#w: jay

[gureumz]

if only you knew (that i can see you)

rating: explicit

member: jay

premise: you're enhypen's new manager and it's palpable how instantly this one member takes a liking to you. you're adamant about keeping things professional but he's very persuasive.

notes: fem!reader, dom!jay, slightly dubious consent, dirty talk, mentions of vomiting, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, a quickie (but a very hot one imo), office romance-ish (?), mentions of drinking, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: fourth of my 1k follower special! oh, writer's block is a bitch. one whole month of nothing and i churn this out in one night. big, big apologies if i've become rusty over the past month, but i couldn't get this story out of my head. also, title is by from madame swift's 'i can see you'. please enjoy!

you feel like throwing up. right this minute, right at this very second.

you're fully convinced that you're about to hurl all over your pristine brand-new sneakers, spewing chunks of this morning's breakfast (a single cup of iced coffee) on the company's shiny, newly-waxed floor.

you're moments away from it, you can feel something catch in your throat. this is it, you know this is it. goodbye to your new job, your company benefits, goodbye to this godforsaken earth—

"sorry, are you lost?"

you whip around, eyes wide. towering over you is a man, sharp-featured, lean, and unbelievably handsome.

you swallow, trying to find an answer to give.

"i'm the new assistant manager. sejin-sunbaenim told me to come straight to dance practice room 2," you manage to say with as minimal tremor as you can. the man raises both eyebrows.

"oh, it's you," the handsome stranger says, bowing. "you're ______."

you nod, chest loosening at the sound of your name. so you're in the right place, after all. one less thing to worry about.

"that's me," you confirm, bowing back.

"cool. i'm jay," the man responds with an easy smile. he reaches out and you grasp his hand in yours.

oh, he's so warm.

"i...know," you mumble out, chuckling nervously.

jay grins. he drops your hand, motioning to the door behind you.

"sejin-nim is inside. so are the others," jay informs, reaching over for the door handle. you sidestep, and for a moment, you feel like a nervous bunny, jumping all over the place and flinching at the slightest sound.

in your defense, the last thing you want is to cross any boundaries on your first day.

jay smiles at you again, pulling the door open. "after you."

you blink, momentarily distracted by the dimple on his cheek. you quickly regain your bearings, smiling sheepishly as you step into the room.

you're quickly whisked into a flurry of introductions. each enhypen member seems equally excited, or at least pleased, to meet you. they shake your hand, bow, and greet you with bright, boyish smiles.

you're dazed by the end of it all, but at least you're not thinking about throwing up anymore.

"you have the calendar i shared with you, right?" sejin, your superior, asks after the members have difted off, busying themselves with warm-ups.

you recall the zoom conference you had with sejin a week ago, how you pored over every phone number, email, and address pertinent to your job as enhypen's new manager.

"yes," you answer.

"everything's there. all orange tasks are mine, and all blue ones are kyungjun's. he's not here now, but you'll meet him probably tomorrow. you can pick another color for your tasks in the mean time," sejin explains.

"i'll email you every morning with things i need help with and you can add those to the calendar afterward," he continues. "for today, i just want you to shadow me to see what a typical day looks like for us."

you nod along, occasionally glancing at your phone, the managers' calendar flashed on your screen.

you ignore the way your heart drops when you see the stacks of orange and blue piled on each tile.

as if reading your thoughts, sejin chuckles beside you. "it may look like a lot, but the boys make it easier. they're total professionals."

you laugh along, turning back to the group. your eyes immediately settle on jay who's quick to catch your gaze.

he smiles and you smile back.

---

"________-nim! how was your first day?"

you look up from your phone, momentarily abandoning the email you were composing, an inquiry sejin assigned you to send to a local media franchise. you were on your fifth reread.

you realize with a start that it's jay.

he sets a large paper bag down on the table. you're late to notice the drink carrier he has in his other hand.

"well, however it went, i got you a drink and dinner to commemorate your first day," jay adds, taking one out of the two drinks from the carrier. he slides the cup towards you and your cheeks immediately heat up.

"you didn't have to," you say, laughing nervously. "you're too kind, jay."

jay beams at this. he pushes the paper bag towards you as well.

"this is from all the members," jay informs. "as thanks for working hard today."

before you can reply, jay bows briefly before waving goodbye and walking away.

you stare at the paper bag for a few moments, a weird flutter taking over your body.

---

jay is...strange.

or, at least, you think he's been acting strange.

it's only been a little over a month since your first day. it was easy for you to fall into a routine, seeing as the group is in between promotions. a photoshoot every other day, a pre-recording once a week, dance practice every day after dinner. the most stress you've had so far was when you forgot to phone the van driver about a change in schedule, leaving you and half the members stranded at a certain broadcast station.

jay had comforted you then, as you were near tears. he laid a hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing against your sweater in an attempt to soothe you.

"it happens," jay had said. you didn't even notice his hand had moved from your arm down to the small of your back.

"you're doing great," he added before withdrawing his hand.

you thought about that moment the whole night. how warm his touch was, how gentle he handled your near-breakdown.

he was your responsibility and yet jay was the one that came to your rescue.

you went out on your first official team dinner a few days after that, with the whole managerial team present along with the members. sejin recommended a quaint, yet highly-acclaimed restaurant off one of the side streets around the company.

jay had squeezed in beside you at the table, so close you can feel his body heat radiating off him. a few times his knees knocked against yours but neither of you acted like you noticed.

it was then the first inkling of suspicion rose in you.

could jay be...?

surely not. he was just being nice. he's the literal definition of a gentleman. it's just the way jay is.

of course. it's totally in his character to bring you coffee almost every day. it's normal that he rushes to open every door you walk through. there's definitely nothing weird about him gifting you an expensive box of chocolates for completing your first month on the job.

he's not flirting with you. that would be silly.

you sigh, shaking off these thoughts as you approach the small practice booth at the end of the hall. you can hear the sound of a guitar from the inside.

"jay?" you call out, knuckles knocking against the glass door. the guitar stops.

"yeah?" comes a muffled voice from inside. you slowly push the door open, peeking your head in.

jay is seated in front of the computer, his electric guitar cradled in his arms. he's sporting a loose white shirt and black joggers. his hair is unstyled, black tresses falling over his eyes. he brushes it back with his fingers.

"you have a recording like—," you pause, checking your watch. "right now."

jay gives a start, checking his phone. he groans, setting his guitar down on its stand.

"right," he mutters under his breath. he sighs, rising up from his seat.

you watch as he stretches, the bottom of his shirt riding up to reveal the top of his boxers peeking out from his pants. you catch a glimpse of a very thin sliver of skin.

you try your best to ignore that.

"you better hurry before the producer kicks both of our asses," you urge lightly, crossing your arms. you've been trying to be more assertive with the members lately, seeing as you've already had enough time to know more about them and how they're supposed to be spending their days under your supervision.

"yes ma'am," jay replies, approaching you. you step out of the doorway to let him pass.

he doesn't move for a few seconds and you peer up at him with a questioning look on your face.

"can i ask you something?" jay blurts out, shoving his hands in his pockets.

you glance around to make sure no one is nearby. you have a feeling he's about to ask something that's a little less appropriate for work.

"are you single?"

you nearly choke on your own spit. you had a sense of what he was going to ask, but you never expected him to be this direct.

"may i know why you're asking?" you reply, treading carefully. one wrong move and you can end up dismissed from this long-coveted job of yours.

jay shrugs. "just curious."

you chew on your lip, contemplating how to go about his question. you let out a breath, deciding that there's no harm in being truthful.

"i am," you confirm.

jay nods. "same."

you quirk an eyebrow at this. cocking your head to the side, you ask, "really? how come?"

"i'm sure you see how busy we are," jay counters with a smirk.

it's your turn to shrug. "that doesn't stop jake from texting that girl from—"

"you know about that?!" jay cuts in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

you snicker, shaking your head.

"i know a lot of things, jay. i'm with you guys almost every waking hour of the day," you inform.

jay looks at you with an unreadable expression. something between fear and confusion. it makes you giggle.

"i technically should take it up with HR and higher management, but the other managers and i agreed that until you guys decide to go sneaking off on late-night dates, we'll keep it under wraps."

jay's mouth hangs open, still in disbelief.

"so, if you're planning on taking some girl out, you better let me know," you say, giving jay a pointed look.

jay's expression changes then as he ducks his head to avoid your eyes.

"not gonna happen," he says.

jay gives you a curt nod and smile before pushing past you out into the hallway.

---

you and jay don't talk about that night.

you know that he knows that you know the reason he asked about the state of your love life. he definitely did it on purpose to open up the discussion.

you're determined to squash the notion before it develops further.

you're not doing it to be mean. you'd never want to hurt jay on purpose. but you have a job to do and a reputation to keep.

jay knows that. he should know that.

you get the impression that even if he did, he doesn't care. not when he's sauntering over to you now, a bag of food and an iced coffee in his hands.

"mind if i join you?" jay asks, already sliding into the seat across you. there's barely any other people in the hybe cafeteria but a nervous chill still runs up your spine.

this is nothing. just a friendly lunch between a manager and her member.

"you didn't leave me much choice," you say with a laugh.

jay shrugs, winking at you playfully. you quickly avert your eyes. better to not say anything.

"i like your outfit today," jay compliments, taking a sip of his coffee.

you glance down at yourself. you're in a plain, short-sleeved blouse, white and a little sheer. you paired it with comfortable black corduroy pants and sneakers.

nothing special. to you, at least.

you had to feign ignorance on the way jay had stared at you the whole morning while you were in a meeting.

"thank you," you reply curtly, taking a bite of your kimbap.

"i'm taking you guys home tonight." you quickly revert to another subject.

"kyungjun-sunbaenim has to attend to other things so he assigned me to make sure all of you get home safe and in one piece for today."

jay nods. "got it."

"you guys don't have anything scheduled after 11 so i expect all of you to be at the lobby by that time," you add.

you can feel jay staring as you continue to pick at your food. you fight the urge to look up.

"will do," he finally says.

---

"do you need me to walk you guys up?"

you lean out of the passenger side window, watching as the members file out of the vans in front of their apartment building. thankfully, they all heeded your word, showing up at the lobby at 11:05, ready to head home for the day.

as if to prove that the heavens were on your side, the ride home was awfully quiet, too, which was a surprise considering that it was jay, jake, and sunghoon that decided to ride along with you.

jungwon shakes his head to your question, walking up to your side of the van.

"we're good, _______-noona," jungwon says. "you get home safe, though!"

riki nods along, skipping up to you. "yeah, or else jay hyung is g—"

the youngest is cut off with a sharp elbow to his ribs by jay. riki splutters out in disbelief, complaining, but he's herded off by sunoo.

