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You love your life. 

You love that you can wake up whenever you want, and that you have no set schedule to live by. The only deadlines you have to worry about are the ones you make for yourself. You love your beautiful apartment that you didn’t need anyone else’s help to get, and that it is so close to everything in the city. You love not worrying about money anymore. You get to live however you deem fit, taking life one day at a time. Everything in your life is by your own design. Honestly? It’s a dream. 

And it’s easy money, giving men a fantasy for the night. 

That’s what you sell, the idea of you. In everyday life, you don’t pout nearly as much as you do on camera, nor do you talk as sweetly to strangers. Some of them, though, aren’t strangers to you anymore. You recognize their usernames and their donations, especially the ones who have been fans of yours since you started, and the ones who pay for your highest tiered subscription. Twenty-five dollars a month just to jerk off to your exclusive content. Ah, men. 

Your fanbase has grown and grown, skyrocketing somewhat recently when you convinced Yeosang, your hot guy friend, to join you in one of your videos. He’d worn a face mask to protect his identity, but it had been so obvious that he’s attractive even with it on. The black tank top left little to the imagination as your audience watched the muscles in his arms flex as his strong hands fingered you over and over again while he talked you through each orgasm. It was a rather simple video, with no actual sex. Regardless, that became one of your most viewed videos even though it was an exclusive, and the video that ended up paying for this apartment. Men and women alike scrambled to type in their credit card information to see it, boosting not only your ego, but your bank account as well. You gave Yeosang a decent sized chunk of your earnings, seeing as he was in the video too.  

His whole face had turned red when you showed him the number of views, hiding behind his hands for good measure. He’s always been shy, it was a damn miracle you even got him to do it in the first place. 

Since then, you’ve been living quite comfortably. Yeosang, too. Despite your efforts to convince him to create his own account for people to subscribe to, he’s maintained his ‘innocence’. However, recently he’s been asking you more and more about the details and dynamics of running an account like yours. You’re almost afraid to jinx it, like if you ask him outright if he’s thinking about it, he’ll forget the whole thing and never do it. Who are you to potentially accidentally deny the general paying population of your hot friend? 

He may become even more popular than me, you think to yourself, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

You glance at your laptop, its camera trained at a specific angle towards your empty bed, and you peek at how many people are waiting for your livestream to start. Friday nights are always good to pull in larger crowds, and tonight is no different. 

Nine hundred, and climbing. 

Whoa.

You let out a low whistle at the number, the highest you’ve ever seen it just for the amount of people waiting. You’re not even due to start for another ten minutes. The number shifts around a couple times, losing some, and gaining more every minute. For the first time in a while, you start to feel a little self-conscious. This newfound fame is still just that: new. Even though you can’t see the audience you’ve gathered, you still feel that there are nine hundred pairs of eyes on you in your bedroom. There’s a nervous flutter in your chest that you can’t seem to shake off in the dwindling minutes before your stream begins. 

With only two minutes left, you flit around your room, double checking how you look in your mirror, fixing your hair and makeup, and adjusting one of the straps to the lingerie you picked out for the evening. You sit prettily on the bed, taking a few moments before you start to center yourself, taking deep breaths and focusing on getting your head clear for tonight’s performance. 

A ‘performance’ is basically all it is.   

Your fingers hover over the trackpad of your laptop, counting down the seconds until there are none left, and you click “Go Live”. 

As usual, you allow about ten seconds to go by, waiting for more to join once they get the notification that the stream has started. You read the sudden influx of chat, smiling when you see familiar usernames and knowing that rent will be covered for the next couple of months, just by their presence here. If you wanted something, all you had to do was ask for it. Someone in the chat will gladly donate however much you need – and then some – just for the chance to hear you read their username and thank them in your sweet voice. 

So easy.  

You saturate your greeting with honey, looking up into the laptop camera, eyes round and innocent. 

“Hi, everyone,” you sing, giggling for all of the people vying for your attention. Each comment is sent with the hope that you’ll read it out. Some send tips already, small amounts mostly in the single digits, but there are a couple of doubles sent your way already. The tip counter in the upper corner of the screen increases steadily with each donation as they come. Compliments, questions, requests, and general niceties move up the screen in a constant staccato, making room for the next. 

You lean back on your hands, pretending that you don’t know what you’re doing with this angle. The camera is angled down, providing an almost perfect POV shot for the audience. The fantasy begins immediately. You uncross your legs, feigning shyness. 

“My day was okay, thank you,” you purr, knowing you just made someone nearly cream their pants by answering their question. “But… I’ve just been so lonely.” 

You pout, right on cue to accompany your words. Instantly, the comment section floods with volunteers to cure you of your loneliness. Each one promises they can fix it, that they’ll be there for you, that they’ll never leave. It’s flattering, but none of them really mean it. Maybe they think they do, but again none of them really know you. You doubt most of them want to get to the very root of you and figure you out. No, most if not all just want to get into your pants to say that they have. Bragging rights. 

[user75846] will yeo be joining you?

You read the comment aloud, shaking your head in quiet defeat. “No, it’s just me tonight.” 

Some comments beg for his return, others are happy that it’s just you – the jealous types – and the rest are simply impatient to see your body. Your hand trails across the hem of your flimsy, sheer tank top you chose to wear for the evening. It leaves little to the imagination. The quiet pinging of more money being donated motivates you further. You sigh, looking up into the camera again. 

“I’ve been so sad and lonely all day… you guys will help me, right?” 

You pull your shirt down just a little more, showcasing your cleavage while keeping your face as innocent as possible. The comments spike again, but you don’t pay attention to them anymore. Your hand travels farther up to your mouth, fingers threatening to slip between your glossy lips. Twelve hundred people watch and wait. You hum, parting your lips slightly but not quite giving them the visual they want. Not yet. There’s no rush – not for you, at least. But one comment catches your eye because of its impatience.   

[mntn3000]: start.

Very blunt. You don’t recognize the username as one of your regulars or subscribers. Whoever this is must be new. You’ve run and maintained a rather strict program with your subscribers when it comes to what they say in the live chat – politeness being one of the main rules. The lack of a ‘please’ to sweeten the demand nearly twists your face into something less angelic. Maybe whoever this user is is already close, unable to finish his sentence before he finishes himself. You bet once you take your shirt off he’ll blow his load and leave. It happens. For now, you’ll have fun with him. Teach this newcomer some manners. 

You dip your fingers in, tongue peeking out to greet them into your mouth. The amount of comments slows just a little, silently telling you that some of your viewers are beginning to work themselves up along with you. 

“Oh dear… ‘mntn3000’ just said ‘start’. No ‘please’? Will someone let him know how this works?” You keep your voice sugary, making sure everyone knows you aren’t hurt or being stuck-up, but that you’re rather amused at the comment. 

Almost immediately, upon request, you see one of your regulars tag the newcomer in a message explaining the chat rules. 

“Thank you, Woo,” you hum, lifting your shirt up even more, just for him, to show your gratitude. Your hand lingers near your breast, a small shudder running through your body as you graze your nipple. 

‘Woo’, your nickname for him from his username, has become somewhat of an anonymous friend to you. He’s subscribed to your highest level tier and the VIP extras that you offer, including private shows and a group chat on Discord. He’s always the first to step in if someone says something out of line or disrespectful in any way. Your own personal guard dog. 

Whoever he is, ‘mntn3000’ doesn’t say anything to Woo’s message. 

Fourteen hundred people now. 

You hum again, resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs together. You love the attention. And after doing a rough estimate in your head how much money you’ll make tonight, it just makes you want to put on an even better show. 

“If you want something…” you purr, taking your shirt off completely. The comments erupt. “Ask nicely~” you tease, giggling to yourself.

A donation pops up immediately, the sum of which nearly makes you gape.   

[mntn3000] has donated $500 

Well… that’s certainly nice. 

[mntn3000]: start, kitten

That’ll do it. 

You’re quick to control your reaction to the generous donation. However, now you can’t help but feel like you’re performing under pressure. Some of your other patrons comment on it, but you’re on autopilot now. 

One more deep breath in and your tight little shorts soon join your shirt on the floor. 

You exhale audibly, turning the breath into a quiet moan as your hand continues to explore your own body. This time, you don’t tease when your fingers come back up to your mouth, accepting them immediately. Your free hand finds its way to your neglected chest, kneading the warm skin. It’s easy to pretend that the touch belongs to someone else’s manipulation. 

It’s more than just a little confusing for you to immediately imagine it’s Yeosang, if not friendship-wise. The two of you have mutually agreed that you’re platonic. The collaboration was just… a friend helping a friend. Moreso than the views and money you earned from it, you’re thankful that there is no awkwardness between you two in the aftermath of it. When you had switched the camera off, he had even joked about graduating to another level of friendship, or something like that. You can’t remember exactly right now, you’re a bit preoccupied. 

You pry your eyes open to read the chat, wanting to know if they’re enjoying the view so far. 

[user92834]: i keep expecting yeo to show up ㅠㅠ  i miss him

You whine, only able to nod once or twice. “I miss Yeo, too.” 

Now you’re playing with fire. Multiple people in the chat remind you of their personal favorite parts of that video, giving you a much needed visual to get yourself off. Is it wrong? To use memories of your best friend ‘platonically’ overstimulating you for the better part of an hour? Maybe. You think you just need to get laid soon. Admittedly, it’s been rather long since you have been. Longer than most of your viewers will ever believe.  

“I wish someone was here to help me,” you blink slowly into the camera, pouting again. 

Your artificial patheticness is like a siren call to these men. It seems that every single one of your viewers suddenly comes alive, flooding the chat and your donations box all at once, each claiming that they should be the one to help you next time. That they have what it takes. 

Except one. 

You haven’t seen that ‘mntn3000’ guy’s username pop up since he sent the generous donation earlier. You wonder if he’s still watching. Maybe he’s embarrassed from earlier. 

Whatever. He’s more likely just another background viewer. You probably won’t hear from him again. 

Pushing the thought away, you start to finally trail your hand down your stomach to lightly circle your clit. Your hooded eyes flicker up to the screen, making sure everything’s in view. Satisfied with what you see, you resume touching yourself, continuing to loudly suck on your fingers for good measure. 

[user82392] has donated $5

[user01743] has donated $20

[puppyu.u] has donated $50

[mars9843] has donated $50 

[puppyu.u] has donated $100

You can’t help but smile, watching the silent competition between your viewers. Every time someone ups the amount they’re willing to drop on you, there’s dozens more who are willing to match it. You feel like you’re at auction. Who will win in the end? Usually, it’s one of your regulars, the ones with access to the private Discord, who come out on top. You’re betting on ‘puppyu.u’ tonight. He seems like he has something to prove. 

No one’s quite willing to match ‘mntn3000’’s five hundred dollar starting offer just yet. 

You get the feeling that everyone who regularly competes here silently agrees to just… ignore it. Everyone here spoils you, of course. But dropping five hundred dollars straight out the gate is a blatant power move that seems intent to undermine most of the others in here in one fell swoop. 

But he’s quiet now. Maybe he spent all he had in one go. It happens sometimes. Rarely, but sometimes. 

You’re not sure why you’re so hung up on this random user. You’re not used to being caught off guard like this. Closing your eyes so no one can see you roll them, you decide to not think about him anymore. 

And you have just the thing for it. 

While they spend money to achieve imagined dominance over the others in the chat, you reach just offscreen to grab your favorite dildo. It’s a fan-favorite as well. You scoot a little farther back on the bed, finally taking your fingers out of your mouth and replacing it with the head of the dildo. You sigh around it, like you’re content, grateful to have something in your mouth again. In reality, this is just so that it goes inside of you easier.   

This time, you don’t make them wait. 

The blunt head of the toy slips inside easily, and you fight to keep your head up so everyone can see your reaction to it. Halfway in, you give up. Head back, a visible shudder runs through your body that has the donation notifications ringing like crazy. Around this point in your little show, you’ll pay less and less attention to the chat, only focusing on the pleasure you’re creating for yourself. 

But this time, something’s off. 

No matter what you do, you can’t seem to find that specific angle that makes you cum. Not even playing with your clit seems to be any help. You try to relax, to see if maybe you’re too tense to feel anything, but it’s quite hard to relax when you’re this frustrated already. You’re not about to let the audience know that, but it’s discouraging. You don’t like to lie, but again, it’s all part of a performance. A fake, tailored show to sell a fantasy version of you. The one who always comes for whoever is watching, the one who is just so insatiable for each individual person watching.  

At one point, you obtain false hope. You hit an angle that nearly does it for you, getting you closer than you were before to that sweet edge. It’s so close you can almost taste it, quickening your pulse and electrifying every vein in your body. There’s an ache in your wrist that is starting to become strained and uncomfortable, and your eyebrows furrow together to try and maybe will an orgasm into existence. And yet the payoff evades you completely.  

You make a sharp, high-pitched noise out of frustration, which hopefully comes across as ecstacy instead. You’re not even enjoying it anymore, and your hand begins to slow down the pumps of the dildo as your fake moans increase again. There’s a trick you know to make your legs look like they’re realistically shaking from an orgasm – learned by ego-boosting one too many failed relationships and one night stands in the past – and you use it now. 

Ugh. 

The toy slips out of you, and you blearily toss it next to you on the bed. You let the audience watch the slowing rise and fall of your chest as your breaths even out. 

What the fuck was that? You think to yourself, tilting your head back to hide your look of confusion. You’re kind of nervous to look at what people are saying in the chat, worried that they somehow caught onto the fact that you faked it. Without any proof, you conjure up images of cancellation, accusations, name-calling, every possible and yet unrealistic bad thing that could potentially happen. 

Steeling yourself as best you can, you straighten and take a look at the chat. 

All worries melt away at once as soon as you notice the heart emojis that flood the comment section. You’re not sure when this started, nor do you know who began the trend, but it has turned into something similar to applause at the end of a stream. A cute signal that they enjoyed the show. You smile at the screen, even laughing a little from relief. Time and time again, you’re proven to be loved no matter what. 

There are a few more donations, although they’ve slowed down now that you’re done. You push your hair back, taking the time to slowly breathe in and out as you read the comments. Most of them tell you how hard you made them bust, which earns you a few more dollars. Still, there’s one username you’re stuck on that you’re not seeing. Not yet. You hope you’re not being obvious, waiting for it to reappear. Maybe with some manners and patience this time. Your eyes stay locked on the corner of the screen.

It’s after you blow a puff of air up towards your hair to move it out of your face that he reappears. Maybe your impatience was received loud and clear to him. 

He only sends one word. Four letters. 

[mntn3000]: cute 

[mntn3000] has donated $1000

[mntn3000] has left the stream

Huh. Your spinning head almost registers that. A good thing about streaming is that you’re not exactly on a time limit. You can take as much time as you need to to calm down and regroup before addressing your audience again. Most will leave during this time, and that’s alright too. Your devoted viewers will stay, still seeking out your attention, praise, and appreciation. You always thank them for watching and of course, donating. 

“There’s thousands of others you could have spent your time with tonight, so thank you for choosing me. I hope I made it worth it.” 

In the middle of catching your breath, you manage a small grin into the camera. With a whispered, ‘goodnight’, and a kiss blown straight to your audience, you end the live and flop backwards on your bed. Another job well done. Another year of rent earned. 

You force yourself to move after five minutes, showering, changing into new, comfier clothes and taking your makeup off in the bathroom until it’s just you in the mirror, and not the character. It’s not until you’re brushing your teeth that you realize how tired you are from that live, nearly drifting off with the toothbrush still in your mouth. Head about to hit the wall, you jerk back to stand upright and finish up quickly. You can practically hear your bed calling your name.   

