of your bed to read a few messages.

G00nking: ‘BREED HER PUSSY PLSS I’M FUCKING BEGGING DUDE!!’

-G00nking sent 1000 coins

YourDaddy97: ‘I second that, destroy her. Need to see that pussy filled with cum.’

-YourDaddy97 sent 1500 coins

MilkTitZSucker: ‘BREED HER BREED HER BREED HER!!’

Getting off of the bed, he shoves his sweats off, kicking his boxers aside. The chat continues to explode with requests to fist you, eat your ass, but the ones begging to breed you overpower all of them, spamming until they get their way. “We’re not done yet.” He says to the camera, reaching for your thighs to drag you closer. Legs hung off the bed with a perfect shot of your cunt for the camera, gaining a lot more earnings. He rubs up your calves to your knees, snapping the tops of your sticky thigh highs against your skin. Smoothing over your aching wet pussy, cupping it with his hand, heel of his palm digging against your clit. He teases for a few seconds, playing with your garter belt, massaging up to your breast to cup and squeeze. “One more baby? Can’t disappoint your fans.”

Slowly nodding your head, you reach for him, hands opening and closing needily. Pouting for them to be held. Linking his fingers between yours, he settles between your legs. Laying down with his chest pressed to yours, kissing your chin.

The first time you had sex had been slow, soft, mostly exploring each other’s bodies with tons of foreplay. But right now he needs to be inside of you, to feel every inch of his cock trapped in your warmth. Angling his hips, he presses his forehead to your cheek. Looking down to aim the tip of his length at your wet opening, gently nudging until he can press in. “Ughh..” he sighs, loving how wet you stay, even after all the abuse your ass endured. You slick up around his cockhead, making the push easier to pop the rest of it inside.

He prods for less than a minute to let you get used to the stretch. Grabbing your hands to place them on your breast, grasping your shoulders and pushing himself up. Dropping his lower half to penetrate deeper, inch by inch disappearing as you croon; toying with your nipples between your digits.

“Big—“ you say watery, shiny lips covered with drool. “S’too much, c-can’t.”

Heeseung can feel it, your cunt pulsing around his length. Pussy walls closing on him to push him out and pull him in deeper. Another gush of arousal pours down to his balls, cursing as he pulls out to the tip and gets a look at his glossy slick cock. “Don’t move,” he spits out, biting at his lip. “L-let me just—“

“Daddy—can’t fit you inside my pussy.” You say in a breathless exhausted voice. Heavy eyelids draped low, giving you the most sultry bedroom eyes.

Fuck.

His eyes slam shut to not cum too fast, balls clenched with the threat. A low groan tears from his throat, gripped even tighter as you wail again. “You’re so b-big, stretching me so good.”

“Yeah baby.” Heeseung can’t think of anything. Can’t think of what to do or say, only focused on how tight your pussy sucks his cock. His skin flushing and shining with sweat the longer he holds himself back from fucking you in earnest. “Like that?”

His hips buck on their own, burying himself to the hilt. Leaning forward, he really sinks your shoulders into the bed, somehow getting the very last inch of his cock inside of you. The pressure wide and firm, pressing his cockhead so deep. “The way you s-squeeze, fuck.”

Taking a hold of your neck, he reaches down to hook your thigh over his hip. Snaking his hand between your lower halves to rub your clit. He uses the new angle to grind his cock inside of you, matching the rhythm with the way his fingers circle around your clit. Fingers slipping lower between your folds from how wet you are. He pinches it between his digits and lets out a groan when you start to cum again. Pussy desperately contracting around his size, sliding in and out through your release. Continuing to work his cock through it, he kisses you again, licking your bee stung bitten lips. “Feel good?”

Mindlessly nodding and too delirious to answer, you let go of your breasts to hold on to his shoulders. His hips snap, thrusting in more ruthless with the extra glide of your slick. The hand on your throat loosens as he reaches down and grips your thighs. Pulling them both to press against his hips as he hammers in and out of your pussy. Clenching his teeth as he smooths to the backs to your knees and slowly rolls his hips trying to keep a fast pace. He pushes your knee pits forward, making them meet your shoulders as he bends you in half with his cock lodged inside of you. Strangled moans and whines mix with the grunts and groans he keeps letting out, shoving in again when he sees the skin under your navel protrude. “Fuck baby, that hurt?”

He does it again to hear you whimper, shaking your head. “Daddy please!”

Dragging his hands to your ankles, he moans and presses against the spot again. Rocking his hips forward faster with each thrust. “Please what, I said use your fucking words.”

“C-cum for me daddy,” you sound so pretty, moaning your words loudly. Cracking as they pass through your scratchy throat painfully. “Cum inside m-me!”

God. That does it. Heeseung’s arousal consumes him, gaze dropping from your angelically obscene face to your wrecked cunt. Staring at the way your the skin lining the rim of your entrance clings to his thick cock so pitifully. Snapping around him and luring him in deeper even if you can’t handle anymore. Selfishly wanting to be used and taken again and again.