"good night," jay calls out over his shoulder, waving at you.

you wave back, observing as the boys enter the building, finally letting yourself relax as the last of them disappear through the doors.

---

a vibration jolts against your cheek and you gasp as you're ripped right out of your deep slumber.

you realize in your sleep-hazed mind that it's your phone that woke you up, ringing incessantly. you must have fallen asleep with your face against it.

you press the 'answer' button, the faint beginnings of irritability creeping up your chest.

"hello?" you say, voice sharp.

"_______-noona? i'm so sorry for waking you if you were sleeping, but i didn't know who else to call. we're sorry but we went out to drink after you dropped us off and jay hyung had a little more alcohol than he could handle."

the voice rambles on and it takes you a second to remember who it belongs to.

"jungwon? where are you? who's with you?"

a short pause. you hear the faint sound of a voice, rapidly complaining. you think it's sunoo.

"we took a cab back to our apartment but jay hyung won't get up so we're out here on the front steps," jungwon explains.

"he's just too heavy for sunoo-hyung and i while he's in this state, and the rest of the hyungs are already passed out upstairs," he adds.

you press a hand on your forehead. this can't be happening right now.

a million thoughts run through your head but you will them to quiet down, focusing instead at the task at hand.

"how about riki?" you ask.

"nothing is going to wake him up now, noona," jungwon says, exasperated.

"please, we're not in the—hic—best state, either," jungwon continues. you can still hear sunoo in the background.

you fight the urge to groan.

"okay, okay, i'm on my way," you finally say.

---

you practically fly out of the taxi, not even bothering to wait for your change. you see three figures at the front of the building and you immediately recognize them as jay, sunoo, and jungwon.

"what the hell, jay?" you ask, rushing over. sunoo and jungwon have resigned themselves to sitting on both sides of jay's sprawled figure on the stairs.

jay is on his side, hands tucked under his head as if sleeping on the most comfortable bed instead of rough concrete.

"we tried," sunoo says with a pout. his eyes are glassy, but his speech seems fine. probably tipsy, you think.

"i can carry him just fine," jungwon speaks up. his speech is definitely slurred. "but that's when he's conscious and when i'm not drunk off three bottles of soju."

"jesus christ," you say under your breath.

"okay, i'll grab from under his arms, sunoo you grab his legs, and jungwon, support his torso and that big fat ass of his," you instruct, positioning yourself at jay's head.

jay giggles suddenly, eyes blinking open slowly.

"you think my ass is fat?" jay asks, barely comprehensible with how drunk he is.

"shut up," you respond, huffing. you tuck your hands at his armpits, hooking your arms through.

sunoo and jungwon follow suit.

carrying a nearly six-foot-tall man weighing more than what you can deadlift in the rare times you're at the gym was exactly as difficult as you expected, even with additional help.

it took the three of you ten whole minutes to haul jay towards the elevator and about fifteen to get him down the hall to their unit.

only god knows where the apartment's security guard is amidst all this.

"just a little more," you pant as you combine your efforts to drag jay towards his shared bedroom with jake.

you kick the door open as you heave all your might into getting jay across the threshold.

the room's empty. jake's probably in heeseung's room.

your legs give out before you can get jay to his bed. sunoo and jungwon fall to their knees as well, all three of you breathing heavily from the effort.

"i need to throw up," jungwon declares, dashing out of the room.

"i need...," sunoo pauses, a hand held up as if to silence you, despite you not having said a word.

"i need water and an aspirin," sunoo finally says, stumbling out of the room as well.

he's gracious enough to close the door behind him.

you get up, feeling around for a bedside lamp, muttering a soft 'yes' when you finally feel a switch between your fingers. you turn the lamp on, bathing the room in a soft yellow glow.

you turn to see jay's slumped figure, his back resting on the foot of one of the beds. you approach quietly, kneeling down next to him.

"you're such an idiot," you whisper, brushing back some of the damp hair away from jay's forehead. "who told you to get this drunk?"

"no one," jay responds. you nearly jump, not expecting jay to be lucid at this point in time.

"you know i'm gonna have to tell the other managers about this," you softly berate jay, tugging off his jacket. he giggles, holding his hands over his chest.

"why are you undressing me? do you wanna fuck me or something?" jay asks in his drunken stupor.

you roll your eyes. "no, stupid, i'm making sure you're as comfortable as you can be while in this state."

"liar," jay counters. "you so wanna fuck me."

"i could report you for inappropriate behavior," you reply quietly, throwing jay's jacket to the side. you reach for the topmost buttons of his polo.

"see? you're getting me naked," jay continues, reaching out to take ahold of your wrist.

you stop to look up and you realize that jay has his eyes open, pupils focused on you. his grip tightens around your wrist as he pulls you closer.

"you know right?" jay asks.

your first instinct is to feign innocence, to ask him what he's talking about.

but you do know.

"you're drunk, jay," you supply rather simply. "we'll talk tomorrow."

jay smiles, reaching out to cup one side of your face. you freeze, letting jay's thumb run along your cheekbone before traveling down to your lips. he traces the curves of your mouth, staring intently.

you don't know whether you leaned in or if jay pulled you down, but a moment later, your mouth is against his, a desperate, messy press of lips. he licks right into you, and you can't help the groan that escapes you.

you can't be doing this. this is a clear breach of protocol, this is illegal, even.

"jay," you whisper against his lips. "jay, please."

jay pauses, pulling away slightly. he nuzzles against your cheek, waiting for you to speak.

"we can't keep doing this," you say, prying jay off you. "at least not when you're still drunk."

jay gives you a long, hard look. his eyes are half-lidded as if a step away from sleep. his mouth is parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"i'll remember this tomorrow," jay declares.

you sigh, leaning in to peck his lips one last time.

"we'll see."

---

the whole thing blew up in the members' faces. and yours.

you got a good telling-off from sejin, but thankfully nothing reached upper management. the whole group was called into one of the conference rooms the next day and sejin spared no one in his heated scolding. not even riki.

('i was sleeping!' riki had argued. sejin planted his hands firmly on his hips and listed the many different ways ni-ki could have contacted any of the managers to at least inform us of the older members' whereabouts)

you stood very still in the corner, having already received the tamer, abridged version of sejin's speech.

it's been a week now and everything was as normal as it could be, the only difference being that the whole group would be required to have their locations turned on at all times for the next few weeks until management was sure they wouldn't pull another stunt like that again.

oh, and you've been avoiding jay like the plague.

you're thankful that he made no effort in approaching you outside of what was appropriate for work and whenever he did, he'd look anywhere but your face.

it hurt you a bit to see him like this, knowing that he's probably embarrassed with the whole thing. though, you're not quite sure if he's also affected by or if he even remembers the incident in his room.

you're so deep in thought while storming down the hallway, that you nearly run into someone. their firm arms reach out to keep you steady as you try and regain your balance.

you look up and all air is knocked out of your lungs.

"oh, hi jay," you greet, stepping back. your palms clam up as memories of that night the week before flash in your mind.

"hi, ________-noona," he replies.

seconds tick by and no one talks. you know you should say something, anything. an apology, a snarky remark, or a lame excuse to get away. but nothing comes to mind.

"i'm sorry about what happened," jay finally cuts through the silence.

you shake your head, offering him a smile. "we've been over it, jay. quite thoroughly, if by sejin-sunbaenim's standards."

"that's not what i meant," jay continues. he's looking you in the eye.

you gulp, your insides churning.

"that's fine," you begin, keeping your voice as steady as you can. "we can just forget about it."

jay sighs. "i'm not sorry that it happened. i'm sorry that i needed to be drunk to let you know how i was feeling."

you're struck speechless, your brain going haywire. how do you respond to that?

"jay, you know we can't," you deflect, taking another step back. jay follows, standing over you. you feel so small, so vulnerable under his gaze.

"why not? the worst that could happen is you'll be transferred to another artist, another department," jay protests. he takes another step forward.

all you can do is stare down at the floor.

you want it, too. so bad. but you can't risk it. you're not ready, everything's still too uncer—

you feel a pair of hands on your face. you gasp, eyes darting around to see if anyone is in the vicinity.

"j-jay, not here—"

you're pulled forward, jay's strong grip around your arm. he practically drags you to a nearby supply closet, yanking the door open and pushing you in.

worry gnaws away in you as you remember the surveillance cameras in the hallway. those thoughts are immediately pushed away when you feel jay press up against you. you hear him rummage around for a switch, and suddenly, the cramped space is illuminated with dim, yellow lighting.

the closet couldn't be more than a few feet wide both ways, just enough to accommodate two people standing practically on top of each other.

jay grabs your hips and presses himself to your frame. you stifle a gasp as you feel him poking through his pants.

"i want you," jay says lowly, large hands traveling down to your ass. he holds them firmly, squeezing with all his might.

you moan, your hand flying up to your mouth.

"you want me too, right?" jay asks. he slips his hands beneath your denim skirt, a timely choice of clothing for this situation.

you don't know whether to thank or curse the heavens for that particular choice you made.

"we can't—," you begin once more.

jay shuts you up with his mouth, kissing you with so much force it drives you back against the storage shelves. jay cages you between his arms, planting his hands on the wood behind you. he devours your lips as if they were his last meal on earth.

he reaches one hand down, pressing two fingers against your mound. jay groans against your lips when he feels the wetness in your underwear.

"see? you want me, too," jay says, pulling away. he bunches up your skirt around your waist.

"keep it up," jay commands and you oblige, gripping your skirt with shaky hands. you watch as jay unzips his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear, just enough to let his already hard cock spring free.

jay yanks your panties aside, tapping your legs, signaling you to open up. you part your thighs, reaching up to steady yourself on jay.

you yelp when jay pulls one of your legs around his hips, giving him a better angle to slide in. and he does, slipping in so easily between your folds and right into your waiting hole.

"j-jay," you gasp out as he fully sheathes himself within you.

"fuck, you feel amazing," jay compliments, wrapping an arm around your midsection. "already so wet for me."

he pulls you even closer and that's when he starts to move. jay's thrusts are intense, plunging into you fully before pulling back nearly all the way out, and then sinking right back in. your eyes roll back as jay picks up the pace.

"sshh, that's it," jay coos. "we gotta be quiet and we gotta be fast."

you let out a muted whimper, burying your face in jay's chest. soft thuds can be heard as he fucks you against the shelves, your back digging painfully against them, but you can't be bothered to care, not when jay's cock is splitting you open so well.