A text from Yeosang lights up your phone, halfway buried underneath a pillow. You pull it out and stand by your bed to read it. 

[yeoyeo🌻]: another successful day at the office?

You can’t help but grin, burying yourself under the covers and texting him back quickly. 

[y/n🌸]: another small fortune 🥱

[yeoyeo🌻]: still wanna hang out tomorrow?

[yeoyeo🌻]: or is the princess too tired 

[y/n🌸]: stfu 😂

[y/n🌸]: yes pls i miss you :( 

[yeoyeo🌻]: fine fine 

[yeoyeo🌻]: i’ll be over at noon 

[yeoyeo🌻]: you better be awake -.- 

[y/n🌸]: goodnight pretty boy!

[yeoyeo🌻]: 🖕🏻

[yeoyeo🌻]: goodnight 

Exiting the messages app, you reach over to the nightstand and grab your laptop from its perch, keen on transferring your earnings into your bank account as soon as possible. Luckily, the site you use makes it rather easy, just a click of a button, but this time around, you take a second to look at the number in the corner. 

$14,601. 

You whistle lowly at the sight of it. Nearly fifteen thousand dollars for thirty minutes of ‘work’. If you spend and save wisely, you’ll never have to set foot in an office for as long as you live. 

Laptop set aside for the time being, you make a mental note to try and fit in some pilates tomorrow morning before Yeosang comes over. There are certain things you try to do to maintain your beauty and health, especially if the rewards look like this number. The sore muscles, cutting off sugar, and time spent trying to match your wing eyeliner are worth it. Almost… you do miss sugar quite a bit and are prone to cheat if tempted.  

You quickly do the math in the calculator app to see how exponentially your bank account is about to grow once the transfer is complete. The total makes you smile ear to ear. Already, you’re thinking of more ideas, ways to keep everyone interested… but also… maybe a vacation. A first class flight to anywhere in the world seems more than desirable. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask Yeosang if he’d like to come too. The thought excites you, making you want to stay up and look at potential destinations. 

Closing out of the calculator and banking apps, you’re just about to go on TikTok to look through your ‘dream vacay’ folder, when a notification directs your eyes upward. It’s from your email, but it's no promotional message from one of the many stores you shop at, nor is it spam. 

The sender is simply ‘H.J Kim’, accompanied by three words in the subject line: ‘Exclusive Collaboration Offer’. 

That certainly piques your interest, although it could just be a scam. Since you don’t have an agent, you’ve learned the hard way how to filter out those who just wish to take your hard-earned – well… earned – money away from you. When you were just starting out, you had to change numerous passwords more than once. You’re on a first-name-basis with your bank. Usually, you ignore emails like this, but something draws you to it. In what you can see of the preview, the sender doesn’t use more words than he has to, and the word choice seems rather official. Not as scammy as you’re used to. 

Hesitant, but intrigued at what this offer could possibly entail, you click on it to see what the rest of the email says.

__________________________

Dear Miss Y/N, 

I hope you are doing well. My name is Kim Hongjoong and I am a Talent Agent with Afterdark Productions, representing Choi San. We have been admiring your work for a while now, and would love to extend an offer for a collaboration between the two of you. 

If accepted, I will be more than happy to disclose more information regarding the details of the shoot as well as beginning the process of arranging transportation and accommodation. Please feel free to reach out with any questions or concerns, and I will respond as quickly as I can. 

Thank you for your time and consideration. I look forward to the possibility of working together. 

Sincerely, 

Kim Hongjoong 

Talent Agent, Afterdark Productions

[email protected]  

__________________________

You sit up, suddenly needing more air. 

Choi San. 

Just his name makes your thighs clench together under the plush comforter.

You make a noise somewhere between an exhalation and a laugh of disbelief. You reread it a couple more times, making sure you’re reading it correctly. There’s simply no way someone like Choi San knows you exist, and if he does, then how? Sure, you’re gaining popularity on cam platforms, but you didn’t think the industry on the other side of the coin would take notice. Maybe you’ve just been naive. It’s essentially the same thing but without a script or team involved. You do everything yourself — the lights, the camera, the action. The idea of even attempting what ‘Afterdark’ is known for is quite daunting. The thought of potentially meeting San even more so. 

Everyone knows Choi San. 

Somewhat of a respected micro-celebrity, he is currently revolutionizing the stigma around adult videos and being an adult actor. Breaking stereotypes, barriers, and backs. Impressive. It also helps that he has adonis-like features and a smile that can universally melt hearts. Very helpful, indeed. 

It’s still not fully clicking that you’ve been offered a chance to work with him. Not yet. Most likely, it’ll hit you in the morning when you check your phone for the millionth time, making sure you didn’t just dream this all up in a post-orgasmic haze. Each time you reread it, the words stay the same. The name jumps out at you. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” you whisper, pressing your palm to your mouth, reading the email over just one more time. That’s what you tell yourself anyway. 

A collaboration… you assume that means on his turf. On his side of the industry, anyway. Your mouth dries. Are you even up for this? 

A visual learner all your life, you find yourself opening a private browser and looking up a porn site you know has posted a couple of San’s videos. For research. Literally. Your thought process is to refresh your memory, imagine yourself in the actress’ place and discern whether or not you think you can handle what this offer entails. You pick the very first result after you enter his name in the search box, and settle back against your pillows, nervously biting your nails as the video begins. 

It starts off like many others of its kind, a flashy montage of what’s to come – pun unfortunately intended – to entice viewers to keep watching. You skip ahead, like many do, not caring for whatever ‘plot’ has been thrown together to justify why these two hot people are sleeping together this time. Although, from the clips you do see as the video jumps ahead, inching closer to the real action, you have to admit he’s a decent actor. You stop skipping through it towards the end of their conversation, landing at the proposition and steadily rising scripted passion. 

San steps closer to the actress, really getting into her space, and holding eye contact the whole time. The type that would make any girl melt. It’s not fiery or intimidating, no, it’s something much worse. 

Desire. 

He mumbles something under his breath that you don’t catch, too focused on how his hands wrap around her waist, pulling her in closer. What startles you is how… almost vulnerable he looks. Attentive. His head tilted down slightly, looking at her through his eyelashes, enchanting her so effortlessly as his hands gently wander. You cross an arm over your chest, eyes still fixated on the phone screen. You’re getting affected this much just watching him look at her like that? How the hell will you possibly be able to handle it in real life? The short answer is: you probably won’t. 

Because the next time you skip, impatience gnawing at you to just see and know what he does, you’re thrown right into the fray. 

The camera is almost cinematic, capturing precise angles where everything can be seen, the lighting low and sensual. They’re on a large bed, and San has taken the time to place one of the pillows under her head as well as her hips. A blindfold covers the actress’ eyes, but you can tell right away she’s been steadily crying through the fabric. Her hands tighten in his hair, his mouth latches onto one of her breasts, and his hand between her legs where quiet, constant, wet sounds are being drawn from. Still, he looks earnest. Genuine. Like he cares about her pleasure, and wants to make sure she’s getting just as much out of this experience as he will. At this point, you’re sure the script is thrown out the window, because the way he talks to her, so soft and sincere, praising her closer and closer to the edge, is something that no scriptwriter could come up with. No, this was pure San. 

When she’s close, she tells him immediately and he changes nothing. He whispers the same praises, keeps his hand at the same pace and angle, reaching deep and curling up over and over, coaxing her body to release. The automated subtitles are no help, so you turn the volume up just a bit more, so you can hear him clearly. He must’ve been edging her because she starts begging him, trying to not pull his hair out at the roots. He simply covers her mouth with a free hand and leans over her, giving her permission to let go for him. 

She shudders violently, thighs pressing into the sides of his body to prevent him from moving. He's not going anywhere, though. That infamous dimpled smile appears as he watches her come undone beneath him. 

Your thighs clench. That’d be you. 

His voice drifts languidly from your laptop speakers, melting your brain even further. “Yes, baby, that’s it. There you go… such a good girl.” 

A girlish squeal gets stuck in your throat and you press your lips together to ensure you don’t let it out. You haven’t even said yes yet. There could be conditions you don’t agree with, payment arguments. He could be an asshole for all you know. Or this could all be a very elaborate and convincing scam. 

Still, just in case it is real, and for the sake of ‘research’, you keep watching. 

He kisses her chest, slowly making his way up her throat, her jaw, until he reaches her lips. He takes his sweet time, like he knows no one would dare look away. She sighs into his mouth, quiet whimpers leaving her every so often while he gently rubs her clit, just enough to keep her stimulated as she gets used to the feeling of being empty once again. You wonder what it’s like to kiss him. Your hands itch to reach for your phone and text Yeosang to tell him everything, however, you’re rather busy holding them still at the moment.  

You appreciate how he doesn’t move onto the next thing immediately. Too many times have you seen other actors in his industry not giving their partner a bit of a breather after such an intense orgasm. Granted, some may like that, the overwhelming and constant stimulation, but the way San allows her to take her time, silently encourages her to follow the deeper rhythm of his breathing, and how he holds her hand and places slow, soft kisses all over her body, it all adds up to make you crave a slower pace. An intimate interaction like this. 

San checks in with her quietly, and with a nod from her and another peck on the lips, he’s positioning himself between her legs. Stars in her eyes, she reaches down and strokes his length, whimpering softly. He gently brushes her hair back, admiring the look of nervous anticipation on her face. When he finally pushes inside, the two of them moan at the same time. Buried the way in, he smiles down at her before kissing her deeply. All dimples. A broken moan of his name tumbles from her lips, and you’re almost sure she didn’t realize she even said anything. She’s staring up at him like he’s a deity. Like he’s come down from heaven just for her. And she’s not acting. 

One thing you know for sure: you’d be stupid to decline the offer. 

You consider your mind made up. 

Reluctantly exiting the video, saving it for later, you reopen your email app. Part of you wonders whether or not two in the morning is an appropriate time to email someone, but another part of you simply doesn’t care. It’ll be in Mr. Kim Hongjoong’s inbox first thing when he wakes up tomorrow. Your reply is enthusiastic yet professional, expressing appreciation for the offer in the first place. You thank him and San for taking notice of you and offer praise of his work as well. Wrapping up with the same politeness the original sender used, you sign off with your name. Your fingers hover over the keyboard for a minute before adding a kiss emoji to the side of your name. Before you can second guess that choice, you send it off. 

Needing to expel some of these nerves, you get up out of bed to scavenge your fridge for a well-past-midnight snack. Maybe yogurt or something. Standing in the white light of the fridge, you realize food may not be the best choice. Nothing jumps out at you to want at two o’clock in the morning, stomach already doing flips and tricks as it is. You settle on a mini carton of strawberry milk that you may or may not finish and walk back to bed a little too fast. Quicker than your usual leisurely pace. 

You glance at your phone, laying face down on your bed like what you just watched on it made it shy. You want to text Yeosang so badly, to get his take on all of this, but you should let him sleep. Just because your sleep schedule is fucked doesn’t mean you have to ruin his as well. Your fingers absentmindedly tap the carton, only two sips deep in your drink. Hm. 

You’re just starting to flirt with the idea of calling Yeosang anyway when you get a notification that effectively snaps you out of your thought spiral. Whoever or whatever it is has just unknowingly saved Yeosang’s REM cycle. 

Not expecting a response so soon, your eyes widen a bit when you see that you’ve gotten a response back already. The quickness makes you a little wary. Scams usually are quick to respond back too. 

Or, this ‘Hongjoong’ guy may have a sleep schedule quite like yours. After all, you responded rather quickly to his first email. 

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Hi Miss Y/N, 

Thank you for getting back to me so quickly. We are thrilled to hear that you are accepting the offer. 

The next steps in moving forward are rather simple. I will ask you to fill out a form – which I have linked to this e-mail – and send that at your earliest convenience. It is your basic questionnaire, really, and a chance for us to get to know you as well as your preferences for the shoot and scene. 

 After you have sent that and we go over it, I would like to meet with you – either in person or through video call – for both our safety and to finalize all arrangements. If you choose to meet in person, I will gladly bring along a female member of my team in an effort to make you feel more comfortable and safe.  

As always, please feel free to reach out if you have any questions, comments, or concerns. Looking forward to hearing from you again. 

-Kim Hongjoong 

Talent Agent, Afterdark Productions

[email protected]  

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‘We’, he wrote. 

‘We are thrilled to hear that you are accepting the offer.’ 

At first, you assumed he was just referencing the production company, but the specific use of it catches and holds your attention. Did San… ask for this collab to happen? Scrolling up to reread it again, the second line of the first e-mail you were sent strikes you: ‘We have been admiring your work for a while now…’ Not just the company. ‘We’ as in… 

You swallow hard, setting the strawberry milk on your nightstand and shrinking back against your pillows again. Your phone burns your eyes in the dark, but you can’t stop reading this new message. There’s so much to unpack, even though it’s so straightforward. As of right now, in regards to meeting with Kim Hongjoong, you’re leaning towards just a video call. You’re still not quite totally convinced this isn’t an elaborate prank of some kind. Maybe a weird fan who wants this to happen but there’s no truth to it. But again… you don’t get that vibe. Not from how professional this seems. And a crazy fan wouldn’t offer to bring along another woman to make you feel more comfortable, he’d insist on meeting alone, under the guise of ‘protecting our privacy’. 

And if it is real… then it is really happening. Moving forward, as the talent agent said, a collaboration in the early stages of planning. With Choi San. 

Dammit, Yeosang, why can’t you be awake right now, you think and you huff dramatically, burying your face in your hands. He’ll certainly get an earful of all of this tomorrow afternoon.   

But you decide you need to talk this through to somebody right now. Or some people. 

Even though you just went live, you’re quick to open your Discord app, not even bothering to send a warning message to tell your exclusive members that you’re going live again. This time, just for them. You know they’ll come. They always do. 

Once you have your laptop adjusted and headphones on, you’re ready to go. You click the microphone button and wait.  

As expected, four of them join immediately. You regularly wonder how they’re all able to drop everything to watch you, no matter what time you go live. Two others join soon after, but they rarely comment in the chat. Silent viewers with open wallets are never unwelcome here. 

“Hi guys! I have big news,” you smile into the camera, reading all the messages as they pop up. 

[woogoesthere]: tell ussssssss!!!!!

[fix0nmi]: 👀?

[mars9843]: what is it cutie?

[puppyu.u]: hi baby why the secret meeting?? 👀

You take a minute to let them get all their guesses out, increasing their desperation to know what you’re hiding from them. Hopefully they’ll take the news well. As far as you can tell, none of them specifically come across as the parasocial jealous type, but you don’t know for certain. However, they seemed to handle your previous collab with Yeosang pretty well. That gives you some more confidence to confide in them about this. 

“I’ve been offered to do a collab with someone from…” You pause before saying the company name for dramatic effect. “Afterdark.”

You’re a little surprised by the lack of comments right away, even worried a little. The thought of them being the parasocial jealous type crosses your mind again. Especially Woo. For a split second, you worry that you may have just angered your most loyal – and charitable – fans. The abrupt absence makes your heart plummet to your stomach. 

It takes a full minute before anyone says anything. The longest minute of your whole life. 

[woogoesthere]: are u telling us ur collabing w choi san?!!??!?!?! :0

Leave it to Woo to ease any worry you may have. You mask your relieved exhale under a light laugh. 

“Should I be worried?” you half joke. 

The immediate responses in the comments are overwhelming and collective:

[puppyu.u]: yes!!!!!! 