“More!” You whine, weakly shoving your core against him to make him move faster.

Pressing roughly at the backs of your knees, he’s in full control now. Fucking forward so hard that all you can do is take and take. Breath hitching and locking in your throat as he pounds into you. Finding the perfect angle to drag his cock in and out.

Another wet splash of slick hits his groin, trickling down to his drenched balls. Making a mess between his thighs covered with your slick. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, fucking through the stream of squirt reaching high enough to hit the middle of his chest. “That’s it.” He groans, thrusting even harder.

Thighs still shake against him as you come down and gasps loudly. Digging your nails into the skin under his pecs, scratching and staring up at him in disbelief. It’s too overwhelming, the heat of your bodies meeting like this, the sticky wet sounds growing louder with each thrust. “G-gonna fucking—fuck your pussy full of cum.” He says strained, raspy and out of breath. “That’s what you want? That’s what you want!”

Blown out eyes stare down at you, forcing your legs open wider to find that spot deep inside of you that aches so good. He loses it, going crazy inside of your pussy. Thrusting so fast that it slides your back up the bed with him. Throwing all of his weight into each drop of his hips. “Fuck!”

Dropping your legs, he lets them flop out to your sides. Resting one hand on your lower belly and the other against your heart, beating so hard he can feel it. Thrusting deep, hitting the skin under his palm. The feeling of both at the same time does something to his brain, blacking out as you start to cum again. But he doesn’t stop, wants to fill your pussy until its dripping with his seed. Chasing his orgasm, he lets out a string of curses, cutting to shuddering breaths. His thrusts get messy, slowing down the last few as his face scrunches up and he lets out the longest broken groan. Spilling load after load of creamy hot white cum inside of your clenched pussy. His toes curl, hips twitching forward with slow pumps to drag it out.

He has to tuck his lips in to stop himself from saying something that could potentially scare you away, especially in front of thousands of gawking eyes. “Ugh..”

Lightly falling on top of you, he starts to pull out. Hissing and gliding the rest of his length free from your hole still squeezing around him. Dropping his body fully onto your bed, he hears the pings from the chat room, leaning over to kiss your forehead before he gets up to turn it off. “Be right back.”

“Mmph..” you mumble, half asleep. Standing up, he wipes his dick clean with his shirt, stepping into his sweats as he makes his way over to the computer.

‘Thanks for joining us, everyone. Have a goodnight.’

Turning everything off, he exits from the screens and makes his way to your bathroom to get a towel to clean you off with. Remembering to go back out to the hallway and grab his bag before he makes his way over to your limp figure curled up in bed. “You can’t sleep like this baby.” He smiles, wiping the dry cum and slick off of your thighs and stomach. Tenderly cleaning between your thighs when you hiss.

“Yes I can.” You say, muffled with your face half dug into a pillow.

“But I have something for you.”

Peeking open one eye, you look at him. Pushing up to sit up and groaning about your back. “More labubu’s?”

“Mmm no.. better, maybe.” He gets up, tossing the dirty towel into your hamper. Setting his bag down on your bed, he unzips it and holds it closed. “I didn’t only pack a huge bag to stay over for tonight, but because I finally finished your bow.��

“Oh my God!” You squeak, bouncing up and down in place. Heeseung coughs, digging his hoodie out from the bag for you before he gets distracted again.

“Hope you’ll like it..” he blushes, really worked hard on it for weeks. Longer than he had originally wanted to, but you deserved something to hold that could match up to your beauty.

Carefully taking it out, he unwraps the cloth from it. Holding the bow out for you. Hands shaking as he does. “Heeseung, I can’t believe you did this for me..” eyes swollen from crying look over the details, the painting, how much craftsmanship went into this. Touching over the carvings with a huge smile on your face. “I almost forgot about this.. I love it!”

“It’s nothing.” He can’t stop smiling. Wanting to rub the heat away from his cheeks as you stand up, his hoodie hanging just below your hips. You arch back and stretch the bow, directing the arrow at his chest.

“Wizard, what do you have to say for yourself? Falling for a druid? Have you no shame?”

Wrapping his hand around the pointed tip of the arrow, he presses it to his chest. “I dunno, maybe I’m stupid.” He snorts, releasing the arrow to spread out his arms. “I’m your captive now, my druidess, to do with me whatever you please.”

“Anything left to say before I make you mine?” Stretching the bow, you raise an eyebrow. The playful glint in your eye still manages to radiate in your dim lit room. Even though he knows this is all for fun, joking around with your weapon aimed at his chest, he can’t help to think that he’d let you shoot him down without a fight.

He’d let you win everytime, just to watch you light up and smile. To do whatever he can to make you happy, even if just for a minute.

“I love the way you look at me too.”

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#no one can do what i do sorry #(nawt sorry)

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