"still gonna say 'we can't'?" jay says through gritted teeth. you look up to see his forehead creased in concentration, his pupils blown wide. sweat drips down the side of his face.

"god, you look so good like that," jay whispers. "so helpless on my cock. this is what you wanted, right?"

you nod frantically, arms wrapping around jay's neck.

"yeah," you breathe out. "wanted your cock for so long."

jay grunts, throwing his head back. "yes, keep talking to me like that."

his movements quicken and it takes everything in you to fight against the urge to let your knees buckle underneath you.

"please jay," you whimper. "fuck me harder, fuck me the way you've always wanted to fuck me."

"shit," jay mutters.

you're briefly left breathless as you feel your other leg give out, neither of your feet planted on the floor. it takes you a second to realize that jay has scooped you up in his arms, holding you up completely as he continues to ram into you. you wrap your legs tighter around jay.

jay has full control now and all you can do is hang on for dear life.

"yes! jay, yes!" you cry out against his neck. jay pants directly in your ear, fucking you at a speed that's nearly unimaginable to you.

"i-i'm gonna cum," jay manages to get out.

"do it," you quickly answer. jay pulls back to look at you.

you hold his face in your hands, nodding. jay covers your mouth with his as he gives the last of his thrusts, stilling inside you after a while. he presses himself deep within you and you moan against his mouth, feeling him pulse and twitch against your walls.

you cling onto jay for a whole minute before he stumbles back, letting you down on your own two feet. he snaps your underwear back in place, kissing you passionately as he does.

"keep it there for the rest of the day," jay mumbles against your lips, smiling.

you laugh breathlessly, unsure whether it really is jay saying all these things.

you hear a faint buzzing sound and you jump, remembering that you had your phone in your skirt.

well, before jay nearly ripped it off you.

you spot your device on the ground, snatching it up to quickly answer the call.

"hello?"

"_______? have you seen jay?" sejin's voice cuts through the silence inside the closet. you meet jay's eyes and he, too, is perusing his phone.

"no," you lie right between your teeth. "i haven't. why?"

"he has a schedule in a bit and he's not answering any of my calls," sejin says. you're not quite sure if he's worried or irritated. probably both.

"i'll try calling him," you offer. jay grins wolfishly from your side, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"great," sejin says. "let me know if you reach him."

you hang up, pocketing your phone.

"you're hot when you're breaking the rules like that," jay says against the column of your throat.

it takes all your willpower to push him away.

"there won't be any rules to break if i get fired," you say matter-of-factly. you lean in to kiss jay square on the lips.

"so you better get your ass out of here before that happens."

[d4rkwater]

Não tinha problemas em encontrar @misterrcver a céu aberto ou na frente dos outros campistas, mas quando o assunto era algo para ele, Joseph buscava ser mais discreto em seus encontros. Marcou com o amigo na praia, local onde vinha treinando meditação e procurando melhor sua ligação com o mar, ali, longe de qualquer outro campista, esperou até ouvir os passos macios sobre a areia e alguns galhos quebrados. — Um pouco mais e jurei que você me deixaria plantado esperando, mas aí lembrei que por dracmas você nunca se atrasa. — Provocou de leve o mais velho enquanto dava espaço para o mesmo se sentar ao seu lado. — Dessa vez não é nada demais, só que queria manter em sigilo porque é surpresa. — Disse em tom baixo. — Você conhece o ps5, certo? Eu preciso de um igualzinho, acha que consegue descolar um com os ferreiros e os filhos da magia? — Ele sabia que sim, só que diante dos acontecimentos preferiu ter certeza de que o amigo estava disposto a fazer aquele corre.

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I love Jay Ferin and funky lineart send post

[hencheri]

— rotten heart

▸ 18+ mdni.

jay and jake have always been fighting for you until the day you finally chose jay. that day will forever be jake's downfall, but he will take what he believes to be his, even if it means bringing you into his downfall as well.

| pairing. husband!jay x fem!reader x vampire!jake

| warnings. horror, noncon/dubcon (reader is not herself), physical violence, depiction of blood, implied death/murder, dark!jayke (even though jake's clearly worse).

a.n.: uummm yes so there it is. i have a love-hate relationship with this fic lol.

fresh blood is dripping from jake’s open lip, the rusty taste of metal filling his mouth, becoming almost overbearing as jay’s knuckles keep violently colliding with his face. fury burns in the man’s eyes, but jake doesn’t cave in, he refuses to even as jay’s fist slowly but surely deforms his once flawless features. the sound of bones cracking—whether it’s coming from his jaw or jay’s phalanges—doesn’t phase him either. he won’t talk. 

jay takes a step back from jake’s sitting form, tied up there to the chair by one of his guards earlier. his chest heaves up and down rapidly, his breathing ragged and short, his anger flaring up. he’s frustrated, but nothing can compare to his desperation. the desperate need to avenge his wife—to punish the man who hurt you, who dared to put his filthy hands on you.

but jake is having none of it. he turns his head to the side and spits the excess of blood out of his mouth, looking back at the man standing in front of him as he throws his head back out of exhaustion. 

he thinks it’s funny how jay wants to punish him for something he himself desires as much as him, for something that you liked, nonetheless. but a man only knows how to be selfish. and so does jake.

“if you don’t tell me what you did to her-” jay threatens, gritting his teeth as his bloodied fists clench by his sides. 

“how is she?” jake interrupts, his question making the other man frown. “tired, i suppose? poor girl probably doesn’t remember a thing.” his voice is calm, infuriatingly so. despite having his face beat up, black eye decorating his pale skin with a crooked nose, he still keeps his cool. 

with his jaw set in a hard line, jay lunges forward and hits jake across the face with his fist. he shakes his hand after that, his knuckles surely in similar shape as jake’s cheek; totally ripped up, exposing the more sensitive skin underneath, blood escaping the wound. “fuck,” jay curses under his breath, seeing the state of his right hand. it’s bad, but it’s not nearly enough to make him want to stop. 

“you know i have no problem with keeping on destroying your face, huh? won’t be as cute anymore with a fucked up nose,” jay snarkily remarks, massaging his knuckles with his thumb. he watches the man struggling to recover from the hit, a string of spit mixed with blood hanging from his lip, looking down at the floor as he breathes in and out through his mouth with difficulty. “i swear to god, you won’t get out of this house alive if you don’t fucking tell me what you did to my wife.” jay says the last two words with a stern voice, but it’s said with anger, sounding like a growl. 

he clasps his hand around jake’s chin, tightening enough to make the other wince in pain. they both look into each other’s eyes, and if perhaps there was still a friendship between them, some respect, there’s none anymore. it’s only a visceral hatred for one another. 

“she was never yours,” jake whispers, maintaining eye-contact with him. “not completely.” 

jake’s tendency to not answer his questions drives him crazy, and he raises his hand again, jake scrunching his eyes in anticipation of another hit, but he never feels it. someone comes into the room, one of jay’s guards, pausing the less than civilized conversation between the two men. 

“sir, it’s your wife. she woke up.”

—-

kneeling beside your bed, jay takes your hands in his, closing his fingers firmly around yours. he stares intently at you, brows knitted together in worry. seeing you hurting is the worst thing he could ever endure, it pains him so much to be powerless, so clueless on how to save you. 

jake’s been tied up for an entire day in his basement and he still hasn’t gotten him to talk. he curses himself for being so useless. it’s his duty, his goal in life to keep you safe, but he failed to do that. failed to do the very thing he swore to god, the promise he made when marrying you. 

he kisses your hand and you weakly smile at him, his heart clenching at the precious sight. he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, especially when you’re still so sensitive, but he needs to know. he has to—it’s how he’ll be able to help you, he hopes.

“baby,” he begins, sounding oh so desperate, “my love… do you- do you remember what happened? do you know?” he asks carefully, eyes wide and shiny.

“i don’t… i don’t know.” 

he sighs, shaking his head and looking down at the sheets. you’re telling the truth, he believes you, but for some reason, he feels like something’s escaping you, like the answer is just there, but you can’t quite grasp it. 

“has jake done something to you? i’m begging you to tell me,” he pleads and with his eyes full of water, you feel bad for not remembering anything. to your knowledge, you felt sick earlier and needed to lay down for a bit, only waking up now, still very much dizzy and confused. 

“jake? no- i haven’t…” you murmur, looking away from your husband for a brief second. “...seen him.”

jay grows frustrated and stands up, your hands slipping out of his hold. “no, baby,” he says, as if scolding you, “you have to remember. he did something to you, i just need you to tell me.”

your own eyes start to water. “i don’t know… i’m sorry, jay.”

your husband glances down, passing his hand through his black hair before rubbing his chin pensively, clearly bothered. you watch him pacing around anxiously and he finally exits your bedroom, leaving you alone and in the dark on what’s happening. 

—-

the night is cold, but you feel hot, extremely hot. sweat is dripping from your neck and your nightgown is sticking to your back. you keep rolling on your stomach, changing a second later to lay on your back, then on your side, facing jay. 

he’s sleeping, his chest moving up and down regularly, quietly. you look at him, eyes trailing down to his lips, which are slightly parted. 

you need to get up, need to get out of this room. and that’s what you do, the wooden floor creaking under your naked feet as you walk down the hallway and go down the stairs. the house is quiet, the moon casting light through the windows, illuminating your path to the basement. you’re not sure why you’re going there, but that’s where your feet are bringing you to. 

you switch the lights on and you head down, walking the stairs one by one, holding the railing with your hand as you do so. you don’t know what to expect, or who exactly. when you reach the last stair, you glance at the closed door to your right, and without any more thought, you open it. 

what you find startles you. a man tied up to a chair in the middle of the room, his head hanging low, his body leaned over like holding the weight of his own body on his shoulders is too much. splatters of blood are staining the concrete below him and you can only imagine that it belongs to him. 

despite your heart beating faster in your chest, you get closer, and you gasp when you think you recognize the man.

“jake?” 

at the sound of your voice calling his name, he looks up very slowly, seemingly in pain. the worry is evident on your face as you discover the many bruises and cuts littering his face, the work of your husband. you never thought that’s what he was doing when he wasn’t with you. 

“i’m sorry you have to see this,” he says with a groggy voice, visibly exhausted. he’s squinting his left eye, his eyelid puffy and red, purple all around where he got hit. 

you bend a little to take a closer look at his face, your hands hovering over his face, wanting to touch him, but holding back, scared to further hurt him. “jay did this to you?” you ask, and your tone is so soft, so delicate, it soothes jake. that’s what he needed to hear through the constant silence of the basement and the harsh sound of jay’s knuckles beating him up. 

jake shakes his head slightly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps down. “it’s nothing,” he murmurs. 