[mars9843]: be afraid, be very afraid 

[fix0nmi]: he’s gonna wreck you lmao 

[fix0nmi]: icw to watch 🤪

[puppyu.u]: same 😭😏😭

[mars9843]: if you could barely handle yeo………

Your confident smile fades slightly, the corners of your mouth dropping back down as you read the multiple comments confirming what you’ve been wondering. 

[woogoesthere]: guys stop ur gonna scare her ㅠㅠ

You try to laugh it off, looking off camera to grab your strawberry milk again. The action gives your hands something to do as worry begins to settle in your chest. Of course, Woo tries to ease your growing anxieties in the chat as you lift the bottle to your lips, eyes still scanning the messages… or rather, the warnings. 

[puppyu.u]: well it’s true 

[woogoesthere]: we should be encouraging tho >:( 

[fix0nmi]: yeah or else she won’t do it 👀

[mars9843]: … 

[mars9843]: y/n we’re just kiddinggggg

[fix0nmi]: you’ll be fine~! >:) 

[woogoesthere]: -.- 

[puppyu.u]: drink lots of water beforehand! 

[woogoesthere]: you pervs are so annoying

“I can do it!” You try to regain your previous confidence. 

A shroud of doubt begins to creep up over your shoulders, weighing you down. You’re able to hide it well, but you go quiet. Quieter than usual when you’re live. You don’t like silences that last too long. Unfortunately, your sudden silence is noticeable. 

[puppyu.u]: babyyyyyy 

[puppyu.u]: don’t listen to us we’re just teasing 

[fix0nmi]: haha sorry baby

[mars9843]: you’re gonna be great, pretty girl 

[fix0nmi]: can’t wait to see it ;) 

[woogoesthere]: you ARE gonna be great

[woogoesthere]: choi san has no idea what an honor this is fr ㅠㅠ

That last message brings your smile back, tugging at the corners of your mouth until you give into it. ‘Woo’ is right. You have to remember who the fuck you are. Choi San sought you out specifically. There’s no need to be nervous about anything. It’s a different side of an industry that you’re already accustomed to, that’s all. You just have to adapt to however it operates for one day, and if you hate it, you’ll never have to do it again. And hey, you’ll get to say you’ve had that first and only experience with San of all people. 

What a debut. 

Your loyal fans must notice the confidence boost you’re experiencing because they’re quick to praise it in the chat. 

[fix0nmi]: there she is :) 

[woogoesthere]: ugh ur too cute 

[puppyu.u]: fr that bastard has no idea how lucky he is ㅠㅠ

[mars9843]: he better be nice to u >:( 

“Aww, you guys are so sweet,” you giggle softly, enjoying their attention and their praises. Your nerves are somewhat settled for the time being, though you can’t promise they won’t return once you open your eyes tomorrow morning. You wonder what Yeosang will say about it. 

Leaning back against your headboard, you exhale deeply – maybe even adding a little hint of a whine-like noise to keep them entertained. ‘Pervs’, as ‘Woo’ put it, indeed. Not that you minded. 

You hum to yourself and mention how much better they’ve made your night, and they eat it up. 

“Thank you all for your love and support. Truly.”    

You talk with them for a while longer, reciprocating their interest in you by asking them about their days and what they’re doing tomorrow. One of the silent viewers goes offline, and you can’t say that you blame them – no one should still be awake at this hour. You’re not sure if you’ll fall asleep quickly after you log off, so maybe that’s why you linger here and continue to talk with them. The minutes continue to go by and you start to feel guilty for keeping them all up this late. You know it’s their choice to stay and talk, but still. Odds are that at least one of them has to be up early tomorrow morning. They won’t leave until you do. 

“I’m gonna go to bed, guys. Thank you for staying up and chatting with me.” You smile, watching all of their usernames simultaneously start typing again. 

[mars9843]: goodnight cutie

[fix0nmi]: night babe ;)

[woogoesthere]: aww have a good night jagi <333 

[puppyu.u]: sweet dreams baby <3

[puppyu.u]: <3333

You giggle, noticing ‘puppyu.u’’s competitiveness. Before ‘Woo’ can start a war to see how many 3’s they can add to their hearts, you quickly blow them all a kiss and end the call. 

The silence of your apartment comes back quickly. Naturally, so do your racing thoughts. You place your laptop on your nightstand and crawl back under the covers, hoping against hope that you can smother your thoughts with your pillow. 

Your phone vibrates against your thigh and you sneak a quick glance at it, half-expecting another e-mail, only to find a Venmo notification. It’s from Woo. Your exclusive members have the username of your ‘business’ Venmo account to send you money outside of cams, if they choose to. The message he attaches to the money makes you laugh: ‘i’m not losing to puppyu.u so easily. goodnight<333333333333’ 

Oh, man. 

Make that $14,751 now. 

You wince as you notice the time in the upper lefthand corner of your phone screen. Yeosang was very clear in his text: you better be awake by noon. Knowing how late you usually sleep until, it’s not looking good. Hoping it will help, you set several alarms on your phone. Surely one of them will wake you up. You switch your phone off, refusing to check it again until tomorrow morning. 

Without your phone to distract you though, all you do is replay that video you watched of San and that actress. The memory of it projects against your eyelids and you can’t look away. A shiver runs through you when you picture how his hands held her with such gentle strength, and the addictive moans he wasn’t afraid to let out. The same thought echoes until you finally fall asleep: that’ll be you.  

· · ─────── ·☆· ─────── · ·

Against all odds, and seven missed alarms later, you manage to wake up – albeit, exhausted – around ten o’clock. Plenty of time before Yeosang is due to come over. 

After you eat breakfast, you decide to spend the morning researching San, watching more of his videos, listening to interviews, stalking his Instagram, anything you can find to get to know him better. Or at least, to get a better grasp on what you should expect. Hongjoong never clarified if it was going to be just you and him at this future meeting or you, him, and San. You want to be ready. 

From what you can find, you’ve come to the tentative conclusion that he appears smart, funny, well-traveled, and handsome. That last one is a given to anyone with eyes, though. It seems like he could’ve succeeded in any field of his choosing, but his candor is notoriously present and blunt whenever he gets asked why he’s gone into this profession: “I like sex. I happen to be good at it, so why not?” 

You get it. Easy money. 

His Instagram is mostly pictures of him in exotic locations. It seems you and him have dream destinations in mind for the future as well. Nine million followers strong – and counting – he has his comments turned off to them on every post. There is also no message option anywhere. He completely cuts himself off from being accessible. A part of you is a little jealous, but at the same time you like the closeness with your fans. It feels more intimate, it gives you a reason to be punctual and come back and care about what you do. Although some, like that ‘mntn3000’ guy, can sometimes be quite rude in the chat. You have your chat open to all, and your public Instagram is the complete opposite of San’s. Thirst traps, a highlight on your profile for song recommendations, and the ability to comment and message you. Not that you answer most of them. Most are gross, obnoxious, frankly misogynistic men who choose the most unhinged, disgusting words to express their… ‘desires’. You’re thankful for Woo and fans like him. Still… you find yourself wondering if you should limit your accessibility as well. Your popularity is rising. Maybe now is the time. 

You still find yourself looking for everything and anything that has to do with him online. Everyone wants to be him or be with him. One of those guys. Of course. 

You rest your head in your hands, groaning to no one in particular. After all the women he’s been with, you hope you can meet his expectations. A worthy costar. Same industry, different department. 

By the time Yeosang knocks on your door at a quarter past noon, your mind is so far away he has to call you to let him in. 

“Hey, sorry.” You apologize, ushering him in and locking the door behind him. 

“I knew you wouldn’t be awake,” he grins, making himself right at home on your couch. “Is going live for thirty minutes really all it takes to make you catatonic the rest of the day?” 

You roll your eyes, swatting his shoulder as you sit down next to him. “Shut up, it’s not because of that. Well… not exactly.” 

Yeosang quirks an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on, then. What’s up?” 

You pull out your phone, ready to show him the evidence to back up what you’re about to say. The original email is still unchanged as you glance down at it, which is encouraging. Another reminder that you didn’t make this all up in your head. It didn’t happen in a dream, there’s hard evidence staring you in the face. 

Well, now or never. Out with it. 

“I, um… I got an offer to work with Choi San.” Your voice toes the line between excitement and cautious optimism. If anyone’s opinion matters to you at all, it’s Yeosang’s. 

Yeosang’s eyebrows raise at the name. “Like… the Choi San?”

“The Choi San, yes.” You nod, confirming it’s exactly who he’s thinking about. 

Handing your phone over to him, email ready to be read by a fresh pair of eyes, you watch his reactions closely. You find yourself biting the side of your thumb nail, a habit you keep thinking you’ve grown out of, only to be proven wrong in times like these. 

Yeosang’s face is serious as he reads it. You can tell he’s searching for any indication of this being a scam first and foremost before he digests the rest of it. Finding no blatant or well-hidden tricks, he pays more attention to the general message.       

“Are you gonna do it?” He asks, handing your phone back to you. His voice holds some reservation to it that you clearly pick up on. You take no offense, though. He’s just worried about you. It’s more… public than you’re used to. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, answering him honestly. “I’ve done my research on him and already sent them an email back saying that I was interested and wanted to know more, but… do you think I should?”

You truly value his opinion. Yeosang has been such a good friend to you for the past couple of years. The two of you had met in your second year of college and became fast friends. When you moved to the city, about a year after he did, he helped you find your first apartment, got you a job, and checked in on you to make sure you knew you had a friend here. He made everything easier. He still does.  

Yeosang shrugs, “Doesn’t matter what I think. If you feel confident about doing it, then go for it. If something is telling you to not do it, then don’t.”

He makes it sound so easy. Should it be? 

“Yeah, but… I value your opinion.” You mumble, not outwardly saying what you’re thinking. But he reads your mind anyway. 

“Y/N, it’s not gonna change my view of you if you decide to do this. If I had a problem with my best friend being a mattress actress, I would’ve told you a long time ago. Y’know… before I collabed with you.” 

At this, you can’t help but laugh, knowing he’s right. A pressure you didn’t realize was weighing on you is alleviated off your shoulders, making you feel lighter. He grins as you let out a small sigh of relief, glad that he eased some of your worries. Now, to tease you about it. As best friends do. 

“I’m just worried that you won’t survive the experience,” Yeosang says dramatically, covering his eyes with his arm and sneaking a smile your way. 

“Stop, what do you mean?” You push him, playfully. 

“You said you researched him, right?” 

You nod, wondering where he’s going with this. Is there something you’ve missed? You feel like you’re the only one left out of a well-known inside joke. You try to think back to the videos you’ve seen of him. Sure, you haven’t watched his whole filmography, but nevertheless, you’d like to believe you know roughly what to expect of him when the day comes. 

“Did you watch the ones he’s done for ‘Fantasy’?” Yeosang smirks. 

You blink, trying to remember if you did. To be totally honest, you weren’t really paying much attention to which company was posting the videos. Just that San was in them. 

“I don’t know… maybe?” 

Yeosang shakes his head, already seeming to know the answer. “You’d know if you did,” he says definitively. “If you wanna know what he’s really capable of, watch some of those.” 

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes, frustrated that no one will just tell you what they’re talking about. You only have one guess, that it may be due to the fact that you’ve only ever been with two guys before. They each taught you the basics, but everything you bring to your livestreams, you learned all on your own. And it’s not like you’re clueless when it comes to the different kinds of sexual encounters one can experience. You’ve watched porn before – hell, you do a type of it for a living. So why does everyone keep underestimating you? What does San possibly do to make everyone think you won’t survive him? 

A part of you kind of doesn’t want to know. You don’t need to give your creeping self-doubt any more ammo. It had taken you a long time to beat it far back enough in your mind for it to not invade every time you hit a little snag in life. A resurgence would make you question everything, make you back out of this quickly. You don’t want that. No, you’re determined even more so now to see this through. To prove everyone wrong. More importantly, though, to prove it to yourself. 

“Sounds like he sought you out though,” Yeosang says. His words almost make you jolt. Not only do they pull you out of another spiral, it reinforces something you were thinking in passing last night. Maybe you aren’t reading too much into it after all. “Kinda seems like this Hongjoong guy and San are fans of yours.” 

You hide your face in your hands and groan, making Yeosang laugh at your rare display of shyness. It’s frustratingly unclear to you why the idea of him watching your content makes your cheeks burn so much. You’re obviously comfortable with people seeing your body and earning a profit from it, but you like the anonymity of the people watching. You simply don’t want to know. Perhaps it’s because he’s about to not be a faceless viewer anymore. Rather, a colleague of sorts. 

Also, in a way, you tend to view cam’ing as more… intimate than porn. The sole focus of the audience is on you. No fake plot, no costar, no distractions. Just you, reading the chat, and existing and getting off in real time. 

“Sounds like it,” you agree. “I must’ve done something he likes to pique his interest.” 

Yeosang shrugs, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “Or he saw the collab and this is all just an elaborate ruse to get to me.” 

You’re grateful to relax enough to laugh again. “Oh, I bet.” You say, playing along. Though, part of you does wonder for a brief moment if San had watched the collab and that’s why he thought you’d be a good partner for his next project. It’s definitely plausible.    

“So,” Yeosang leans back against the couch, crossing his legs, “what do you have to do now?” 

Remembering the phone in your hand, you look down at it, visualizing that attachment Hongjoong sent you. Yet to be opened. “There’s a form I have to fill out, I think it’s some kind of consent form.” 

He nods, “Yeah, that’d make sense.” 

There’s a small silence between you that follows as he watches you stare down at your phone. You have the most recent email pulled up, analyzing it again. He watches you bite the inside of your cheek, a habit you have that comes up when you’re thinking a little too hard about something.  

“Do you want me to go through it with you?” He asks, though he thinks he knows what you’ll say. 

“No, I’ll do it myself. It’s gonna ask like… in depth questions,” you insinuate, almost shyly. 

Yeosang doesn’t press you on it, which you appreciate. But you know he’s probably thinking there’s not much he doesn’t know about you. After all, he was fingering you to high heaven in front of a camera only a week ago. Still, he doesn’t push your privacy or your boundaries. It’s one of the many things that makes you feel safe with him. 

Breezing past the subject, knowing you probably need to relieve some stress, he picks up one of the gaming controllers on your coffee table. 

“Rematch?” He asks, referring to a game of Mario Kart fairly won by you, though his opinion of the event is rather different. Something to do with you ‘innocently’ bumping into him, causing him to almost drop his controller, and giving you the lead in the race. His win streak is much cleaner than yours. 

“You’re on,” you agree, playfully narrowing your eyes at him as he scoots away from you on the couch. 

There’ll be no ‘accidents’ this time. But maybe you’ll think of something.  

· · ─────── ·☆· ─────── · ·

The rest of the day is light. 

Little by little, the weight of uncertainty you feel fades into the background, instead transforming into unserious frustration as Yeosang beats you in Mario Kart six times in a row. You win the seventh round, but you highly suspect he let you. He had several speed boosts and red shells that would just disappear from his screen the next time you looked, wondering when he would fire one of those shells at you. 

You order in, opting to stay inside and just be lazy today, and the two of you eat on the couch. When the sun eventually starts to set late in the afternoon, he takes a nap while you scroll on your phone, half-watching a K-Drama on your TV. Neither of you bring up San or the form still laying in wait in your inbox again. He wakes up around eight o’clock, yawning and stretching as he gets up to go home – he mentions that he promised his friend he’d go out with him tonight. Though he extends the offer, and part of you does want to go, you decide to be responsible and take the night to go through the form with a somewhat clearer mind than last night or this morning.   