“jake…” you whine, feeling bad for him, knowing he’s like this partially because of you. 

“i’m fine,” he reassures you, “i just… i just need you right now.”

“... need me? how?” 

jake is silent for a moment. his gaze lingers down your neck, your slender throat, soft and sensitive skin, so easy to tear apart. 

“untie me,” he asks.

you open your mouth then close it, suddenly unsure.

“jay said you did something to me,” you tell him, glancing down at your feet. “he was pretty certain, in fact.”

he shakes his head again like he’s disagreeing with you. “nothing,” he answers bluntly, no hesitation shown. “i did nothing that you didn’t want me to do.”

jake sounds genuine, he seems to be saying the truth, but deep down, something tells you the truth he believes in isn’t the real one. but how could you know, you don’t remember anything.

you don’t remember images, but you remember some sensations. a feeling of pleasure—of filthy, sinful pleasure. the ghost of fingertips brushing up your thighs, something hard sliding between your legs. it’s all blurry, nothing precise. who should you believe, someone who remembers what happened or vague sensations that could be nothing, yet anything?

“sweetheart,” jake’s voice brings you back to earth and you look back up at him. “untie me, please.”

“i can’t.”

he’s taken aback by your refusal, but he doesn’t let it show for more than a second. he stares blinkly at you for a moment, licking his lips, eyes dropping to your neck again. your hair has fallen out of the way, exposing your flesh, the most tender area of your neck, right where your jugular pulsates under. 

and there it is; his past bite mark. two dark red dots, the exact size of his canines. it’s beautiful, and just looking at it makes him hungrier, more eager. he pulls slightly on his wrists tied behind his back, his tongue passing between his lips once again. 

it’s like his eyes pierce through you as he gazes at you, like he can read your mind, like he knows everything about you. you feel tingles throughout your body from the top of your head to your tiptoes. the feeling is electrifying, almost addictive. 

“come here, i need you, baby,” he says, eyes now begging, eyebrows frowned. “i need… to taste you.”

and then, it’s like he can convince you with just one look. 

his teeth dig into you and you whimper, watching the ceiling and the single buld hanging from it. you can hear it buzzing loud and steady like when your ears ring. you can hear your blood being sucked out of you as well and jake swallowing it down his throat. it stings, but you don’t mind it. 

jake’s skin is cold, there’s no warmth emanating from him as your hands touch the back of his neck. he has no pulse either, but maybe you just can’t find it because jake is very much breathing—you feel it as he’s sucking on your blood, face hidden in the crook of your neck. it’s strange, everything seems weird… but it’s also familiar. you’ve experienced this before. with jake. his hands were free, though, and they were on you, touching you in ways he shouldn’t—in ways he doesn’t have the right to because you aren’t his. 

but you are now… you’re bound to him like you’d never be with jay. 

you’re straddling his thighs and if it wasn’t for the strong desire you strangely feel right now, you wouldn’t have him inside of you. your hands wouldn’t have unbuttoned his pants and you wouldn’t have aligned his cock with your entrance. but this desire is driving you, it’s thinking for you. 

you don’t like jake, he’s not your lover. jay is, he’s your husband, the love of your life. but tonight, none of this matters. all you can think about is jake filling you up, his teeth breaking through your skin and feeding himself off of your blood. you wish to be nowhere else. 

—-

your cold, unmoving body isn’t what jay expected to wake up to. 

if he thought seeing you hurt was the worst pain possible, having you dead in his arms is nothing comparable to it. the pain is heartbreaking, literally so. his heart is in pieces and he wishes he was also dead, not in your bed hugging your corpse, crying for the love that was so suddenly ripped away from him. 

life shouldn’t have been taken away from you so soon, not before jay could do anything about it. not before he killed jake himself.

jay looks down at your face, eyelids shut and lips parted, skin as cold as ice. his whole body is shaking because of his sobs, his tears obscuring his vision. he cradles you in his arms, the same arms that held you so many times before, slowly rocking you, bringing your head up to his.

he goes to kiss your forehead, your lips, but marks on your neck catches his eye. two dots one above the other. jay looks at it long enough that his tears reach his jaw, falling down and seeping into the white fabric of your nightgown. 

when he realizes, the sadness he was feeling transforms into uncontrollable anger. his head snaps to the door of your bedroom and a deep crease appears between his brows, clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth together. 

jake. the only man cruel enough to steal what’s most precious to jay out of pure jealousy. 

storming off into the basement, his guards behind him, jay kicks the door open, ready to put his hand around the man’s neck and tightens until life leaves him.

but he’s met with an empty chair. 

the rope that was holding his wrists and legs together lies on the floor like someone just untied him. jay shakes his head from side to side, slipping his fingers through his hair and gripping it tightly, staring at the ground wondering how this could have happened. how could he let this happen.

the murderer of his wife is free and left his house without him noticing. he knew he was dangerous, he knew it was his fault, but he still let him flee. 

while jay flips back the table, throws the chair in the corner of the room, screams at his men to find the monster who killed his wife, your body is still upstairs, lying limply in your shared bed. 

the sun creeps through the curtains and lights up the bedroom, kissing your face and the tip of your fingers. as it rises higher in the sky, the sunlight covers your arm and your chest. one of your fingers twitches, as if the sun is tickling it, and then it moves a second time. 

your eyes open and with a gasp, you sit up on the bed. you’re alive, but you’re not who you used to be.

you get out of bed and slowly make your way to the mirror hanging above your dresser. you don’t recognize yourself; you look ill, your lips are cracked, you have horrible dark circles… you look dead but you’re alive. 

you don’t feel cold nor warm, you’re not scared anymore, your teeth hurt and you’re inexplicably hungry for blood.

[waterghostype]

disappears for weeks posts this disappears again

[shittybirdart]

Siberian jay

[21fallouts-atmychemicaldisco]

Marble Hornets

[arkhambug]

JASON TODD hearing you try to mask your accent

“and, that isn’t—,” you enunciate, and jason doesn’t even hear the rest of what you’re saying. your words are coated in some weird neutral accent, and he’s sure you’re not even trying to sound any specific way other than not how you do. you’d started off normal, with that pretty southern twang, but somewhere through the conversation it was like a switch was flipped and you’d eased yourself into whatever this was.

he tries to tune back in, to listen to what you’re saying, but his brows are knitted together, and his nose is crinkled, and he hates this. “the hell are you doin’, ma?”

“what do you mean?” you push out, trying so damn hard not speak how you’re used to, and every word is wrong, not how it should sound coming from that pretty mouth. and jason shoots you a look, one that very much conveys ‘you know damn well what’ with a heavy frown, and you cave in an instant.

you try to explain. that you don’t want to sound like a hick, or a country bumpkin, or uneducated, because you’re not uneducated. and there’s reasons, of course there are, and they’re all stupid to him. coworkers mocking you, or friends making a poorly timed joke. maybe an overheard conversation, just something. but the one that stands out the most is that you don’t want his friends, or his family, or him to think of you that way.

and that’s the most stupid, by far, because how could his brilliant, wonderful partner ever worry he’d think you’re uneducated? he’s seen your brain work, seen you solve things in half the time it takes him to, and that’s when you’re giving him a chance.

and he drags you to him, across the couch, and pulls your face into his chest, and kisses the crown of your head. and he sings your praises, a million words of reassurance — about how you’re the smartest person he’s ever met, about how he could never think that, about how he’d kick someones ass for even insinuating that you weren’t as brilliant as you were

and it doesn’t fix everything, but it makes it okay, even just for a minute. it helps.

yeah idk how to end this????

straight up was gonna just give up at the fifth paragraph and call it

but anyways!! im insecure abt my accent and i want a big ass sweet man to hold me and kiss me and tell me my accent is pretty and that it doesnt make me sound dumb like people say it do 💪💪

[raishifts]

BIZARROS YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[peachybruiseslego]

oh nya.. oh poor poor nya.

[dogfestivals]

its valentines day

[gureumz]

31 with jay pls 🥺🙏

ways to say "i love you" | 31. in awe, the first time you realize it

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rating: g, member: jay

"i love you."

you stare at him standing outside your door, dripping wet from the torrential rain beating down hard from the heavens.

since when was this a romcom?

"what?" you ask in disbelief, grabbing jay's wrist. "get inside, you're gonna catch a cold!"

jay stumbles past the doorway, hands clumsily reaching out to hold your waist. before you can complain about him tracking water all over your floor, you feel jay press his lips to yours. he's wrapping his arms around you, wet cardigan and all.

"i love you," he repeats, pulling away. you're wet now, too, but the way your best friend gazes at you implores you to ignore the clinging of your thin night shirt to your skin.

"okay," you reply, brushing some of jay's hair off his forehead. "you love me."

"since when?" you ask.

"since yesterday. and the day before that. all my life, i think. before i was even born," jay rushes, breathing heavy, his fingers running up your back.

you giggle at this. "you say the damnest things sometimes, did you know that?"

"i love you, too," you reply after a second, standing on your tiptoes as you kiss him.

[iceprince-psh]

ENHYPEN for W Korea

[heesngirl]

Synopsis : Just Heeseung playing hard to get. Although, he eventually ends up giving in to the truly effective methods you have to get his attention.

— Heeseung x MC reader : established relationship, unprotected sex, spanking, couch sex, power dynamics, dom! Heeseung, vers! reader, cum filling, p in v, size kink (discreet). MDNI

For a better context, read "Fangirl" first.

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The anxiety bubbled in your stomach. It wasn't just the excitement of having completed a wonderful day at work, nor the fact that the man you'd admired, respected, and followed as an example for almost your entire life was on your show this afternoon. No, of course not. The initial excitement produced by Min Yoongi's presence in your recording studio lasted less than expected. In fact, you'd dare say it faded into the background, forgotten. Your mind could only think of something... or someone, rather.

Lee Heeseung.

You could barely concentrate, his actions and words still echoing in your mind, vibrating in your body, unconsciously raising goosebumps on your skin. That unspoken promise had a different kind of effect. It wasn't that you had no idea what he meant; of course you did. However, their sex life had finally escalated to the point of no return, where the simple initial touches and the intensity of foreplay were nothing compared to the visceral connection they had now so eagerly begun to share. Because of this, everything felt doubled; everything made you more sensitive, more needy, and it was worse when you hadn't been alone together for a while.

Even at this point, as you rode in the car with Joo Han, staring distractedly out the window, you weren't calm, your leg twitching anxiously, and inwardly you prayed the car would stop in front of your building.

And after a few minutes, that's what happened. Your heart fluttered, singing hallelujah as you opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Joo Han said something before you got out, but your brain didn't process it, too focused and focused on other thoughts, somewhere else.