Almost as soon as Yeosang leaves, you’re back in bed and pulling everything up on your laptop. The attached file on the most recent email takes just a second to load, bringing you to a Google Form sheet, ready to be completed. 

But first, you think about what he said about San. You want to know what everyone else already seems to. At least one video. Just for research purposes again. 

In another tab on incognito mode, you hesitantly type in the search for ‘choi san redfantasy’ and bite the inside of your cheek as the page loads. The typical ads pop up before you’re able to see any actual content, avoiding the scams and viruses with practiced ease. Trying to not overthink it, you just click on the first video that comes up. In fact, you barely look at the title. It’s in all caps, a bunch of buzzwords and tags jammed together to get as many eyes on it as possible, but his name is always put first. That’s the seller right there. Audiences are in the market for Choi San. 

There is no plot this time, at least none that you can discern. The lighting is darker, as well as the mood. There’s less build up, the action begins almost straight away after the company logo screen fades away. 

Your chest constricts at the very first shot. A rather pretty woman, on her knees in the middle of a room. Her bare knees dig into the plush carpet beneath her and she looks up at the man in front of her, tilting her head up with a firm hand in her hair. 

San. 

“...didn’t you?” You barely hear him say to her, and you quickly turn up the volume on your laptop, rewinding the video ten seconds to hear the full question. 

“You misbehaved today, didn't you?” He purrs, nodding once to give her permission to speak. 

“Yes, sir.” She replies, obediently. 

The hand in her hair is taken away, and yet she never takes her eyes off of him. You imagine that’s probably what she was instructed to do… but you’re starting to think a director wasn’t involved in this. Everything seems more intimate, less corporate. Like San just set up a camera in this expensive looking hotel room. A step above amateur porn. 

San stalks around her, humming to himself as if sizing her up. The camera cuts to a slightly different angle, farther away, and you only just now realize that her hands are tied behind her back. The multiple static angles all but confirm your theory: everything in this video is by San’s design. 

He then sits down on a rather large, black leather couch, facing her. The camera caresses his features, letting you see every detail of the tailored suit he’s wearing that fits him perfectly. The suit itself is probably more expensive than five of those couches. Wordlessly, he beckons her closer with two of his fingers. He almost looks bored. But you think bored is the wrong word… curious actually. Like he’s just taking his time, waiting for her to act first. His tempo is carefully curated and well-calculated. He reacts, even though he knows they’re both just enacting what this company wants to see. Like this isn’t just for the cameras. Every scene is serious to him, and yet it doesn’t come across as corny or too much. You wonder why he doesn’t go into acting. He seems more than able to convince people of real chemistry between himself and his co-star each and every time. And with a face card like his, you doubt he would’ve had many rejections. 

Then again, you imagine it’d be rather hard to make a smooth transition into becoming a serious and respected actor after being in adult films. 

She manages to make her way over to him, knelt in between his knees, waiting for further instruction. And he makes her wait. The camera cuts a couple of times, documenting the power dynamic from several angles. It’s evident a long time has passed because she keeps shifting her weight, knees never quite finding relief on the floor.   

A small whimper leaves her, and it earns her a sharp smack across the cheek. You gasp at the same time she does, not expecting that at all for an action so miniscule. In almost the same motion, San’s grip returns to her hair, pulling her closer to his clothed crotch. 

“Be actually useful for once, baby.” He says sweetly, like he’s praising instead of degrading her. “Earn it.” 

You can tell she’s holding back another whimper, trying to be good. San guides her further down, until her face is pressed into the front seam of his tailored pants, and holds her there until she realizes what he wants her to do. Rather pathetically, she mouths at his dick through the fabric. He’s not even hard yet. No, he fully expects her to do all the work for him, including getting him ready. 

While she’s… busy, he lazily takes off his watch, setting it aside and rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt to just above his elbows. You’ve seen him naked about a dozen times in these types of videos, and for some reason, this is what sends an uncontrollable shiver down your spine. Almost on sight, you feel how wet you’ve become, panties starting to cling to you. 

His face is stony, refusing to give away what he’s thinking. That’s privileged information. But the harder he gets, the more motivated she becomes, tilting her head to the side to attempt to wrap her lips around his length as best she can. And yet, he never says anything. No praise, no degradation. He lets her actions speak for themselves, lets it burrow into her mind on her own. Pathetic. She doesn’t bother looking up at him for reassurance anymore. He’s not giving her anything to work with. 

Abruptly, he yanks her back by the hair, just to see if she makes a noise. She does. Another sharp crack against her cheek makes you squeeze your thighs together. She takes three more slaps until he stops, his hands leave her entirely and one grips himself through his pants, sighing like he’s bored. Or rather, disappointed. From what you can discern from the print against his pants, he’s only half-hard. 

“You don’t want it that badly, do you?” He asks like he’s already decided her answer. 

Frantically, she shakes her head, denying his assumption. “No, no sir, I do want it. Please, I want it so–” 

Unfortunately for her, his mind is already made up. 

San rises from the couch, picking her up into his arms easily, like she weighed nothing. The camera cuts, now facing the bed, and San lays her down onto it. He then goes about tying her down to it, on all-fours. The girl’s face presses into the pillows, muffling any noise. San ties her ankles to the bedposts, leaving her spread open for him with no chance of closing herself off. Fully exposed, at his mercy. Or lack thereof. 

San then loosens his tie before wrapping it around her throat, fashioning it into a makeshift collar and leash. He tugs it once, testing its reliability. Satisfied, he lets it go for the time being, no doubt planning on using it later. For now, he stalks around the bed, admiring his work, and assessing the best way to deal with the girl tied up in front of him.

“Since you couldn’t wait and just had to touch yourself before you came to me, I’m gonna teach you some patience.” 

As if the last few times weren’t enough, an involuntary sound escapes from her lips. Soon enough, her ass is red and bruised, San’s hand quick to punish her for making noise. 

“Be quiet,” he reminds sternly, “or you get nothing.” 

That’s good motivation. Suddenly, you feel like you can’t make a single noise either. 

He disappears offscreen for a while, the camera cutting a few times to capture how the anticipation makes the girl very nervous and wet at the same time. Impatient, you skip ahead thirty seconds and San pops back into frame, holding something. 

There’s no warning, no telling her what it is. Only he and the audience (you) know. He holds the vibrator wand right up to her pussy, mere centimetres away and pauses. Her toes curl in an effort to stop the rest of her body from squirming. He waits for any minuscule movement. It’s when she cranes her neck, attempting to look back to see what he’s doing, that he turns it onto the highest setting and presses it against her clit in one swift motion. 

Poor thing gasps and screams at the intense, unexpected vibrations, earning her another brutal round of spanks. 

“Shhh,” he hushes her softly, “be quiet. Don’t move.” 

Your pulse stutters, eyes wider than they were before, and your hand starts to drift downwards, underneath your clothes, to find your clit. The relief is immediate, like scratching an itch. You work yourself up alongside her, trying to follow San’s instructions yourself. Breaths turning shallow, you press your lips together to keep from making any sounds. If you really wanted to immerse and challenge yourself, you’d grab your own vibrator from the drawer, but you can’t tear your gaze from the screen. You don’t want to miss anything, and you feel like pausing it would disrupt the experience. If this is potentially what’s in store for you, and she doesn’t get a break, you don’t get one either. 

Her fists tighten and grab at nothing, still bound behind her back. You can tell she’s losing the fight to follow through with his instructions. San notices this too. He moves the vibrator up and down, grinding the head of it harder on her clit before moving it away again. You have no idea how she’s managing to hold on. 

San hears it the same time you do, not a gasp or a noise per se, but a hitch of her breath, just audible enough to hear. At the same time, her legs begin to shake, out of her control to stop them from doing so. 

He takes the vibrator away, switching it off. 

Her toes curl again, burying her face deeper into the pillows to silence any sounds. Your hand stops dead, even though all you want to do is keep circling your clit. 

“See what I have to do?” He sighs, trailing the head of the vibrator down the back of her thighs. “If you just waited for me, I wouldn’t have to do this. I wouldn’t have to waste my time teaching you to be patient.”

Damn. Have you ever heard him talk to any of his scene partners like this? The San from the first video you watched as part of your ‘research’ seems a million miles away. A completely different person. 

Eventually, the vibrator is returned to her clit, humming at full power. You resume your own administrations as well. San kneads her ass with his free hand, eyes glued to her body, waiting for her to fuck up. Any excuse to take the pleasure away again. An excuse comes when she’s forced back onto the brink of an orgasm, and he switches the toy off again. But he keeps it pressed against her pussy. On instinct, her hips rock backwards, trying to chase the pleasure, and you can’t help but groan out of frustration as you take your hand away. This time, he doesn’t administer spanks to her ass, but right on her pussy. And she can’t help the high-pitched yelp that leaps from her throat. San spanks her pussy until she shuts up. You don’t realize you’ve stopped breathing until the uncomfortable pressure in your throat forces you to inhale deeply. 

The girl shudders after the last smack but doesn’t move or say a word. You’re both rooting for her and secretly hoping she’ll screw up again, just to see what he does. Also, you want to see if he’ll actually fuck her. 

Rather impatiently, you skip ahead a couple of minutes, needing to know if he’s the type to punish by leaving her empty the whole time. It takes only a second for the video to buffer and when it does, you see that he’s added another toy, keeping it pressed deep into her pussy, right up to the very base of it. The vibrator never leaves her clit. The skin of her ass is bright red and already bruising in some areas. It looks rather painful. She’s moaning but it’s muffled and barely audible – you can imagine San gagged her in some way to keep her quiet after failing over and over again. Possibly with his tie. He doesn’t move the toy at all, instead just forcing her to feel the thickness and weight of it buried deep inside of her, no doubt pressing right up against her g-spot. 

If he denies her again in this state, you’ll really be scared of him. 

And that, he does. 

This time, she wails through her gag, her whole body locking up and then quickly deflating in defeat. But the time in between denials is no longer merciful. San waits maybe ten seconds before starting again, placing the vibrator back where it belongs. 

God damn– you think, becoming wetter as your fingers find your clit again, your own pleasure building. The poor girl shrieks into the pillows, incoherently pleading with him to stop. Instead of listening to her cries, San taps the vibrator against her pussy, driving her – and you – even more crazy. 

“I’m doing you a favor,” he says flatly, not caring that she’s essentially begging for mercy. “You should be apologizing for making me waste my time to teach you basic manners.” 

Your mouth drops open at that. He’s so mean, and yet if you were in her position – which you may be soon – you’re pretty sure you’d start apologizing right away. But she can’t, at least not properly. Not with a gag in her mouth and her face half-pressed into the pillows. You imagine after being denied what must be nearing ten orgasms at this point, her mind is also going a bit blank. 

He presses the vibrator harder against her, making her back arch. “Tell me how sorry you are and maybe I’ll stop.” 

That grabs her attention. Muffled, garbled, and barely full sentences immediately tumble from her lips, on the off chance that he’ll take pity on her and stop this edging torture. Her body shudders violently, cutting off her voice entirely.  

Rather surprisingly, he does let up. Both toys disappear at once, and he watches her body collapse onto the bed, burning muscles unable to hold herself up any longer. But he doesn’t let the relief stay for long. His hand twists in her hair, yanking her upright until her back is against his chest. With the other, he rips the gag out – which was, in fact, his tie. 

“I’ll give you one chance to tell me the truth,” he mutters in her ear, his other hand lingering dangerously close to her sore mound. “Did you just cum without permission? Yes or no.” 

A sob tears itself from her throat, knowing that she’s been caught. 

San pulls her hair again, causing her to yelp again. “Answer me,” he hisses, “and don’t you dare lie to me.” 

“Y-yes, sir,” she whimpers, honest. 

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t let her go. He just makes her stay with that feeling of guilt, the shame of being caught, and the foreboding knowledge that he’s going to have to punish her again. With his free hand, he runs the pads of his fingers through her soaking wet folds, collecting the evidence for himself. To humiliate her even further, he shoves those fingers into her mouth, pressing on her tongue. She whines around them, which he rewards by shoving his fingers deeper, into her throat. Tears flow down her face and neck, already utterly fucked out and he hasn’t even touched her himself, really. He’s still fully clothed, for fuck’s sake. 

San sighs, thinking aloud, “What should I do with you, hm?” 

Busy choking and spluttering around the intrusion in her throat, she can’t answer him at all. He probably doesn’t want an answer, though. You have a feeling he knows exactly what he’s going to do with her. 

Once again, you’re proven correct when he lets her go and pulls his fingers out of her mouth. He watches her gasp for air and cough violently for a fleeting moment of relative peace before dragging her back towards the edge of the bed. 

“Fucking useless slut…” he mutters to himself, just audible enough for her to hear. “You wanna cum so bad? Fine.” 

A new toy is brought into frame, this one looking more daunting than the other two. You can tell it’s one of those two-for-one types, and your heart goes out to her. It slips inside of her easily, though it’s thicker than the previous dildo, all but confirming once again that she did cum without his permission. This time, there’s no mystery or question about what he’s going to do to her. She knows. The knowing is almost worse than the not-knowing. 

He switches it on without much ceremony. She does her best to not move or make a sound, but another orgasm builds rapidly. Too fast, too soon. 

For seven straight orgasms, he just watches her. He doesn’t even touch himself even though you can tell he’s hard beneath those tailored pants. Her pleas fall on deaf ears, like he’s not even in the room. You’ve barely managed to keep up with her, coaxing two weak orgasms from your own body with just your fingers and already feeling exhausted. Fuck, maybe everyone’s right… 

You tap the screen to see how much more of the video is left, and your eyebrows raise when you see there’s still ten more minutes. You decide to skim through, just curious if he ever does let her have his cock.

Spoiler alert: he does not. 

In reality, the only thing he changes is that he jerks himself off, getting off on her screams and pleas for him to turn the toy off, that she’s had enough. For the last two orgasms he forces her through, he adds his thumb to her clit, circling it mercilessly. 

“One more, come on. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To cum?” 

Through her tears and scratchy voice, she warbles, “W-want– wanted you t-to fuck me…” 

He only laughs at her, and it sends such a blow to your psyche. 

“Did you really think I would?” 

She screams again, mixing with her sobs and choked groans as the final orgasm rips through her worn-out body. The only act of kindness he gives her is removing the toy and kissing her back, in between her shoulder blades. 

He takes his time to untie her ankles from the bedposts, his hands smoothing over the skin where the rope had been. Wrecked and twitching, she curls into a ball on the bed, pussy sore and swollen. Knowing this, San drags her back down towards the foot of the bed, forcing her legs apart again. Her hands weakly try to push him away, but he ducks down, licking a near-fatal stripe up her folds, sucking harshly on her clit. Voice basically gone, her scream is broken and breathy. 

That’s a habit he has, you’ve noticed. Or maybe just a signature thing. No matter what, when he’s done with his scene partner, he gives their pussy one final lick. As if he’s sealing the deal. Something they’ll feel long after the cameras stop rolling, along with the ache of their inner walls. 

San chuckles, patting her inner thigh with his hand before pulling her onto the floor, back down onto her knees. He doesn't say anything more as he jerks off in front of her, aiming his cock right at her face. He lets her suck on it, much to your surprise, and he eventually comes. Some of it inside of her mouth, and the rest, he smears across her face. The final act of humiliation for her. 

You slam your laptop shut. 

Holy. Shit.       

· · ─────── ·☆· ─────── · ·

You come back to the forms after a cold shower and a half an hour long pacing session in your living room. 