You were used to greeting the doorman, but tonight the greeting didn't come. It was just you crossing the door, walking briskly to reach the elevator, impatiently pressing the button until the doors finally opened in front of you, and you stepped in without much thought. Now inside the metal cabin, seeing your own accelerated appearance reflected in the mirrors, you began to berate yourself for so much excitement, and also for where the anticipation was leading you. You didn't want to think too much about it, but you still convinced yourself to calm down.

With that in mind, you exited the elevator as soon as you reached your floor. Your footsteps began to echo down the hallway, fading once you were in front of your door. You punched in the code with nimble fingers and entered the apartment without the slightest hesitation, barely closing the door behind you with a soft click. You immediately left your bag in the hall, right next to the coat rack, and after that, you slipped on your boots with practiced movements.

You took firm steps toward the living room, almost by inertia following that inner impulse that led you directly to him. And it was no surprise to find him there, lying on the couch, his gaze fixed on the Nintendo Switch screen in his hands. The warm lights of the room cast soft shadows over his relaxed face, and although he appeared to be absorbed in the game, as soon as he noticed your presence, his eyes rose, shining with that special sparkle that only you knew how to evoke.

Without a word, he put the console aside and opened his arms toward you, as if the place on his body was the only valid place for you to rest. You didn't hesitate for a second. You approached and lightly fell on top of him, settling into his chest, letting your bodies fit together with instinctive precision. The hug that enveloped you was warm, suffocating in the best possible way, and you stayed there, breathing in his scent, feeling his hand begin to slowly caress your back.

Heeseung leaned down slightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead with his signature enveloping sweetness, his fingers moving in gentle circles over the fabric of your vest.

— So you really took me at my word. — he murmured against your skin, his voice full of grace, but with a hint of desire that was hard to ignore.

The smile that formed on your lips was immediate, but you didn't respond when you felt his hand move down, abandoning your back to firmly grip the curve of your buttocks. The gesture had just the right amount of pressure to make you let out a soft gasp against his collarbone.

— You look so fucking sexy in this... — he added, his gaze briefly lowering, scanning the elegant folds of the outfit that still covered your figure. His words caressed every part of you with the same intention as his hands.

— Your reactions mean too much to me — you replied quietly, brushing your lips against his without yet giving him the full kiss you knew he was waiting for. — I'm not the one to deny my boy the pleasure of being the one to take this off from me.

Heeseung's smile was immediate, the one that barely curved one side of his mouth and darkened his face. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Without another word, he held you tighter, pressing your body against his without releasing his grip on your rear. His other hand moved up to the back of your neck, wrapping it around you with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. He pulled you toward him, and finally, his lips captured yours.

The kiss was slow at first, but dense, charged with all the pent-up desire from that afternoon. Your lips molded to his with familiarity, but also hunger. He growled through his teeth as he remembered that you yourself had rejected this hours before. And he didn't hide it; he gently bit your lower lip, as if he wanted to mark his claim and make it clear he hadn't yet forgotten that scene.

You felt it. That small, silent reproach. So, with a brief laugh, you moved away just a few inches, just enough to look into his eyes and slide your fingers over his jaw.

— I'm already planning to make it up to you for this afternoon, Hee. — you whispered, entangling yourself even more in his closeness. He looked back at you with a greedy glint in his eyes, his smile now completely sly.

— Well, let's not waste any time, baby girl. — he said in a low but determined voice, the same one he used when he'd already crossed the line of self-control.

Before you could respond, he easily picked you up, holding you in his arms as if you weighed absolutely nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you upstairs, never letting go, never giving you any respite. Along the way, his mouth never left yours, his kisses grew deeper, more urgent, and his hands began to work on your clothes.

First it was the vest. He unbuttoned it with almost mechanical skill, tossing it wherever it fell, not caring much about where it would go. Then it was the white shirt, which he opened button by button, with hair-raising slowness. The pads of his fingers brushed your skin with every movement, making you shudder without even fully undressing. When they reached the bedroom, he gently placed you on the floor, holding you close, his body still pressed against yours. Then, slowly, he slid the shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall with such sensual deliberation that it made your breath catch. The garment slid down your arms until it lay in a small pile at your feet.

And there you were, standing before him, topless, covered only by a black lace bra that molded your delicate breasts perfectly. The contrast between the fabric and your light skin only intensified the effect. Your breasts looked firm, lifted, popping with that provocative hue that only lace could accentuate.

Heeseung remained completely silent for a second, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes dilated and his chest rising slowly as he gazed at you adoringly. His pupils trailed over your lace-covered chest, admiring how the dark design stood out against your skin. He swallowed, and when he finally spoke, his voice turned husky, thick with desire controlled by thin threads:

— Baby, you have no idea how fucking irresistible you look like this. I don't know if I'm going to be able to contain myself tonight. — And with that, his fingers slid to the edge of the lace, tracing it with his fingers.

The space between you disappeared in a blink as he leaned toward you, his lips searching your neck with the precision that only time, trust, and shared intimacy could bring. The warmth of his breath brushed your skin before his mouth descended to kiss the curve of your shoulder, soft at first, but with obvious intent. The wet touch of his tongue mingled with the light touch of his nose, inhaling your scent like oxygen.

While his mouth worked on that sensitive area, his hands worked on the clasp of your bra. It was only a matter of seconds. A soft click, and the tension eased. He slowly slid the straps over your shoulders, sending shivers through your spine. When the garment fell to the floor, leaving you exposed in front of him, the cool air of the room hit your skin, raising your eyebrows. Your nipples hardened instantly, and Heeseung smiled faintly—not out of mockery, but out of pure devotion—before bringing both hands directly to the soft mounds. His fingers molded to the contours of your skin, playing with the weight, applying just the right amount of pressure, as if his palms remembered every shape, every curve. His thumb ran over your nipples with a firm brush that drew a shaky gasp from you. He leaned closer, his lips pressed against your ear, his voice descending to a harsh, possessive murmur.

— These beauties are mine... — he murmured, his low, thick tone rumbling against your neck. — Every inch of you is. Out and inside, too."

The shudder that ran down your spine was immediate. You let out a soft, breathy, breathless laugh as you tilted your head back slightly, enjoying the touch of His mouth on your skin, the security of his grip on your body.

— You still have one more piece of clothing to take off, baby boy. — you whispered playfully, teasing him with the promise of what was yet to be revealed.

He didn't miss a beat. He lowered a hand to your waist and with confident movements, began to unbutton his dress pants. He didn't rush, slowly unzipping them, that darkened gaze fixed on your eyes, as if he enjoyed the act of undressing you more than anything that came next. His mind was already picturing the continuity of the lingerie: lace matching the bra he'd removed earlier, the black material outlining your hips perfectly. But when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of the garment and began to pull it down, his breath stopped for a moment. The first thing he encountered wasn't lace, it was bare skin, soft and padded. Your pelvis was exposed.

He blinked once. Then again. His pupils dilated even further as he took in what he was seeing. The pants fell a little further, sliding down your legs, and his hand froze right on your hip. Before he could blurt out the question already forming in his mind, you smiled as if you'd been expecting it.

— I had to wear it like this — you began casually, though the mischief in your eyes betrayed the casualness of your words. — This morning I had a butt and leg routine, so I ended up a little swollen. The pants wouldn't fit my buttocks and panties together. So I opted to simply skip them.

Heeseung exhaled through his nose, as if his self-control was cracking. It didn't take him long to react. His hand, large and warm, descended to your now-exposed ass, cupping it firmly, kneading the bare flesh as if it belonged to him. There was no shame in the grip. It was crude, intentional, and his voice, when he spoke, carried that tone of indignation that only he could combine with desire.

— Were you really walking like that? — he asked with a mixture of disbelief and reproach, squeezing a buttock between his fingers as his brows furrowed slightly. — Without anything underneath, in those tight pants, knowing what men are like?

His hands didn't stop. The groping was constant, almost punitive, delighting in every inch of your skin. He leaned a little closer, getting closer to your ear, and his voice became lower, more tense.

— I'm sure more than one noticed — he growled, as if saying it made his jaw clench even more. — Now it makes sense why Suga sunbae-nim was staring at your ass when you were explaining the planned dynamic.

You were surprised by the comment, and laughter escaped your lips without you being able to contain it. The contrast between his possessive tone and the absurdity of the accusation was too much to take seriously.

— Please, Lee Heeseung, — you replied ironically, tilting your head slightly to get a better look at him. — The man barely looked me in the eye while I was interviewing him. And you think he's going to be staring at my ass?

The way you said it, so serious and mocking at the same time, only fueled Heeseung's expression of suppressed indignation. He pursed his lips, and his fingers pressed harder against the flesh of your hips before he let out a low exhalation, a mixture of annoyance and frustration.

— It's not crazy, babe. You don't notice it because you don't pay attention to such details, but I do see those looks in other men. — His tone became deeper, more intimate.

You remained silent for a moment, savoring what that confession truly implied. The intensity with which he desired you, with which he cared for you, with which you dominated him even when you didn't mean to. Then, you smirked and continued to prick his ego bubble.

— Well, the only one who really seemed to be losing his mind with my appearance today was you.

He stopped. For a second, he didn't even blink. His gaze locked with yours, dark and penetrating, and his lips curved into an arrogant smirk.

— I'm your boyfriend. I have every right to desire you to the point of madness, to the point where I want to devour you whenever and wherever — he declared almost haughtily, sliding his other hand to the small of your back, tracing the curve of your body with his fingers. — So don't lump me in with other idiots who can only look at you. I'm on a different level.

— Then explain something to me... — you murmured mockingly, crossing your arms under your bust as you leaned a little closer to him. You lowered your voice with venomous coquettishness, letting each word drip with provocation. — If you're on another level, as you say, why bother with such absurd jealousy? And even more so, why get indignant about something inevitable? As inevitable as me getting wet for you without much effort.

The playful crudeness of your comment struck like a bolt of lightning in the already charged atmosphere. For a second, you saw it. The way his expression cracked slightly, his eyelashes fluttering rapidly, and he looked away, clenching his jaw as if trying to hide the sudden internal combustion you caused. That slight blush in his ears didn't go unnoticed. You'd caught him off guard, and it fascinated you.

Your smile widened subtly, pleased by his reaction, and then you let your steps bring you closer. You pressed yourself against him, your body fitting into his as if you belonged there. Reflexively, Heeseung moved one of his hands to your waist, holding you with a delicious firmness, marking his territory with his grip.

— Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to doing it to me now? — you asked bluntly, your voice soft but drenched in provocation. However, the answer you got wasn't what you expected.