With a somewhat clearer head, you decide to take it one question at a time. 

At first glance, you can’t help but feel like you’re filling out the forms you’d normally get in a doctor’s office. It covers everything. Height, weight, age, consent for Afterdark to inquire upon certain medical history to ensure the prevention of any diseases or illnesses, and payment information. On the next page, it goes deeper, and you almost want to take another lap before you dive in and check off any of the boxes. 

There’s a checklist of kinks, each one with a box to check if any are ‘hard no’s’ or ‘hard yesses’for you. You gotta hand it to Afterdark, they’re very thorough. At the very top, just above this checklist, you notice two more boxes simply labelled ‘Rough’ and ‘Gentle’. 

Ah. 

This must be the reason that every video with San feels different. Not just because of whatever context they provide in the beginning of the video, but he never exactly has the same go-to way of fucking every time. Except of course, that parting move he’s so accustomed to doing. With some women, he takes it very slow, gentle and caring with lots of praise, and with others, like the one you just watched, he is ruthless and mean, denying orgasms and spanking them until their skin turns an alarming shade of red. They’ve tailored their own experience with him. That makes you feel a bit better actually, gives you more of a sense of control. You’re not just walking into this with no say in what he does to you, nor will you be blindsided. Actually, you’ll have a pretty good idea, and no worries that he’ll do something you’re uncomfortable with. 

The empty boxes still taunt you. Which version of him do you want? 

After much consideration, you eventually let fate decide. You pick both options. Rough and gentle. Let’s see what he does with that. 

Moving on, forcing yourself to breathe slower, you continue down the list of kinks. Again, it’s very thorough, even asking for locations that you’d be okay filming in. You check off ‘hard no’ on most, if not all of the ‘bodily fluids’ section of the kink list. All except creampies, crying, and squirting. You wonder if he’ll be able to make you do that. If so, you don’t want to discourage him from it. You’re okay with toys, cunnilingus, fingers in your mouth, body worship, hair pulling, hickies, clothed sex, light bondage, the traffic light system, and spanking, just to name a few. You also mean to check off a hard ‘yes’ to aftercare. Aftercare is a non-negotiable for you. One of your exes never did that for you, and it’s been a dealbreaker ever since you got out of that relationship. You dislike feeling used after-the-fact. Discarded. It’s an ugly shock to your system, one that you’d like to avoid if possible. 

Double checking everything on this page, you go to the third and final page. 

In the top half, there’s an interactive calendar so you can input dates and times when you’re free to do the shoot. You’re pretty much free all the time, if you’re being honest. You just have a family wedding to go to in late August, two months from now. Though you’d rather do the shoot later in the day, not wanting to risk sleeping through it with your terrible sleep schedule. So, you mark every afternoon and evening as ‘available’. 

In the bottom half of the page, there’s just one last question, accompanied by a text box: ‘Tell us about yourself, and what we can do to better tailor this experience for you.’ 

You have to admit, you weren’t expecting this kind of question to come up. They want to know about you? Tailor this opportunity for you? 

Huh. 

Your mind goes blank at first. What could they possibly want to know? What are they actually looking for? There’s really no telling. 

Slowly, you type out a vague summary of where you grew up, why you started doing cam-shows, and that your favorite color is purple. When it comes to writing about how they can improve on this collaboration, your fingers hover over the keyboard. Stuck. You could just straight up not say anything, or just put ‘N/A’. But your inner professional tells you to answer it. You search yourself, wondering if there’s anything that would make you feel a little more comfortable while there. You assume they’ll provide a robe for you, or something to cover you up when you’re not filming, but you’ve also heard how ‘fucking cold’ porn sets are kept. Not exactly wanting to show up with a blanket from home, you decide that’ll be your one request. 

‘If it’s not too much to ask, I’d like a blanket while on set. Thank you! :)’ 

You double – triple – check each form page, making sure you didn’t accidentally check something off or type in your information wrong. After you confirm that everything is accurate and spelled correctly, you click on the ‘submit’ button. A ‘thank you’ screen pops up, and you quickly exit the tab, not wanting to think about it anymore. It’s out of your hands now. 

But speaking of the hands it’s now in, you have to set up a meeting time with this Kim Hongjoong guy.  

Right. Okay, onto the next step. 

In a new email, you type out all the dates and times you’re free – you may have made yourself sound busier than you actually are – and send it off to him. Glad to have everything done, you flop back against your pillows and groan. You replay all the images you’ve seen. All the things he’s done to multiple women. 

You wonder what on earth he’ll do with you. 

· · ─────── ·☆· ─────── · ·

It’s the next day that ends up being the meeting day. 

You opt for a virtual meeting, reasoning that it’ll probably be quicker and easier for both of you. From what it sounds like, being employed by Afterdark and Choi San keeps Hongjoong rather busy. 

You do your makeup and hair, wanting to look presentable. It’s the shirt that gives you a headache. You’re rather unsure how professional you should look. What does someone wear to a meeting like this? You look down at your chest, trying to mentally calculate how much of it is appropriate to show, and choosing a shirt based on that. Eventually, you just pick a nice triangle lace cami. Kim Hongjoong will just have to excuse the fact that it’s summer and hot in your apartment in the afternoons. You’ve been meaning to figure out how the air conditioning works. It’s hi-tech in a way that truly baffles you. You’ll get Yeosang to figure it out the next time he comes over. 

Moving your laptop into the kitchen for the natural light, you try to shake the nerves out of your hands as you walk around the kitchen island. You grab a cold water from the fridge and drink half of it before forcing yourself to sit down. The meeting is set for two-thirty, just a few minutes away. You kind of want to scream into the pillows on your couch. This will be the final stage until you actually go through with this whole collaboration. The last buffer until it happens. 

In the upper right hand corner, you see an email notification from Hongjoong, providing you with a link to a video chatroom. For a full sixty seconds, you pretend you haven’t seen it yet. But when that minute is up, and you have to be an adult, you take one more sip of water before clicking on the link and sneaking a glance at yourself in the reflection of your laptop as the camera loads. 

There’s a small boop sound from your laptop, signalling that the call has been connected and you brace yourself for a scam. Your hand hovers above the trackpad, ready to hit ‘end call’ at a moment’s notice. When his camera finally loads, you breathe a little easier. He’s in an office based on context clues of what you can see around him, and he’s rather handsome himself. That admittedly takes you aback. He has short, dark brown hair, round eyes, and a charming smile once he sees you on his screen. He pushes his glasses further up his sharp nose, and leans forward in his seat a little bit. 

“Miss Y/N! It’s so nice to talk with you today, how are you?” 

“I’m doing well, thank you. Are you the one I’ve been emailing?” You ask when he doesn’t introduce himself by name. You just want to clarify. 

He laughs to break any awkward tension, “Yes, that’s me. My apologies, I’m San’s agent, Kim Hongjoong.”

“Okay, good.” You smile back, shoulders relaxing a little more. His dress shirt makes you feel a bit… well, underdressed, but when you notice that the top two buttons are undone, it makes you feel a bit better. He’s clearly not going for ultra-professional right now either. Off camera, in your lap, you play with one of your rings, giving your nervous hands something to do. 

Unexpectedly, the first ten minutes are spent just making small-talk, especially after finding out you and him grew up around the same area. He asks you how you like the city, and you find yourself telling him about how much you love it, and that you never want to leave. Turns out he shares the same sentiment. It’s starting to feel less like a rigid job interview and more like a casual interaction. Nothing to be afraid of. You feel much more comfortable than you did ten minutes ago, that’s for sure. 

Hongjoong eventually looks over to the side, where his desktop computer is and starts clicking around, the light reflecting off of his glasses. And you realize that it’s time to actually start talking about the collab. You fix your earring for no real reason, just to give yourself something to do.  

“So, I’ve received the forms you completed – thank you for doing that, by the way – and I was wondering if you have any questions for me about them?” 

You pause before you answer. Now’s the time to ask, and with the right person, too. Humming to fill the silence, you think about a good question to ask first. 

Hongjoong picks up his phone when it starts vibrating incessantly, and looks at the screen for only a few seconds before placing it face down on his desk. Someone must be trying to get in touch with him, but he doesn’t bother with replying right now. You know it must be important, whatever it is, so you appreciate him keeping you the center of his attention right now. 

“I guess I’ve been wondering about… like… if I check off certain boxes will we do all of that? Or…?” 

Very eloquent. 

Luckily, he doesn’t seem to think anything of it. “Oh, no, no. Usually what happens is we take a look at it, figure out which ones would work best together and with you and San, and take it from there. It’s just to see what you’re comfortable with and to see which direction you want this collab to go.” 

That makes sense. And now that you think about it, what if someone puts a ‘hard yes’ next to something that San would check off as a ‘hard no’, obviously they wouldn’t do it. It’s a mutual agreement. They find the things that match between you two and take it from there. 

“Actually,” Hongjoong says with a small grin, still scrolling through the forms on his computer. “You two are pretty similar. It wasn’t hard to match up.” 

You hear it but your brain doesn’t process what it means yet. 

“Oh, really?” You say, not knowing how else to respond. 

Hongjoong just hums, nodding once. He pushes his glasses up again before turning back to you. 

“Regardless of that, though, I wanted to also let you know that if at any point during the shoot you feel uncomfortable and want to leave, you can, and you will be paid in full, no questions asked. Obviously though, if you leave before, or if you don’t show up at all, we can’t really do anything to pay you. We have this in place because we don’t want you to feel trapped once the scene starts. Does that make sense?” 

You nod quickly, “Yes, it does.” 

“Perfect,” he says. “So, with your schedule that you sent me, if you’re okay with it, we can set the date relatively soon. Is this coming Friday, at six o’clock alright?” 

Friday. As in… Friday, two days from now, Friday? Your mouth dries instantly. Two days from now. Is he not busy? You assumed this wouldn’t happen for a couple of weeks, at least. A delusional voice in your head tells you that maybe he cleared his schedule to be with you sooner rather than later. Oh, sure. Yeah, right.

Still, it baffles you. 

And yet you hear yourself say, “Friday’s good for me!” 

Well, now it has to be whether you’re ready or not. Your hands itch for your phone, needing to text Yeosang immediately, even though you know he’ll probably find your dilemma rather entertaining. You also need to book a waxing appointment and get your nails done ASAP. Maybe even a facial, too.

Fucking hell, Y/N, the things you get yourself into. 

Hongjoong lights up, quickly typing something on his keyboard, scrunching his nose once or twice to keep his glasses from moving down again. A few more clicks of his mouse, and it’s done. 

“Okay, perfect. I’ve got you booked for six o’clock this Friday. If you could email me where you’d like our driver to pick you up, that’d be great. Otherwise, do you have any other questions, comments, or concerns for me?” 

Your lips part. Driver? Someone from Afterdark is going to bring you to the set? Your right hand grips your phone, turning it over and preparing to call Yeosang as soon as you hang up with Hongjoong. 

Fuck, okay. Sure, why not? 

“Oh, um–” you suddenly remember one thing he hasn’t mentioned at all. “Is there a script? Like, do I need to know any lines before…?” 

Hongjoong answers right away, “Ah, this shoot will be unscripted. It’ll feel more natural that way.” 

More natural. Your heart feels like a brick in your chest. To be honest though, you’re really glad there is no script. However, a rubric would be helpful as well. You nod, acknowledging that information. So it really will be like the videos you watched. That’s the experience you’ll be getting. 

“Okay, cool,” you reply, desperately needing another drink of water for your dry mouth. “Thank you.” 

Hongjoong smiles politely. “No problem. Alright, well if everything sounds good, we’ll see you on Friday! Thank you for taking the time to speak with me today.”

We. 

Again, he’s probably just talking about the company, but Yeosang’s words from yesterday are stuck in your head. Your secret delusions and Yeosang’s smart mouth are never a good mix. 

“See you Friday! Thank you.” You reply politely, the very picture of calmness and professionalism.  

And once the call disconnects, you’re slamming your laptop shut and calling Yeosang to tell him everything.   

He picks up on the third ring, yawning and obviously not fully awake just yet. You forgot he went out with his friend last night. Still, it’s definitely time for him to be awake now. 

As expected, once you rattle off every detail of the call you were just on, Yeosang laughs his ass off. 

“Oh man,” he says with an audible sigh, “you’re fucked.”      

· · ─────── ·☆· ─────── · ·

Part of you wishes that the driver will somehow get hopelessly lost on the way to the set. 

You’re sure he’s been there multiple times before, but you pray for a random dose of amnesia anyway. It’s not that you’re second-guessing the decision – not at all – you just weren’t expecting the day to come so soon. It’s crazy how forty-eight hours now seems like no time at all. You shake out your hands as you step out of the car, and look up at the building. It’s rather unassuming, blending seamlessly into the numerous ones around it. Nothing about it screams that this is where adult films are produced. Not that you really expected it to. 

The driver parks with the hazards on, and gets out as well to let you into the building via a keycard. You thank him quietly as he holds the door open for you. He must’ve told you his name, but for the life of you, you cannot remember it. He points you in the direction of the elevators, and confirms that he’ll see you later to drive you home.

Then, you’re alone. He gets back into the car and drives it around the building, to an underground parking garage you assume.

You take a deep breath in the lobby, finding the elevators quickly and starting towards them. Hongjoong said the shoot is on the eighth floor, so you press the ‘8’ button once in the elevator car. 

As soon as the doors shut, the silence and gravity of what you’re there to do settles in immediately. You force yourself to take a deep breath, really dragging out how long you exhale to try and ease your heart rate. The second floor comes and goes, as does the third. But the higher you climb, the tighter your throat becomes. On floor five, you think of bailing. Past the sixth floor, already almost there, Yeosang’s custom text ringtone startles you. Glad to distract yourself, you immediately read the text.  

[yeoyeo🌻]: don’t let him intimidate you, you’re the one he wanted for this 

[yeoyeo🌻]: remember he’s literally just some guy and you’ll be fine 

[yeoyeo🌻]: you’re gonna be great :)    

You can’t help but smile, and you roll your shoulders back to stand taller. He’s right, as always. Choi San is many things, but at the end of the day, he is just a man. You have to view this as a very elaborate hookup rather than a career opportunity, just to calm your nervous system if anything else. 

When the elevator doors open on the eighth floor, someone is already waiting for you on the other side. 

Hongjoong. 

You don’t realize until this moment how relieved you are to see a somewhat familiar face. 

“Miss Y/N,” he greets, extending his hand out for you to shake, “it’s so nice to meet you in person.” 

You smile warmly, returning the greeting and hoping that your handshake is up to par. Before you have time to possibly overthink such a small thing, he asks if you need anything. 

“Oh, um…no, not at the moment, thank you.” 

“Of course,” he nods once. “If you do need something at any time, please let one of us know.” 

You assume that ‘one of us’ probably means the team of people you’re about to meet and be fucked in front of. Forcing another deep breath, you manage another easy smile and thank him again. 

He motions for you to follow him, and you have to look down at your feet to get them to move. You beg yourself inwardly to get a grip and soon. 

Hongjoong leads you down a long hallway, deeper into the Afterdark floorplan. You’re surprised by how nice it smells in here, like someone is burning incense somewhere. The walls are decorated with miscellaneous artworks and some awards, as well as headshots of the actors and actresses signed with them. At the end of the hallway, there are two huge double doors, and he pulls one of them open with ease, letting you walk into the gigantic room it reveals first. 

When you finally enter the large set, you can instantly feel the drastic temperature drop. Just as you had been led to believe, they must have turned down the thermostat in the room, making it several degrees colder than the early summer weather outside, and you rub your arms to try and warm them up. 

No more than five seconds after the two of you enter, Hongjoong is suddenly flanked by a young woman with a clipboard. A sticky note flutters as she keeps pace with you and him, and she mutters something to him that you can’t hear. 

“No, that’s alright,” he says quietly, “I think he’s good without her right now, but double check for me, please.” 

You keep your eyes on the floor, pretending that you didn’t hear anything, but your mind races. Who is ‘she’, you wonder? As quickly as she appeared, the assistant scurries off, past the camera and lighting crews, and over countless miscellaneous wires with practiced ease. 

While the two of you walk, you’re rather relieved that no one is staring at you as you go by. You’re just another actress to them, and right now, that’s okay with you. And luckily, the path Hongjoong is taking you on is relatively close to the perimeter of the set, so you’re not exactly the center of attention right now. A part of the wall juts out, making it look like a closet, but once he opens the door, you see it’s a dressing room. Complete with vanity lights, a full bathroom, and a brand new silk robe for you to wear on set, hanging up by the door. There’s also a small, plush couch up against the wall next to the vanity that you have a feeling you will be texting Yeosang on as soon as you’re left alone. 

“This is all yours for the day,” Hongjoong says, “someone will come around in a minute to help with hair and makeup, and then we’ll start.”

You nod, swallowing down as much of your anxiety as possible. 

“Will you, um–” you ask before you can stop yourself. Hongjoong pauses before he heads out, waiting expectantly for you to finish your question. “Are you gonna be on set the whole time?” 

His expression changes into something akin to surprise. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting you to ask anything about himself. He doesn’t answer straight away, taking a moment to try and understand why you’re asking that. You can almost see the professional within him piecing together a corporate response in real time.

“We try to limit how many people are in the room to those who are absolutely necessary. I usually stay close in case someone needs me. Why?” 

You wave your hand, trying to brush everything off. “No, I was just wondering. Nevermind. Thank you!” 

Hongjoong looks like he’s about to say something, but ultimately leaves you alone, gently closing the door behind him. 

As soon as it clicks shut, you’re moving to sit on the couch, ready to call Yeosang, but you stop yourself at the last minute. You’re acting crazy, you do realize that. And you have a sneaking suspicion he’ll tell you the exact same thing. 

Instead, to satiate your need to call him, you reread his last three texts of encouragement. 

Lock in. Remember who the hell you are. Now. 

You put on some ego-boosting music so you’re not just getting ready in silence, and quickly undress before hair and makeup arrive. Folded neatly on the vanity, is your outfit for the scene. A tight, cropped black lace cami, and a plaid mini skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. 

No panties anywhere in sight. No bra, either. Total and easy access. 

Your lower stomach starts to heat up, already envisioning how San might go about undressing you. From what you’ve seen, rarely does he let girls undress themselves. No, he wants to be the one to do it. Like he’s unwrapping a present, just for him.  

After you throw your hoodie onto the couch with the rest of your pile of clothes, you turn back to the vanity, noticing a small army of mini water bottles lined up and waiting for you if need be. You’re almost positive that if you look in the vanity drawer, you’ll find snacks as well. Maybe you can get used to this. But you’ll wait to give your final verdict after the job you came here to do is done. It’s best to wait. 

You’re only waiting for a minute or two before there’s a light knock on the door. Two women wearing face masks enter the dressing room, bowing to you and introducing themselves. You try to remember their names – Youngmi, you think is the makeup artist, and Rina, the hair stylist – but your brain is elsewhere, working double overtime to try to calm you down. Luckily, the Britney Spears song in the background is doing a lot of the heavy lifting. Youngmi and Rina are quick, and good at what they do. Rina makes you laugh by scrunching her nose and singing along to the song as she brushes through your hair. Youngmi only rolls her eyes at her colleague, but it’s all in good fun. 

By the time they’re done, you no longer feel like the scared outsider that doesn’t look the part. They made you even more beautiful. 

There she is, you think as you admire yourself in the mirror. 

You sigh in relief, feeling much more confident than before. And not only that, you feel ready. It’s not the easiest thing to turn your nervousness into excitement, but somehow, this time, you manage to do it. So many girls would kill to be in your shoes right now – or, in your skirt. You had kicked your shoes off next to the couch. 

You make sure to thank Youngmi and Rina before they bring you out, not knowing if you’ll have a chance once you’re on set. With one more spritz of your perfume that you brought with you from home, and a last minute decision to bring the robe out with you, you finally follow them out towards the set. Just mere feet from where you’ll be… ‘performing’. 

· · ─────── ·☆· ─────── · ·

As you’re walking and looking around, you start to wonder if San makes it a point to surround himself with equally beautiful people. Or maybe it’s a company requirement. 

Sure, maybe Hongjoong, Youngmi, and Rina are just coincidences, but even the camera and lighting crew are arguably just as pretty. Speaking of Hongjoong, you look around, noting that he isn’t anywhere to be found at the moment. He’s probably with his talent right now. 

When you’re introduced to the director, you almost say something about it. Everyone in this room is attractive. Conventionally, unconventionally, and everything in between. 

“Hello Ms. Y/L/N, I’m Choi Jongho, I’ll be directing you two today.” He introduces himself, bowing politely and shaking your hand. 

You bow your head and reply, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” 

He offers you a chair to sit in while everyone waits for San to come out, and you take it gratefully. You don’t know how long he’ll be. Youngmi and Rina excuse themselves, heading off in the other direction together, walking with purpose. You drape your robe across the back of it, unsure if you’re supposed to give it to someone or take it with you onto the set. 

“Would you like anything to drink, Ms. Y/L/N?” The director asks, noticing that you don’t have anything with you ready for any breaks. 

Director Choi only refers to you as “Ms. Y/L/N.” Very professional, cordial even. Makes you feel like more than an object his star is about to fuck on screen. You’re being treated with real respect, which is a pleasant surprise in comparison to what you had expected from the porn industry. 

You look around yourself, only just now realizing you didn’t take one of those mini water bottles from your dressing room like you originally planned. 

“A water, please–” you start to say. As soon as the last syllable of ‘water’ is spoken, an assistant hands you one. You didn’t even see him standing next to you, much less holding a bottle. Then again, you aren’t really paying attention to whether or not people are carrying water bottles or not right now. Damn.   

You try to warm up your arms by rubbing them, now that you’re virtually wearing next to nothing in this arctic-like room. Only a few moments later, a blanket is handed over to you wordlessly by another assistant, a quick bow following the action. You tilt your head down as a responding bow, shocked. You didn’t even have to say anything. 

Is this what San is used to? Everything given to him at once, on a silver platter with no questions asked? You imagine every single thing handed to him accompanied by hopeful, round eyes looking at him for his approval, only to be ignored or thanked by a small nod. You’re so used to doing everything yourself, this type of treatment makes you feel… stuck up – and every fiber of your being screams at you to make sure none of the staff think that of you. 

“San will be out in just a moment,” Director Choi says, but his heart isn't in it. He checks his watch and glances towards San's dressing room with nearly well-concealed impatience. It is rather late in the day, and you only just now think about the possibility that they may have been here since early morning. Maybe even shooting San with someone else. It’s entirely possible. You can imagine they all just want to get this last one done and go home. None of them would ever let that show, though. No, you have to admit everyone here is quite professional. 

Your hands absentmindedly twirl a strand of hair around your finger as you zone out. At least for now, you can zone out with a blanket wrapped around you. 

The air shifts just moments later.

It’s like a sudden pressure drop where everything goes still for only a second. That one second feels like a lifetime as you turn your head to see what’s going on. Though, in your heart you know exactly what it is without needing to look – it’s the arrival of the main attraction. 

From where you are, leaned back in your chair, you can’t see him too well. He’s surrounded by a team that moves with him like a clump of cells, or maybe in this case, like sheep in a herd. Finishing touchups by Youngmi and Rina, an assistant by his side carrying a medium-sized leather bag and holding his coffee cup when San hands it to him, and other miscellaneous characters that float around the star. Everyone wants to be near him in some way. 

Hongjoong stays at the back of it all, looking down at his phone as he walks. 

The team finally disperses one by one, revealing more of Choi San to your eyes. 

When San finally gets close enough to you, whatever air in your lungs is promptly sucker-punched out of you at the sight of his refreshing beauty. It’s even more pronounced in real life. You’re not entirely sure how to greet him, or what he’s used to. But you remember Yeosang’s encouragement again: He’s just a guy. Don’t let him intimidate you. You’re gonna be great. 

He’s just a guy. You’ve dealt with those before. It’s just that this guy in particular is crafted like an apology for creating men in the first place. And a couple of days ago, you were watching him make a girl cry on a bed that looks quite similar to the one on set right now. 

You stand up, smoothing down your skirt and standing still, hands clasped in front of you. 

“Hey Jongho, sorry we’re late,” Hongjoong calls over, pocketing his phone. He side-eyes San, who bows his head in apology as he walks.  

The director waves him off, clearly used to his tardiness and the apologies that follow. “It’s alright,” he says, “you’re actually earlier than we thought you’d be.”   

“We need to go over the rules with her,” San says once he’s close enough to you and the director, sounding tired. You wonder if he just woke up. He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt as he speaks, and catches you looking. You don’t see it when you quickly avert your eyes, but his whole demeanor changes. No longer lethargic, he becomes awake and alert at the sight of you. 

Director Choi nods and grabs a clipboard from his own director’s chair. You nervously roll your ankle, hearing it crack quietly in the interim.  

“Right, number one rule is consent. If at any time you want to stop, just say the word. No questions asked. Second rule is to keep all details of this shoot private, including any conversations with each other,” At this, Director Choi looks up at you. “Third rule is health and safety, but Hongjoong said you covered that with him, and when you sent in the form,” Again, his eyes flick up from the clipboard to glance at you. “Fourth is to be respectful at all times – there’s no room for ego here. And lastly, don’t look at the camera unless told to, otherwise keep the illusion.” 

You go over each rule in your head before you forget. Consent, confidentiality, feel safe, be respectful, and don’t look at the camera. Simple enough. You keep your chin up, and shoulders back. You force that annoying inner voice of self-doubt to mumble the lyrics of the Britney song from earlier. 

“Follow these, and we’ll have a great shoot day. We should be ready to go in just a few minutes.” Director Choi offers both of you a quick smile before he turns on his heel and walks towards the cameraman, getting everything finalized and ready to shoot. Your heart pounds underneath the robe. Hongjoong steps closer to San, muttering something to him before walking back towards the dressing room. 

You’re just about to walk over to the set to get used to it and be ready to go whenever they are, when San steps right in front of you, effectively blocking the way.  

Out of the blue, he crowds your personal space, and you have to really dig deep to make yourself stay put. Right where you stand. Don’t be intimidated. At the end of the day, you’re both here to do the same job, and both of you are successful in your own rights. He’s just a man, you remind yourself again. 

San towers over you, his shirt opened just enough for you to see his perfectly toned and tan chest right in your face. You keep eye contact, even though all you want to do is look away. It’s much easier to be confident and independent on your own turf, but here on his, it’s more of a challenge. Still, you stand your ground. You have to if he’s going to keep sizing you up. He has been since he walked out here.  

“You didn’t cum,” he says matter-of-factly. 

… 

Pardon? Did you hear him right? What an odd opening line to say to someone you’re meeting for the first time. 

Your lips part and eyebrows furrow, rather startled. “I’m sorry?” 

There’s no way you heard him correctly.  

“Your last liveshow,” he shrugs. “Am I right?” 

Well… yes, but– how did–? 

Is this how he starts all of his conversations? With a personal accusation? 

“That’s alright. We all do it sometimes,” he shrugs again. He leans down so his mouth is next to your ear and lowers his voice. “You’re not gonna fake it with me, though,” he says, and the terrifying thing is that he sounds genuine. It’s not unfounded cockiness or meaningless bravado. He means what he says in all seriousness. He says it like you shouldn’t worry about it. Like it’s a promise. 

And you exhibit monumental self-control to not clench your thighs together at this moment. 

Your mind races at a million miles a minute. That, you didn’t expect. Isn’t that all that porn is? Fake, overblown orgasms for the girls and endless, guaranteed pleasure regardless for the men? You’re starting to think that this may not be the case with him. You think about the videos you watched as part of your ‘research’, and a bolt of electricity zips up your spine. You never doubted that he made his costars feel good, but you know full well that a lot of porn actresses pretend that they’ve cum with their scene partner. But with him, now you know: all of the girls weren’t acting. In fact, you really doubt that they needed to fake just how good he made them feel. The last video you watched of him comes back to mind… you wonder if he’ll make you scream like that too.

Unsure of how to respond to that, you just take a small step backwards to put some distance between you two. Room to think and process if possible. But he’s relentless, and he seems to like getting up in people’s space. A mischievous glint in his eye tells you that he’s enjoying this particular encounter especially. He’s definitely the type of guy that finds it fun to make girls flustered or nervous. 

You swallow hard. 

“You sound rather confident,” you note, still trying your best to hold eye contact with him. To not back down or seem weak. You’re sure it’s not working. You just refuse to melt all over him, or suck up to him. Especially not when he’s the one who asked you here.  

Surprisingly, he smirks. “Shouldn’t I be? I’ve done my research, I know you probably have done yours as well.” 

So you were right. Yeosang, too. San has seen your content before. And not only has he seen your previous works, he was right there with you, watching your last live. Your speculation sounds a lot like confirmation now. 

“Does that make you nervous, kitten?” He whispers, tilting his head slightly to the side like he’s about to kiss you. He could if he just leaned forward a couple more inches. 

A little, you admit to yourself. Your heart hammers against your chest like it’s trying to push you forward, to get closer to him. At this proximity, you can easily smell his cologne and dammit, somehow it makes him even more attractive. You’re almost getting annoyed with him now. Surely there should be at least one flaw to him, something that makes him human like the rest of the world. 

“No,” you lie, “I’m fine.” Arms crossed. Eyes up. 

San laughs lightly, and his smile instantly becomes the most attractive thing about him so far, even if it’s at your own expense. 

“If you say so,” he shrugs again. 

He doesn’t move away from you, though. Not right away. His gaze lingers on your lips for a fleeting moment, which gives you just enough time to come up with a question of your own. 

“So, you’re a fan of mine?” 

At that, he pauses. But, he doesn’t shy away from it. 

“Yeah,” he says, owning up to it immediately. He straightens back up as you nod, taking in the information. “Have been for a while now. I saw that other collab you did with that guy, it was really fuckin’ hot.” 

You make a mental note to let Yeosang know he was right about that, as well. To be honest, you weren’t expecting the compliment.  

“I’m– glad you liked it,” you say, clearing your throat in the middle of the sentence. You’re doing pretty well on the outside despite your nervousness beginning to rise again on the inside. San studies you once more, like he’s searching for something on you that only he can see. You step back again and turn your face away from him as you take a sip from your water bottle, taking your time to screw the cap back on. 

“Mm… you’re even prettier in real life,” he says, so casually it almost doesn’t register. 

You nearly swallow wrong, just barely avoiding choking on the small amount of water still left in your mouth. Luckily, Director Choi calls over to you two to start making your way onto set. 

The final few minutes begin to tick down.  

You don’t attempt to hide the deep breath you take, but you do try to not make it very noticeable. Placing the water bottle onto the chair you were just in, you clear your throat again. 

“Any final advice or warnings for me before we start?” You ask, keeping your voice casual and light. It’s a subtle dig to him, but you mean no malice behind the words. Fortunately, he picks up on it. 