Heeseung calmly tilted his face, his expression becoming almost indifferent, though his eyes still burned with desire. A crooked smile appeared on his lips, sly and mocking.

— If I remember correctly... — he began slowly, releasing your waist with a slowness that hurt. — I only promised to take off your clothes. I never offered to do anything more, baby girl.

His words floated between you with an icy air that contrasted with the heat between your bodies. You looked at him, puzzled at first, and then with your brows furrowed in clear disbelief.

Was he serious?

You wanted to retort, but he'd already turned, walking toward the door, as if the tension you both shared didn't affect him at all.

— You could take a shower, gorgeous — he commented in a neutral tone, though each word held a double meaning that made your chest churn. — Let's see if that helps with the heat.

And without further ado, he left the room, leaving you standing there, your skin burning and your mind blank from the provocation. To which you clicked your tongue in frustration, turning on your heels with a deep exhale.

— This isn't going to end like this, Lee Heeseung. — you muttered with a resigned sigh as you walked to the bathroom. It was clear to you that this war was just beginning, and you weren't going to lose.

It had been a while since you'd stepped out of the shower. Your skin was still fresh, your body relaxed from the cold water, and your nighttime scent permeated every step you took. You'd taken your time with the routine, not only to calm yourself, but also in the hope that your beloved boyfriend had returned to the room. However, when you gently pushed the door and peeked inside, the emptiness of the bed was all you found. There was no Heeseung there. So you decided passive strategies weren't an option. You were going to play your cards right: directly and boldly.

And with that in mind, you left the bedroom completely naked. The light breeze from the hallway caressed your skin, causing you to shiver involuntarily, but you still walked determinedly down the stairs, as if every step were part of a meticulous plan to break his resistance.

There he was, sitting on the couch, the Switch now connected to the TV. He was holding only the controller in his hands, focused on his game. You approached from behind him, and when you were close enough, you leaned in to wrap both arms around his neck. Your breasts pressed directly against the back of his neck, and you felt his breathing change immediately. A slight start, but nothing more. He didn't turn around, much less look at you, or even say a word.

That wasn't in your calculations...

You pursed your lips in a grimace of slight annoyance, and gracefully moved around the couch until you were standing in front of him. His gaze remained fixed on the screen, as if immune to your presence. The challenge was as heavy as the heat you already felt rising in your belly. Wasting no more time, you climbed astride him, positioning yourself precisely on his lap. Your naked body fit perfectly against his, the warmth of your skin meeting the soft texture of the sweatpants he was wearing. You pressed your thighs against his hips and thought that would be it.

"Checkmate." That's what you thought.

But instead of collapsing under your provocation, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist, resting the controller behind you, against your lower back. Then he tilted his head slightly to the side, so he couldn't lose sight of the screen. Pretending that your body wasn't an obstacle, but part of the scenery. At this, your jaw tightened. Dismay hit you full force.

Was he really doing this?

Yet you didn't pull away; you just stood there. And although his face maintained a serene expression, inside, Heeseung felt on the verge of collapse.

You were there, naked on top of him, so confident in your influence, aware of every touch, every pressure, and every slightest movement. Your warm, wet pussy pressed against his sweatpants like a cruel mockery of his self-control. Every inch of your body surrendered to his, while his hands continued to play the game of indifference, holding the remote as if that might distract him from the delicious hell he was in.

He was fighting. And losing.

He couldn't deny that he loved you like this: uninhibited, confident, so comfortable in your own skin, that you didn't hesitate to show yourself completely, without a single drop of shame, just for the pleasure of provoking him. And that was what killed him. It wasn't just physical perfection, but what you represented: trust, desire, power. You were his, and at the same time, you knew how to manipulate him like no one else.

He gritted his teeth. He breathed through his nose. And yet, his member continued to grow beneath you, betraying him hopelessly. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. But for now, he pretended it didn't affect him, that the heat of your body didn't burn beneath his skin, that having the most fucking perfect temptation sitting on top of him wasn't leaving him on the verge of breaking.

The minutes passed, but for him, each one felt like an eternity. Especially because you were still there, relentless in your determination not to move away. You had settled in, resting your head on his shoulder, your body relaxed. However, what was destroying him the most were your small gestures. Every so often, with an almost innocent calm, your lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down his spine that were impossible to hide.

His jaw tensed, his muscles too. And beneath his sweatpants, his erection throbbed with growing desperation. He could even feel how, with every touch or kiss from you, the pre-cum began to moisten the fabric. The desire was tangible, aching. His fingers tightened on the controller, his knuckles already white. His concentration had long since abandoned him. He wasn't winning a single game anymore; he was losing, in the game, in self-control, in everything.

Until finally, he couldn't take it anymore. So he dropped the controller to the side, without looking where it fell, and immediately pulled you into his arms, with a strength that spoke volumes about how much he'd held back. His face went straight into the crook of your neck, where he took refuge for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, a mixture of frustration, relief, and a brutal desire that threatened to devour him. He growled softly, barely a muffled sound that vibrated against your skin, and you did nothing but laugh with that flirtatious sweetness that so disarmed him.

— How is this possible? You've got me ruined, fucked up, and even obsessed with you — he murmured against your neck, his deep voice heavy with affection and desperation. His hands gripped your back tighter. — I wasn't wrong when I told you that time at the hotel that you're my ruin, gorgeous. You know how to put me at your mercy. — he whispered, his lips brushing your skin, as if those words couldn't exist without touching you.

In the proximity, your breathing remained in sync with his, each exhalation a shared sigh in that confined, tension-filled space. You were beneath him, his body firm and warm. The heat of his erection still pulsing between your thighs, so persistent, begging to be fully released. You could feel it throbbing against you, pressing with a raw urgency that fueled your own desperation. And yet, your need for answers kept you on edge, held by the thin thread of self-control.

Your fingers, slow, almost reverent, slid over the sharp line of his jaw, up his cheeks. The taut skin forced him to raise his gaze to yours. You wanted to see him, force him to face you with his eyes wide open.

— So... what led you to ignore me? Was it not wearing panties? Because of what I said about jealousy? Or are you still hurting from this afternoon when I rejected your kisses? — Your voice emerged, a low whisper, laden with mischief and curiosity.

Heeseung didn't respond immediately. His pupils darkened, and his jaw tensed beneath your fingers. The silence became dense, almost electric, until he suddenly exhaled forcefully. His hands lowered to your hips, holding you with that feeling of intense tenderness that characterized him. His fingers dug a little deeper, claiming space on your skin.

— Absolutely everything played a role — he murmured in a raspy voice, laden with a heat that seeped straight to your core. He leaned his face down to your ear, his hot breath caressing you. — I tried to calm down, to ignore you to keep a cool head, but you… you’re no help, baby. You drive me crazy, you upset me, and I can’t even get angry about it. — His voice trembled slightly, cracking with the frustration he couldn’t hide.

Then his hand descended slowly, sliding over the curve of your bare ass, gripping one cheek tightly and squeezing it mercilessly. A moan escaped you at the action. A spasm, as sudden as it was pleasurable, ran down your spine, eliciting an involuntary shudder. Noticing it, his gaze ignited with a feverish flash that mixed devotion with pure lust.

— You’re really killing me, baby. — he declared, looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered at that moment. To which you smiled, arrogant, powerful, with that fire that ignited his senses. You looked down on him, and your gaze captured him with an intensity that almost forced him to gasp.

— It's not that I'm killing, baby boy. I just know exactly how to push your buttons... — you whispered against his mouth. Pressing your body further, rubbing yourself against his bulge, generating a delicious friction that drew a sigh from you. — And when I know what I want, I get it. Besides, I-mmph!

You were about to add something else, one last tease. But the air was suddenly cut off by the dry, brutal sound of his palm hitting your buttock. The crack took your breath away. You gasped, surprised by the intensity, and your back arched instinctively, as if your body was asking for more.

— Heeseung! — you exclaimed, your eyes wide in surprise, about to protest. But there was no time.

Another slap fell, heavier, making your body shake on top of him. The heat spread across your skin like a white-hot wave, combining with the pleasure of feeling dominated, desired with a rawness that shattered all your schemes.

— What was that for? — you asked, your voice higher, more shaky. The gasp turned into something closer to a moan as you shuddered on his body. Heeseung licked his lips, his gaze on you as if you were a delicacy he was just beginning to devour.

— It's a punishment, baby girl. Today you rejected three of my kisses and ignored four calls. I'm going to get even for it. — he purred, a clear glint of perversion in his eyes.

Before you could even respond, the third slap fell. A precise blow that tore a deep moan from your throat. Your body reacted on its own, and you rose onto your knees, your hips moving back, arching your back, pushing your ass out, and your chest resting on his shoulder.

The couch creaked beneath both of you as you, without realizing it, placed yourself in an even more vulnerable and willing position. Heeseung held his breath for a second. Seeing you surrendered like this ignited something inside him he hadn't known he'd been waiting to feel.

— The kisses are settled, but there are still the phone calls to go. — he murmured, and then the fourth spank fell.

The sound was almost obscene, and the echo filled the room in a charged silence. Your body arched toward his, your nipples brushing against his chest, so hard and sensitive it hurt. You moaned again, and Heeseung looked at you, Devoted. Corrupted. Perversely satisfied.

— I'm not sure this punishment is working as it should — he suddenly commented in a mocking tone, watching you arch further out of pure reflex. — You seem to be enjoying it.

You gasped softly, your body still trembling from the wave of sensations that kept building. Your voice came out with a thread of sensuality and tenderness at the same time.

— I'm just trying to be good for you.

He lowered one hand, slowly caressing your thigh while his other palm continued to rest on the heated curve of your buttock. The intensity of his gaze didn't diminish.

— What about your dominant tendencies, darling? Aren't they going out to play tonight? — he murmured, bringing his face closer to your neck, where his teeth caught your collarbone and bit down just right. To the point of sweet pain.

Your fingers brushed his cheek, their touch gentle, and you gave him a smile full of promise. Then you replied:

— No, they won't — you murmured with a shaky breath, holding your ground. — Tonight, I just want you to be the one who takes it all.

And hearing that, Heeseung felt something inside him break. The last thread of self-control frayed, and in its place was born that raw need to make you his as only he knew how.

The last three spanks fell...

The fifth was sharp, direct, with that crack that drew a stifled cry from you. The sixth, wetter, left a stinging burn that spread across your skin like a fiery caress. And the last was a verdict. The blow landed hard, and your entire body shook, trembling in Heeseung's hands.