“Oh, tons,” he grins, keeping pace with you onto the set. It’s almost easy to forget the cameras.  

You steal a glance at him as you walk, the floor bitterly cold beneath your feet. With each step the bed gets closer and closer. Now finally getting a chance to see the set in detail, you’re pretty impressed. It’s a pretty realistic bedroom setting, complete with shelves decorated with trinkets and records, but vague enough to have no specific personality. Nobody’s going to be admiring the set design when they watch this. Still, you appreciate the effort made by the production team to make it feel real. 

The lights facing you are blinding and you wince when you accidentally look right into one. Good incentive to not look that way, you suppose. 

San sits on the edge of the bed. “You get used to it,” he says, nodding towards the lights. 

You nod as well, placing a hand above your heart, willing it to stop racing. 

Noticing this, San takes your hand and guides you to sit down next to him. You do feel a bit better now that you’re sitting. You keep your eyes down to avoid burning your retinas, and turn your head slightly towards him. He shifts a little closer, positioning his body so he’s facing you. 

“Nervous?” He asks rhetorically, knowing full well that you are. He’s still holding your hand, playing with each of your fingers one by one. 

“Obvious?” You reply, managing to laugh at yourself, despite your nerves. 

San grins, his eyes turning into crescents, and that dimple in his cheek reappearing. “Only a little bit. But, I’ve seen worse.” 

You hum in response. Being reminded of his experience, leaps and bounds ahead of yours, does nothing to help your anxiety. You just hope you can live up to the fantasy version of your own self. That’s the version of you he invited. 

Where’s Britney when you need her?  

You push your hair back, a minute attempt to self-soothe in some way. You only realize halfway through the action that Rina probably just clutched her pearls somewhere past the lights, cursing you for messing up her work. Oh, well. According to what you’ve seen and the information you’ve gathered, your hair’s gonna be plenty messed up anyway. 

The room is starting to become a lot less crowded. Just like Hongjoong had said, only the essential people stay on set to make sure everything goes smoothly and safely. Everyone else becomes fading background noise, filtering out into the hallway you first came in from. 

But less distractions means you notice the man right next to you even more. 

You can feel San’s eyes on you. 

It’s not an uncomfortable feeling, quite the opposite actually. The weight of it is light, soft around the edges as he appreciates how he managed to practically will you onto this set with him. You’d been sure you may be insecure around him because of his almost unnatural beauty, but… actually, having his eyes on you right now makes you a bit more confident. He’s not looking at anyone else but you. Not just looking, but admiring. 

His gaze drifts down, greedily drinking in the sight of your collarbone and legs – the only skin you’re revealing at the moment. If the crew would just hurry up, he’ll be able to see more. 

Fortunately, he’s never been one to wait to get what he wants. Especially not in this industry. And right now, he wants you. 

“I meant it, by the way,” he says quietly, “you’re beautiful.” 

Without any water to choke on, or an interruption from the director, you simply look up at him, finally meeting his eyes. There’s no trace of irony anywhere. Not in what he said, and not hidden somewhere within his features. The genuinity, and the doubling-down of the compliment takes you aback. 

“Thank you… you’re quite beautiful yourself.” You compliment him back, shifting how you’re sitting to face him as well. 

By now, your knee is touching his. Even this small amount of contact between you makes your shoulders tense again. You’re not sure why, but you just want to melt into him already. Perhaps due to the undeniable attraction you feel towards him. 

Maybe it’s the insane sexual tension between you both, that very well could be the root cause as well. 

You remember how real his scenes look… this must be how the chemistry is kindled. Starting before the cameras capture anything, it makes it all seem less like a show. And you know what? Until the director yells ‘cut’, you’re more than willing to match that energy.

His hand moves from yours to rest on your thigh, slowly, like he’s silently asking for permission to continue. When you don’t flinch or push him away, he hikes up your skirt just an inch or two higher, exposing more of your skin. The light ghost of his touch makes you freeze in place. It’s already dizzying enough to have him in such close proximity, and now adding in the electricity of his touch, it’s a whole other level. And this, you assume, is just the warmup. Getting you used to the feeling of his hands on you. It’s nice that it doesn’t feel wrong. 

The lighting crew dims one of the lights and one of them loudly asks the director if it looks good on camera. Distracted, you turn back to look their way again, but San gently cups your face with his hand, making you face him instead. 

He hums, looking down between your still-clothed bodies. His other hand dips under the hem of your skirt, and your breath hitches. Worrying too much about the crew still, you look back to see if this is alright to do before the cameras start rolling. 

“Don’t look at the camera, kitten,” San purrs, “I believe that was rule number five.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you mumble without any real bite to your words. 

That smile of his returns, and the energy between you becomes even more charged. The moment right before someone gives in after holding back for too long. 

San never looks anywhere else, entirely focused on you. It doesn't matter to him that there’s about twenty people still in the same room, all witnessing this ‘warm-up’ unfold. It barely fazes him. He’s experienced in this setting, way more used to it than you are. You just have to roll with it. 

His hand on your face drops back down to the mattress as his wrist turns, and you inhale sharply when he lightly drags his fingers through your wet folds. He hums again, clearly satisfied. 

“What’s got you this wet already, kitten?” 

Your lips part to answer, but he finds your clit before you can speak. This time, you gasp quietly before you can stop yourself. Once again, you glance over at the crew, wondering if anyone is watching the two of you. You can’t see very well because of the lights and the various equipment in the way, but several of the crew and team are. 

San smirks, pressing the pads of his fingers harder against your clit. “You like the attention?” He asks, following your gaze. “It’s different from your little camshow isn’t it? Now the audience is only a few feet away…” 

His fingers begin to move in small circles, occasionally dipping further down to collect your wetness before bringing it back up to your clit. 

“San–” you breathe, catching his wrist in a semi-firm grip. Not to move it away, but just to hold onto something. Jesus, the shoot hasn’t even officially started yet, but you’re about to beg them to hurry up so it can. 

San just moves closer to you, his eyes greedily drinking in your cute expression. His voice is quieter, so only you can hear him. “Already thought about all the ways I’m gonna make this pretty cunt cum for me. ‘M gonna make you feel so good.” 

Another promise. 

A shiver runs down your spine, and that’s the moment the crew decides that they’re ready to shoot. 

San pulls away like nothing happened, even smoothing down your skirt for you. You force yourself to breathe through your nose, steadying your pulse. You quickly look down, checking to see if your top is still on straight.  

Director Choi walks up to you both for final notes. “Alright, no script so we’re mostly gonna follow your lead, just let us know when one of you needs a quick break. All three cameras are going to be rolling, and one handheld. You remember all the rules?” He looks over to you. 

You nod quickly, unable to meet his eye right now. The back of your hand lifts to your cheek to check how hot it’s gotten – as if you need additional confirmation. You hope you didn’t smudge your makeup or wipe some of it off by accident, but you imagine that if it shows up on camera, they’ll stop to fix it. 

“Okay, then we’re ready to go.” 

San thanks him as he walks off, turning his attention back onto you. Your gaze has dropped down to your lap, breaths kind of erratic from the little show you and him just put on, and from nerves. But you manage to pull yourself together, externally at least. All you really have to do now is look pretty for the camera. You can do that. Except for the live audience, this isn’t much different to a camshow, really. 

And aren’t you here for your fans anyway? Sure, you also wanted the opportunity and experience, but it’s also for your fans. The ones who supported you enough to even get noticed by Afterdark and San in the first place. You imagine they’ll make up at least half of the view count whenever this video drops. You’re performing for them. Not for the strangers in the room. 

Once that clicks for you, all your anxiety melts away, freeing you to finally just… enjoy this. Why not? You deserve it. 

Plus, you’re quite eager to pick up right where you and San left off just moments ago – and it seems that San is too. 

His gaze becomes heavier, darker as he shifts into his on-screen persona. 

“C’mere, kitten, want you on my lap to start.” He says, moving back on the bed a little more and gently pulling you towards him. 

You straddle his legs, slow to sit down fully. Now slightly above and closer than before, you can’t look anywhere else but at him. His hands slowly trail up your thighs again, watching you the whole time. You stop breathing when his fingertips tease the hem of your skirt again. He can probably feel through those dress pants he’s in how wet you are. Equally though, you can feel how hard he’s getting. 

Subtly, you grind your hips down onto him. The immediate pleasure of the friction against your bare pussy makes your eyes roll back. One of his hands sneaks to your hip, gripping it tightly, and you meet his eyes again. 

“It’s just you and me,” he says quietly, breath fanning across your cheek. 

You nod, eyes fluttering closed again as you grind into him once more. “Okay…” 

Through your pleasurable hazy fog, you faintly hear someone yell, ‘Action!’. 

And San stops holding back. 

The hand on your hip pushes you back and pulls you in, encouraging you to keep grinding on him – and to not stop anytime soon. His other hand moves to your hair, keeping your face close to his as he finally kisses you. His lips are pleasantly soft, and he tastes like peppermint. You hope you do too, you probably brushed your teeth at least four times before the driver showed up outside your apartment building. San seems to have no complaints as he moans quietly, his hand tightens in your hair. 

Your whole body feels electric, every touch amplified by a thousand. He makes out with you slow and deep, savouring the taste of you, and groans into your mouth with each roll of your hips. 

San tilts your chin up to kiss your neck, hiding his face from the camera. “Never answered my question,” he whispers, barely audible so his voice doesn’t get picked up by any of the overhead microphones. 

You disguise your response as a moan, “Hm?” 

He licks a small stripe up your neck, right up to your ear and looks down between you. You follow his gaze, only to find a wet patch staining his pants already. 

Ah. 

His question from mere minutes ago: What’s got you this wet already? 

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, a bit louder. It’s alright if the microphones pick that up. “Wonder why…” 

It’s the knowing smirk that does it. You move to undress him first, intriguing him. He didn’t expect you to be so bold right out of the gate. But, you have an on-screen persona of your own. Now both of your characters are out to play. 

In your dwindling patience, you come close to just ripping the shirt off when you fumble with one of the buttons. San finds your lips again as you push the offending fabric off of him, eager to explore his newly exposed body. But you’re next. 

Both of his hands lift up your shirt until it comes off over your head, forcing you two to break apart for a moment. Neither of you wait to make up for that lost time. You drape your arms around his shoulders, one of your hands lightly tugging at the roots of his hair. At first, your whole body erupts in goosebumps from the cold air now hitting your upper body as well, and not just your arms, but you can’t blame your reaction entirely on the temperature. 

San must notice how your shoulders hunch a little and how you press further into him, because he is quick to warm you up. 

One arm around your waist, he pulls you closer, chests touching. The first brush of your peaked nipples against his skin makes you gasp into his mouth. He nips at your bottom lip, distracting you while his hand moves from the back of your head, down to one of your breasts. His thumb flicks over the sensitive bud there and you have to duck your head down to catch your breath for a second. You grind down onto him again, adding to your arousal tenfold. 

Refusing to prolong this any longer, San suddenly flips you onto the bed, underneath him. His hand returns between your legs, fingers shallowly dipping into your entrance and circling your clit. He keeps just out of your reach, his lips so frustratingly close to yours. You glance down to watch him. The visual of his hand disappearing underneath your skirt, the veins in his arm beginning to rise and pop, and the heat of his body against yours is all starting to add up. 

You tug at your own skirt, looking up at him with doe eyes. He nods twice, understanding. In no time at all, your skirt is unzipped and pulled down your legs, discarded somewhere onto the floor. 

Now fully exposed, San pauses. 

The tempo of the scene slows abruptly as he takes his time to look at your body, laying so prettily beneath him. He looks at your body like he’s deciding where to start first, with too many enticing options. You drag your hands down his chest, lightly scratching him and making him shiver in the process. This, you realize, is how he makes every scene feel legit. He takes his time to admire his partner, make them feel admired and wanted. You have to admit, it does work its magic. Not just for the audience, but for you as well. 

He catches both of your wrists, bringing your hands together to kiss them both before guiding them down above your head. 

“Keep them here,” he murmurs, kissing you once more. 

You barely have time to enjoy or savor the taste of him again before he moves to kiss your neck. Eyes closing, you sigh into the feeling, wanting to commit this to memory. He doesn’t stay in one place for long, moving down to kiss your chest next. Soft, wet warmth once again wraps around your nipple and you arch your back to try and get more of it. You twist your hands in the sheets above you, keeping them anchored there just like he instructed. 

San then moves further down, ghosting his lips past your stomach. You part your legs to accommodate him, and he kneels on the floor, gently pushing your legs further apart. He drags this out, just to torture you, you think. His intentions and what he’s about to do are clear, but he’s a professional at driving his partners crazy. The kisses turn to licks, right next to your labia. So tantalizingly close. 

If your eyes were open, you’d see that he’s been watching you the entire time, trying to pace himself as best he can. You’re actually lucky there’s a job to do here because if it was just the two of you alone, he doesn’t think he’d be holding himself back from just taking what he wants. 

To him, this is all just a chance for him to prove himself to you. To him, you’re the star. And he’s going to make sure you leave this set more than satisfied. Wanting for nothing. 

But he’s not going to start until you beg him to. 

His breath fans across your wet lower lips and your hands find his hair again, trying to push his mouth where you need him. You hear him laugh, exhaling through his nose before moving your hands away. 

“Thought I told you to keep your hands up there, kitten,” he reminds you, with a slight warning edge to his voice. 

Oh, shit, you realize all too late. The last video flashes through your mind, and he feels you tense up. He kisses your hipbone to calm you down. 

“Be a good girl and keep them above your head,” he repeats his previous order. 

You nod quickly, “I’m sorry–” but he cuts you off by licking a thick wet stripe through your folds. Your breath hitches, and your hands stay cemented to the sheets, to hold on for dear life. 

When he repeats the action, the tip of his tongue flicks at your clit, making you see stars already. 

“Oh my god…” you moan, eyes fluttering shut again. 

Your hands itch to move back down to his hair, wanting to pull him closer and to push him away. You want to touch him again, but the fear of him reenacting the ‘Fantasy’ video keeps you frozen. 

As expected, his mouth is just as perfect as the rest of him. The softness of his lips against your core only stokes the dull heat in your lower stomach. He alternates between focusing more on your clit, and dipping his tongue into your entrance. The most addicting part is that he’s moaning while he eats you out, like the taste of you is getting him off. You hope he lets you return the favor. 

He readjusts his hands on your thighs when they threaten to close around his head, opting to push them back towards your chest. Your toes curl as he sucks your clit hard, and you can’t help the high-pitched sound that escapes your mouth. He does it again, and again, getting you louder each time. 

“Look at me, baby,” he breathes, his nose brushing up against your sensitive clit as he speaks. 

You whimper as you lift your head up, resting on your elbows to not strain your neck. He meets your eyes for just a second before shoving his tongue into your hole, rubbing his nose against your clit again. You cry out, throwing your head back as the pleasure increases and squirm in his strong grip. Legs shaking and breath uneven, it’s clear that you’re close. Now you’ll get to see what he has planned for you. The two boxes you checked off, ‘Rough’, and ‘Gentle’ come back to haunt you. 

A moan cuts you off as you try to warn him that you’re close, but he can tell without needing to hear you say it. He’s been the cause of enough female orgasms to see the warning signs of one approaching. Two of his fingers suddenly dip into you as he sucks on your clit, hooking deep inside and prodding your g-spot over and over again. 

His voice is rough and gravelly against your pussy, “Cum for me, baby. Wanna taste it.” 