Your buttock were already red and sensitive, adorned with pink marks that spoke of the intensity of his hands. Bruised, yes. But deliciously alive. Every fiber of your being throbbed with that exquisite sting that not only didn't bother you, but actually drew pleasure from you. And just when you thought he was going to stop, his hand descended without warning, traveling between your legs with hungry slowness. He barely touched your pussy when a moan escaped you.

— Shit... — he murmured, his voice bathed in lust. His fingers delved between your nether lips, sliding easily thanks to the moisture. He slowly rubbed your clit. The precise touch of his fingers made you gasp, as an electric current shot through your abdomen. — Look how soaked you are, baby. — he said in a dirty whisper, without taking his gaze from your eyes.

His fingers began to work more deliberately on your clit, swirling, pressing, rubbing in slow, delicious circles that drove you wild. You arched into him, moving reflexively, grinding against his hand, seeking more friction.

— Always so needy, so fucking shameless, and it's all for me. — he growled with a sly smile, satisfaction brimming in his gaze.

You leaned forward, your hands seeking support on his shoulders as your body trembled. You dropped your head back, lips parted, moaning his name like a mantra. The simple touch of his fingers was enough to disarm you. You didn't need more; his control over you was absolute. He had you captivated with just his caresses.

In a moment, your eyes lifted again, colliding with his. The two of you stared at each other, their pupils dilated and their breaths ragged. Between the two of you, there was a voracious adoration, as deep as what you were about to do. In the midst of that instant, your gaze alight with desire, you spoke to him without a hint of shame, your raspy voice laced with pure need.

— I want to get down between your legs and suck you off. — you whispered, looking at him with an intensity that left him breathless, and the growl that emerged from his throat was so deep it vibrated in his chest, in the air, in your gut. His penis, hard and throbbing beneath his sweatpants, stirred at the sound of you, as if responding with a hunger of its own.

— Fuck, you always know how to blow my mind... — he murmured, closing his eyes for a second, clenching his jaw. But still, he shook his head. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as he looked at you. — But there won't be any foreplay this time. You're so soaked, there won't be any need to use my fingers or eat you out. I want to put it in you now. — His tone was deep, definitive, and commanding.

He didn't give you time to process it. With a firm movement, he removed you from his lap, turned you around, and laid you down on the couch. Your legs were spread by inertia, your breasts moving to the rhythm of your labored breathing. You were exposed, damp, vibrating with desire, and completely at his mercy. The air was thick with lust. The moisture between your thighs was so palpable that every touch of skin made you shudder.

In an instant, Heeseung stood up. His movements were fluid, full of purpose. He brought his hands to the waistband of his sweatpants and, without taking his eyes off you, pushed them down with deliberate slowness. The first thing you saw was his erection springing free, hard, imposing, and thick. He wasn't wearing boxers. The glans was shiny, pearly with pre-cum that was already sliding down the length of his shaft, leaving a wet, glistening groove on his length.

— You were complaining about me not wearing panties, and it turns out you weren't wearing boxers the whole time. — you said with a mischievous smile, letting out a slight gasp at the end.

Heeseung chuckled softly, that laugh of his laced with mischief, and as he did, he brought a hand to his penis, beginning to pump it slowly. His palm slid firmly from the base to the slippery glans, growing wetter with each movement.

— In my defense, I wanted you to have easy access when you came and got this needy. — he replied with a smile. His voice was deep, choked with excitement as he continued to stimulate himself.

Your smile widened, pleased, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from his hand working on himself. He looked so fucking provocative there, between his fingers, throbbing, charged. You said nothing. You just bit your lip, devouring him with your eyes.

Eventually, he leaned over you. His mouth sought yours. His lips captured yours, and his tongue entered with authority, rubbing against yours, caressing, demanding surrender. His breath mingled with yours, hot, hurried, so thick with desire you could almost taste it. His lips broke away, only to begin kissing downward, leaving a burning trail of suction and saliva along your neck, your collarbones, every corner claimed with soft bites and hot licks. And when he reached your breasts, he didn't hesitate. His mouth latched onto one of them, sucking, while his tongue swirled over the hardened nipple, drawing breathy moans from you.

Then, with a mixture of care and urgency, he helped you change position. His hands guided you until you were propped up with your forearms on the side of the couch, your torso lowered, your back arched, your ass lifted, and your legs spread for him. You felt completely open, exposed, surrendered.

And Heeseung took a moment to admire you before moving down and licking your pussy. His hot tongue slid into your throbbing entrance, tasting your juices as if he needed it to live. Then, without warning, he caught your clit between his lips and sucked hard, making you shudder with a wave of pleasure that shook you from head to toe. Your voice broke into a moan, and your thighs trembled. But the attention didn't last. He pulled away panting, his mouth wet and his eyes burning with lust.

— I couldn't help it. You look too delicious to be ignored like this. — he confessed, his voice raspy, almost amused.

— Then don't ignore me and take me now. — you purred, arching further, offering yourself.

He growled. His hand rested firmly on your waist, while the other returned to his cock to hold it. He slammed it against your pussy, making the wet, slurping sound echo every time his glans hit your wet flesh. The taps were cruel, anticipatory, full of purpose. They made you more sensitive, more desperate.

And then, without further ado, he placed the tip right at your entrance. He pressed barely, not fully entering, letting the glans soak even more in your wetness.

— Just stick it in, Hee. All the way, I want it all. — you begged, your voice hoarse and shaky. And that was the biggest trigger.

He gripped your hips with both hands and, in one motion, plunged himself deep inside you. His entire length slid inside you, thrusting hard, opening you up and filling you completely. The air escaped you in a strangled cry, as your fingers gripped the back of the couch. And your walls shuddered around his length, in a tight, trembling grip, flooded with the sensation of sudden fullness. You felt everything: every throbbing vein, every inch pulsing inside you, the wetness, the trembling of his fingers digging into your skin.

He stayed there, buried to the hilt, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling behind you.

From the first thrust, you knew Heeseung wasn't willing to show any mercy that night. He filled you without giving your body time to adjust to his size. He sank into you with desperate firmness, hitting every sensitive corner, every hidden spot he knew by heart and now claimed viciously. His pelvis slammed against your still-reddened buttocks again and again, each impact drawing a ragged gasp, a high-pitched moan, a stifled plea from you. The sweet burn of the previous punishment mixed with the delicious pressure of his cock inside you, and that combination, that damned combination, drove you crazy. It was too much. And at the same time, it was never enough.

— So tight and warm for me, such a perfect little pussy of my baby girl. — he growled through gritted teeth. And you could only moan his name, as if that was the only thing you knew how to say.

Heeseung grunted with each thrust, his heavy breathing mingling with the wet, rhythmic sound of his hips slamming against you. One of his hands remained firmly on your waist, and the other tangled possessively in your hair, gently tugging at the strands until he forced your head up. His husky voice, with that charge of authority that only he knew how to use, whispered crudely:

— Look at me, babe. You know I need to see those beautiful eyes, or I'm not going to work."

You turned slightly, your neck exposed, your lips swollen from the moans that kept coming, and your eyes met his. That eye contact disarmed him and turned him on at the same time. What he saw was pure lust: your dilated pupils, your expression broken by pleasure, your skin beaded with sweat, and the constant trembling of your submissive body. And you, seeing him like that, with your eyes shining, your jaw tense, your body vibrating with the force of pent-up desire, felt yourself melting even more. Your pussy squeezed him tightly, as if your body wanted to swallow him whole.

— You're so fucking perfect when you let me fuck you like this... — he murmured between gasps, lowering the hand that had been in your hair to your throat, loosely wrapping his long fingers around it, only feeling the frantic throbbing beneath your skin as he sank in again, harder.

His mouth moved down to your exposed back, leaving a trail of wet kisses, small bites, and sucks that left warm marks all over you. And you arched for him, offering yourself without reservation. Your shaky voice kept whispering his name between moans, mixed with broken words, pleas for more, for more depth, for more friction.

— Hee... please... — you gasped, unsure if you were asking him to stop or to never stop.

— I know, baby. I know. — he responded with a growl, squeezing you harder, digging his fingers into your flesh as he quickened his pace, becoming a little more erratic, more raw.

Your body shuddered, you felt wet, stretched, filled. Each thrust felt like an electric shock running down your spine. And when you thought you couldn't take any more, that the pleasure was going to break you in two, he lowered a hand between your legs and rubbed your clit with two fingers soaked in your own wetness, stimulating it with precision as he continued to thrust into you hard.

The world blurred. There was only him, his body, his breath on your neck, his scent mingling with yours, and the indecent sound of your bodies colliding.

— You're going to cum, aren't you?” he asked, his voice cracking with desire. — Do it, baby girl. Cum while I fill you completely. — he commanded, and you could only moan in response, knowing you were seconds away from unraveling completely.

And indeed, it didn't take long for you to break. The pressure building in your belly reached its peak, and you released with a hoarse groan, ripped from deep within your chest. Your entire body spasmed, shuddering as the pleasure tore at you. Your insides squeezed him with involuntary violence, as if your pussy refused to let go, convulsing around his cock with a grip so intense it drew a brutal grunt from him.

Heeseung couldn't take it. The heat of your orgasm and the way your body gripped him pushed him straight to the edge. He gasped your name through his teeth, sank to the hilt, and unraveled inside you with a breathy curse. A husky growl vibrated in his chest as his hot, thick semen erupted in waves, filling you completely. He felt you still shuddering, convulsing with the remnants of your climax as you took it all in, trembling, broken, and vulnerable.

But it didn't end there...

Still panting, without pulling out of you, he knelt on the couch, sitting back on his heels, and with an ease that only his familiarity with your body gave him, he pulled you down onto his lap, keeping you impaled on his still-hard length. He gripped your wrists firmly, pulling them back and crossing them against your lower back effortlessly, as if your body belonged completely to him. The difference in size was instantly felt, especially when his free hand descended and rested warmly on your lower belly, right where the pressure was marked. The sensation of his cock deep inside you. That simple gesture made you moan and tremble in his grip.

Your back arched immediately, seeking him out, and your head fell back against his chest. That's when Heeseung leaned in. His breath caressed your face for a second before his lips took yours with precision. You turned your face just a bit, finding the right angle to receive him, to moan directly into his mouth as his hips continued to thrust relentlessly. The kiss was wet, dirty, and desperate. Your tongues met halfway, colliding, licking, tasting each other between gasps.

The heat between you was unbearable. Your arms tense in his grasp, your body pressed against his as he fucked you without stopping, deep, hard, addictive. There was no space, no time, no shame. Just him. Just you. Just that moment of total, wild surrender.

Each thrust made a wet, filthy sound, amplified by the semen that was beginning to spill between your thighs, slipping between them. Your still-sensitive walls reacted to each thrust with jolts of sharp pleasure, forcing you to moan between the kiss. But you didn't stop. You didn't want to stop. You were so fucking full of him. You felt him in every corner, every inner curve. Every time he moved, you felt him push more of his essence deep inside you, while his cock, still firm, grazed that exact spot that made you see stars.

His teeth caught your lower lip, tugging just before he released it, and then his kisses descended to your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, sucking on the already heated skin, leaving marks you knew would be more noticeable tomorrow. His hand still rested on your belly, holding you against him as the rocking of his hips continued, slower now, but no less deep. All with the intention of making the moment last.

— I’m not done with you, baby… — he growled in your ear, his voice so deep it shook your soul. — I’m going to keep fucking you until you beg for a break… and even then, I’m not going to give it to you.

Suddenly, he released your wrists and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you so tightly he seemed to be trying to melt you into his skin. And then you understood: what you were doing was something only desire born of true love could bring about; something brutal, profound, and devastatingly beautiful in its own way. Because in the end, it was just the two of you, loving each other with an intensity that knew no bounds or shame.

[hencheri]

— perfect little pet

▸ 18+ mdni.

you're jay's good kitten, his sweet girl, but you still need more training until you become the perfect little pet he knows you can be.

| pairing. bf!jay x fem!reader

| warnings. pet play, dubcon, daddy kink, really strict!jay, heavy dom/sub dynamics, impact play, dacryphilia.

| wc. 2k

⤷ part of my 1k event.

you bite down harder into your bottom lip, eyes full of water as you stare at the floor. your grip tightens around jay’s pants every hit that is delivered to your ass, doing your best to muffle down the noises of pain that threaten to escape you. you scrunch your eyes shut as you feel the familiar burning sensation of his palm meeting your flesh, wishing for it to end soon. 

you’ve stopped crying apology after apology when the strikes only became more violent as sobs ripped through your throat, knowing no matter how many times you said sorry, he wouldn’t stop. 

jay has been furious since you’ve come back. you’ve decided to show up 1 hour past your curfew, and he was absolutely pissed once the relief he first felt passed. how could you have been so careless? so irresponsible? he’s taught you better than this. 

his palm hits your ass cheek again and he makes no attempts to comfort you. he asked you to count to 10 earlier, but you didn't expect him to continue his spanks even after you reached the assigned number. you want to beg him to stop, but you know better than this. with jay, you endure and wait.

he wraps his hand around your throat right after delivering yet another spank to your ass, pulling your torso up from his lap.

you slightly turn your head in his direction to meet his eyes and to your surprise, he doesn't seem furious. he looks totally at ease.

"how long until you finally act like the good, obedient girl you pretend to be?" he murmurs to you, rubbing your ass to soothe the sensitive skin, but it doesn’t feel gentle to you. "i don't like it, kitten, when you don't do as i say," he explains in a serious but calm voice, his hot breath kissing the side of your face.

"i'm- i'm sorry," you mumble, shamefully shifting your gaze away from him. it takes everything in you to not let the tears flow from your eyes.

you receive a sharp spank to your ass before hearing jay's commanding voice in your ear, "sorry who?"

"daddy! i'm sorry daddy," you choke out, whimpering as he doesn't hesitate to slap you. even when you do as he says, he still punishes you. he’s never fully satisfied. 

your butt is on fire and it’s 10 times worse with nothing covering you, your panties sitting at your mid-thighs. he finds no remorse into leaving his handprint on you as long as it’s to discipline you. shape you little by little into the obedient, well-trained pet he’s always known you could be. 

and well-trained will you become. 

he lets go of your neck, slumping you back down onto his lap. his hand steadies on your ass for a moment. “what time is your curfew, tell me.”

“10 p.m.,” you exhale, trying to prevent the tears from falling, but it’s too late. 

“so why…” jay begins, rubbing his hand over your ass in circles, as if preparing you for the next hit. “did you come back home 1 hour later?”

you breathe in deeply, blinking several times, making the translucent pearls roll down your cheeks one by one. “i don’t know, i just… i just forgot. i didn’t notice,” you explain with pouty, shiny lips, all coated in your spit. “please, jay.”

suddenly, he spanks your pussy, a wet sound echoing in the bedroom, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. you jolt in surprise, letting out a high-pitched gasp. 

“i want the real reason.”

you frown. “but- but it is, i swear!”

you scream as he strikes you and you feel so, so exhausted. 

“how dare you raise your voice at me, pet? you do not talk back to me.” 

you whimper in pain, shaking your head, wanting jay to just leave it for tonight, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. 

“there’s no reason,” you croak out, “i’ve been careless and inconsiderate.” you sniffle, trying to slow down your tears and not choke on them. you notice you haven’t received another hit yet—so you continue. “i didn’t think about the consequences… but i should’ve because i know better than to worry daddy out.”

you feel slightly relieved when you hear jay humming in approval. “that’s right, kitten. daddy was worried about you. he thought something happened to you… but you were just being a disobedient little pet.” you hear the sound of his palm hitting your skin first, the pain making you grit your teeth. your nails dig into his pants and he can feel it poke his flesh. 

“i’m sorry, really sorry,” you whine.

“oh, i’m sure you are,” he says, sighing as he parts your pussy lips, seeing just how soaking wet your hole is. literally begging for him to fill it. he knows that doesn’t mean you like being punished—it’s your body’s normal reaction to have jay’s hands on you, doing things that usually lead to sex. 

he puts your panties back in place, the soft cotton material rubbing against your ass making you wince.

“get off.”

you don’t make jay wait and scurry off of his lap, going to sit on your calves, but as your bruised skin touches your legs—a scorching pain shooting through you—you rapidly decide against and lean on your hands instead. you wait for the next instructions, slightly hoping he’s going to tell you to bend over the couch and use you as roughly as he wants. 

he rises up to his feet, pulling the sleeves of his shirt down his arms before lowering his gaze at you. “come on.” he gestures to the stairs with a nod of his head. “to your room.” 

—-

the hard floor of the living room hurts your knees, but you still place one hand in front of the other, crawling up to jay. kittens don’t walk; he’s made sure you’d never use your feet in front of him. 

you silently make your way to him and stop at his feet, glancing up at him, but he doesn’t look away from his book. you hesitantly put a hand on the cushions beside him, waiting for a reaction, and seeing none, you decide to climb onto the couch. you climb, you don’t stand up—never do you, he made sure of that, too. 

you remember clearly the intense training he made you go through, whipping the back of your bare thighs with his belt whenever you stood on your feet to climb the bed—or any furniture he beckoned you to go on. you thought it’d be easy to just climb onto something, but with jay demanding you to be the perfect pet, it wasn’t. but now you know. 

you lay down on your stomach, fitting your head on top of his lap. he doesn’t seem to mind and offers you a glance. you stay still, not wanting to bother him, but the thought of him still being mad at you weighs heavy on your heart. each move of your body is a reminder of your mistake, of how angry you made jay last night. and you hate that. 

you let out a whiny sigh and he doesn’t miss on it, lifting up his brow. “what’s on your mind?”

you look up and he’s still focused on his book. you let out another sigh. “are you still mad at me?” you ask, the question finally leaving your lips. 

he takes a few seconds before marking the page he’s on and closing the book, his eyes shifting down to your face. “i wasn’t mad, baby. i was disappointed in you,” he says in a calm tone, his voice almost soothing you. 

“are you still… disappointed in me, then?” 

“yes,” he answers honestly. “but i’m looking forward to good behaviour from you.”

“of course.” you immediately nod your head, sitting up on your knees, facing jay. your ass still hurts a lot, but you understand that the punishment was necessary. 

he extends his arm toward you and takes a hold of your face, his eyes studying you. “you’re a good kitten, baby. i don’t know why you keep making it difficult for the both of us…” he wonders, his thumb gently running over your cheek. “wouldn’t it be easier if you’d just obey me?”

“but i do,” you whine.

you wince when his fingers dig into your face, squishing your cheeks between his hand. jay looks at you more severely now, a chill traveling up your spine as you recognize the familiar darkness in his eyes, that same darkness you see when he slaps you until you’re a sobbing mess, when he fucks all of your holes without ever slowing down. 

“careful, pet. i’ve already displicined you yesterday, i’d hate it if i had to do it again today,” he warns and you know he’s serious. you should always believe jay’s threat. 

“i’m sorry, daddy. i just… i just really don’t mean it.”

“oh, i know you don’t, kitten,” he coos, “you have a good heart, hm? you’re a sweet girl.” you bite down into your lip and slowly bounce your head, agreeing to his words. “come here,” he instructs and you don’t have to be told twice.

you crawl to him and straddle his lap, placing your arms over his shoulders and joining your hands together behind his neck. he smiles at you and you already feel yourself getting warmer. 

“what should i do with you?” he wonders out loud, grinning at the way your shoulders sag down, a pout forming on your lips. “put you on a leash? tie you up to the bed?” you shake your head and it makes him laugh. “no? what do you want, then?”

“daddy…” you say in a low voice, almost looking sheepish of your answer. 

“you want daddy?” you nod and he hums. “okay, then. you’re going to have me, baby.”

you totally didn’t expect to find yourself in this situation, and you feel like a part of you should have known that jay wasn’t completely satisfied by now. you fell right into his trap; kittens don’t ask for what they want. 

your mouth is gagged by your panties, stuffed in by jay earlier when he pushed you to the floor, getting on top of you. he shoved it down further in, making you cry around your dirty underwear and all he wanted was to see those tears of yours again. 

his hand around your throat, he drives his cock into you back and forth, giving you what you asked for. you squirm under him and it only earns you a smack to the face. “you poor helpless little thing,” he softly says, watching the tears fall to the side of your face. “you’re such a sweet girl. you must be asking yourself what you did wrong, hm?”

 you arch your back, lifting up from the floor, meeting jay’s hip thrusts, hitting the sweet spot inside of you just right and making you cry out. you claw at his t-shirt, wanting him off of you or closer to you—you’re not sure. your mind is so dizzy, so confused. so hurt. 

“after all my best efforts to make you into my good kitten, you’re still failing me,” he sighs, looking into your teary eyes, “but it’s okay, i’ll keep taking care of you. i’ll keep teaching you, keep reminding you.” he pulls your panties out of your mouth and you instantly cough, swallowing down multiple times to ease your sore throat. “do you understand, pet?”

you sniffle. “yes, jay,” you say in a weak voice. 

“good, baby,” he smiles, finally satisfied. “because you’re not leaving this house until i’ve shaped you into the perfect little pet."

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