A bolt of electricity runs through you as you cum, shaking and moaning while it gradually subsides. The heat in your lower stomach cools off but stays simmering now, waiting to be rekindled again. You whimper, raising your head back up to look at him. He’s in his own world between your legs, gently licking your pussy and your inner thighs clean. Your core clenches around his fingers when he slowly starts to drag them out, and he smirks. He lowers your legs back down, kissing your knee and doing a quick check to make sure you’re okay to continue. 

You answer that check by sitting up and pulling him towards you, kissing him even more hungrily than before. He hasn’t even wiped his mouth yet, but you don’t care. Without breaking the kiss, he follows you back down onto the bed, sucking on your tongue and wrapping a hand around your throat. Not tight enough to restrict airflow, but just enough to make your head feel light. He grinds his still-clothed erection into you, and the friction makes your head spin. You don’t know if you’re allowed to move your hands or not, but you just want to touch him so badly. You want to grip his length, make him feel just as good, taste him too. 

For now, you just roll your hips up into his, moaning into his mouth. 

“Want it…want you,” you mumble, parting from his lips for just a second to tell him that. 

San hums, lazily kissing your jaw. “What do you want, kitten? Be specific.” 

You groan inwardly, but you know he has to prolong this a little. Damn… for a while, you forgot about the reason you’re currently underneath him. You sneak a glance over to your left, seeing where the set ceiling abruptly stops and opens up to the industrial interior of the Afterdark building. He notices your focus straying, and he’s quick to act. 

“Tell me,” San redirects you, blocking your view by kissing the left side of your neck and distracting you from everything else by keeping his hard-on pressed right up against your bare pussy. His voice is firmer. A small warning and reminder of rule number five. 

You take a deep breath before you voice what you want, “Wanna suck your cock… please, sir.” 

It’s the ‘sir’ that nearly kills him. You really have done your research, haven’t you? You know that’s what he likes to be called, especially when his scene partners are feeling extra submissive to him. Are you feeling that way already? Maybe you just really want to do this for him. San studies you for a second, confirming the latter. He can see how much you actually mean it by the way you look up at him, pleading with your eyes. 

And who is he to deny you? Especially when you ask so nicely. Plus, he’s been wanting to feel your mouth wrap around his cock since he watched your livestream. 

“Yeah?” He asks, biting the space where your neck meets your shoulder and pressing up against you again. 

You give him your best doe-eyed look, really tapping into your innocent act. “Yes, sir.” 

San helps you sit upright again and stands at the foot of the bed, starting to undo his belt. Wanting to be an active participant, you lean forward, dragging your lips down and across his abs, occasionally licking at his soft, honeyed skin. His belt hits the floor, and your hands are quick to do the rest. It’s a little hard to get the zipper down, but you manage it, successfully removing his pants. You’re just about to deal with his underwear next, but he grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him. You stumble a little as you find your footing on the floor, and let him lead you over to a chair against the set wall. It’s a better angle for the cameras, you assume. For him, he just wants to watch you do this properly. He wants nothing to obstruct his view, or the camera’s. 

San pushes his hair back as you drag the final piece of clothing away from his body. You avert your eyes until the very last second, tossing the garment off to the side to join the sad little pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Now you take your time, pressing a kiss to his knee, slowly rising up onto yours the further up you move. You hear his breath shift, and you finally glance up to face his cock. 

Somehow, it’s bigger than it looks on camera. 

You have no idea how that’s possible – you know about the fish eye lenses and tricks the porn industry will use to make someone’s dick look bigger than it is, but right now, you’re presented with the exact opposite. It’s larger in real life. This, you were not expecting, but it is such a pleasant and welcome surprise. And of course, it’s just as pretty as the rest of him.  

Both of these things combined only make you want to put your mouth on it even more. 

When you delicately wrap your hand around it, he hisses at the long-awaited contact. A hand tangles into your hair, not pulling you towards him, just resting there for now. San leans back against the chair, his toned body a feast for the cameras and for you. You remind yourself not to rush, and to savor this. 

Wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, you tease him a little by ghosting your lips up his length, watching him shiver and bite his lip. You kiss the tip, and linger there for a second, acting like you’re about to put him in your mouth, only to move away, kissing his hipbone next and stroking him with your hand. 

His grip tightens in your hair. Knowing he wants you to hurry up, you let go of him for a moment to spit in your hand before quickly returning to it. He groans a bit louder, head falling back a little as you gently twist your wrist, squeezing at the base of his cock. 

Finally, you lick him from the base to the head before wrapping your lips around him. His other hand balls up into a fist, but that’s the only reaction he gives away for now. You relax your jaw as much as you can, trying to accommodate his size before sinking down lower. You can taste his pre-cum in the back of your throat, coating your tongue. 

If you were annoyed with his apparent perfection before, you’re pissed now. How does he also taste good too? 

As if to get back at him somehow, you wrap your lips tighter around his cock and suck hard, which earns you a choked moan from him. You hum around him, amused and pleased with yourself. His hand shakes slightly as he pushes your hair back, the other one in your hair starting to guide you even further down. The tip hits the back of your throat and you gag on it, forcing yourself to relax and remember to breathe through your nose. 

“Fuck, baby…so good,” He groans, starting to struggle to keep his eyes open. 

The visual of you choking on his cock is better than he could’ve ever imagined it to be. You don’t try to fight against him when he pushes you down or pulls you back up, simply letting him use your throat as he wishes. Even though you’re gagging and your eyes are watering, you don’t try to pull off. Not even when he shoves you down, making you fit his entire length into your throat, and holds you there for ten seconds. The longest ten seconds of your life. Your nails dig into your thighs, creating angry red crescent-shaped indents in your skin. His cock twitches in your throat and you whimper, keeping your gag reflex at bay. When the ten seconds are up, he lets you pull off of him completely to catch your breath. 

You cough into your shoulder, one of your hands wrapping around him again to make sure he still feels good. San can't help but praise you, leaning down to kiss your forehead, cupping your face with his hand to make you look at him. It’s a subtle check-in moment. Nothing between you is said out loud, but he searches your face for any signs of discomfort or stress of any kind. He’s rather relieved to find none, only your glossy eyes staring back at him, lips parted and breath heavier than before. Ready to go again or continue on. 

Whatever he wants. 

San shivers as you gently twist your wrist again, returning your lips to the head of his dick, kitten-licking the pre-cum that still leaks out there. You hope he’ll cum in your mouth. A rare hope, as you’ve never quite enjoyed the taste of it before, but with his track record so far, you’re willing to bet you’ll enjoy it this time. To encourage this dream to happen, you spit onto the head of his cock twice, collecting some of it with your hand already around his length, and the rest with your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. 

You hear soft footsteps behind you, and naturally, your first instinct is to whip around to see who it is. Luckily, your conscience kicks in, reminding you of where you are, and you’re able to stop yourself before you can even move an inch. It’s probably one of the crew leaving the set, you figure. But it sounds close by. 

As if to prove you right, soon there’s a figure or a shadow looming just out of your peripheral vision on your left, holding something. To combat every urge within you to turn around, you close your eyes and steal another kiss from San, who lazily kisses you back. He doesn’t seem to mind that your lips are covered in spit and pre-cum. Not one bit. His groans have increased the more you stroke his cock, one of his hands grips the arm of the chair in an attempt to ground himself. Harder, faster, your wrist begins to burn from exertion, but determination keeps it going. You’ll get a damn brace if you need to. 

“God–” he grunts, looking down at your hand. 

“Want you to cum too,” you say, looking up at him, almost pleading. 

San’s eyes squeeze shut for just a moment, a full body shudder wracking through him before he is able to compose himself again. 

“And where do you want me to cum, kitten?” He asks, his volume raising slightly, caressing your cheek. 

“In my mouth, sir.” You reply, also loud enough for the microphones to pick up. 

He all but shoves you down. You barely have time to make sure your teeth aren’t grazing his dick with every bob of your head as his hand returns to your hair, guiding your movements once again. This time, with just a fraction less of his notorious self control. You’re able to keep up easily, sucking harder whenever you’re closer to the head of it, and using your tongue as much as you can. 

San swears under his breath, hissing at your previously unknown skill level. It takes every ounce of composure to not fuck your throat the way he wants to. He’d be so mean to you if you’d let him. He wouldn’t have kept himself down your throat for ten measly seconds, it would’ve been until you tried to push yourself off, desperate to breathe again. That would’ve been heavenly, to feel your throat constrict around his cock, in search of air. But not for the first scene together. 

If there’s a next time, maybe that’s when he’ll let go just a little more. Show that side of him and see how you cope with it. For now though, he’s content to just enjoy the sight of you taking him in your mouth, wanting to make him cum. And you’re damn near close to achieving that. 

He ignores the cameraman standing barely two feet from you, and leans back again, relaxing his body as his dick twitches incessantly in your mouth. Every time his tip hits the back of your throat, sparks of electricity shoot up his spine. 

“Fuck… ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum… mmf–” San moans, head tilting back against the chair. 

You don’t change anything about what you’re doing, just continuing until finally, he releases into your mouth. Just like you wanted him to. And it’s just as you predicted. The taste of it makes you want him to cum in your mouth again and again, surprisingly pleasant. Slightly bitter, yes, but not overly so. You swallow around him, not pulling off just yet. You won’t until you suck him dry, until he pushes you off from overstimulation. Maybe subconsciously, it’s because you know he loves to overstimulate his scene partners – a subtle payback for all of them. You try to hide your grin as you finally release him. Not a single drop wasted. You swallowed everything. 

San looks down at you through half-lidded eyes, fighting to keep his chest rising and falling in a steadier rhythm. You lick your lips just for good measure, and he snaps. 

His hands return to your face and the back of your head, pulling you towards him to kiss you deeply. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips into yours, not caring in the slightest that can taste himself. As you straighten up on your knees, you can feel how wet you still are, and you can’t help but be a little surprised. You’ve never gotten wet from sucking dick before. If he finds out, it’ll go right to his ego, no doubt. 

But before he can, there’s an abrupt, loud clacking sound to your left, and at first, you think someone must have dropped something. San makes a quiet, irritated sound before pulling away, glancing towards the director. The cameraman right next to you moves away, going back over towards the others and adjusting something on his camera. You feel slow to catch up on what’s happening, looking back up at San for help. 

“We’re breaking for a second,” he explains, still out of breath. 

Ah. 

“Are you alright?” You ask him, without thinking. You’re not even sure why you asked that. 

San blinks, processing your question as well before nodding once, “Yeah… yeah, I’m good.” 

There’s a fleeting moment between you that you can’t describe. Something deeper than the scene now that you’re out of it. It’s the way he’s looking at you, void of any facade or persona meant for the cameras. Almost like he’s curious about something. 

No one ever really asks him if he’s alright. 

Just as quickly as the moment appears, it’s gone. You hear a flurry of movement and murmured conversations on your left as you sink back onto your heels, processing everything. Your eyes close as you try to focus on your breathing now that nothing is blocking your throat, deep inhales and slow exhales.  

“You okay?” San asks as well, eyebrows furrowing in what appears to be genuine concern. 

“‘M okay… honest.” You nod as you speak to emphasize that you’re truly alright. One more prolonged exhale, and you roll your shoulders back, heart-rate decelerating back to its default speed. One of your hands reaches up to massage your aching jaw. 

Opening your eyes again, you accidentally make eye contact directly to his cock, still right in front of your face. It’s laying against his stomach, still slightly twitching, but… not softening. At least not as much as you’d expect it to. Surely, he can’t still be hard after coming. However, at this point, you wouldn’t put it past him to have a practically nonexistent refractory period. Might as well tack it onto the list of things he has been blessed with in life. 

San runs a hand through his hair, looking over towards someone who must be talking to him. You watch his eyes follow them until you see for yourself who it is – one of the assistants that had been in his little circle when he first walked out of his dressing room. He hands him a robe, and quickly walks off. You feel a small nudge at your shoulder and find one of the other assistants – the one that had handed you the blanket earlier – extending a robe towards you. You take it gladly, your body heat crashing down again now that nothing is happening, and the frigid air conditioning reminding you why you asked for a blanket in the first place. He also gives you a water bottle with a straw poked through the plastic cap, and you drink it down gratefully. 

Director Choi calls over Youngmi and Rina, and they’re quickly by your side, touching up your hair and makeup. You scoot back a little on the floor, giving San some space as his own team descends around him. Still, through the quiet rush of activity separating the two of you, your eyes stay glued to him. 

Once the four hair and makeup girls leave, you hear Hongjoong from somewhere behind you. You both look towards his voice, standing near the director. A young woman you haven’t seen milling around the set before stands right next to him, also in a short silk robe almost identical to yours from what you can see of it past the lights. Your chest burns. She’s gorgeous, and seems to only get prettier the more you look at her. She looks between Hongjoong and San expectantly, as if waiting for a regular cue. Totally relaxed. You look back down at your hands in your lap, toying with the hem of your robe. It’s obvious what she’s there for. You wonder if she’s been watching the whole time as well. 

But San is quick to rid you of any worries. 

Actually, he seems a little annoyed as he waves Hongjoong and the woman off, before turning his attention back to you. He helps you stand up, slowly to ensure you won’t get dizzy, and leads you back over to sit on the foot of the bed. Back where you started, in your own little bubble together in front of the lights and the cameras.  

Once settled again, San tilts your head up, his pointer finger under your chin, and holds it there, effectively disrupting your train of thought. He can almost see the self-doubt threatening to cloud your mind, even if you try to hide it behind your on-camera mask. He simply won’t have it. His other hand cups your cheek, making sure you don’t try to look anywhere but at him right now. 

“‘M still hard for you, kitten,” he says quietly, just for you. He moves closer, his thumb running over your bottom lip. “Made me feel so fucking good… doing so well…” 

You can’t help but blush at his praise. He’s so attentive, it’s a little shocking. You expected him to be, due to the videos you watched, but off-camera as well? 

To thank him, you wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it lightly, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. You want him to snap again. To just fuck you stupid already, to not wait for the production team to be ready. God, you just want to stop thinking and overthinking. You lean into the hand holding your cheek, humming at the comfort it provides. 

One of your hands wanders between you, trailing up his thigh. You want to feel it for yourself, even though the robe does little to conceal the truth in his statement. Nevertheless, your confidence is rekindled once more when you feel him through the silk, hard and ready for you. He hisses at the contact, resting his forehead against yours for a moment or two before straightening again. A low groan from him makes your thighs clench together. 

“Sorry, sir,” you whisper, grinning mischievously now that you’re the one teasing him.  

San laughs once, breathy and short. 

“You really have done your research on me, huh?” He smirks, watching you slowly move his robe aside to touch him properly. He tenses a little at the initial contact, but gradually relaxes again as his body gets used to it. 

You shrug, playing it cool. “Wanted to see what I was getting myself into,” the corners of your mouth twitch as you slowly stroke his cock, watching for his reactions. 

“And–” he clears his throat before continuing, “what do you think so far?” 

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, and you’re taken aback again by his genuineness. He’s not just asking to ask or to boost a sky-high ego, he really does want to know. Still, you want to keep him intrigued. Maybe you even want him to try and prove himself to you a bit.  

“Well… I’m still wet for you,” you admit, casting your eyes down towards your lap. “But I think I’ll give you a final verdict later.”  

San hums, remembering the taste of you, and how wet you were for him to start. His eyes trail downwards, towards your chest, which is slowly becoming more and more revealed as your robe loosens.     

“Deal,” he whispers, slowly leaning in to kiss you. 

Before he can though, you squeeze his member a little harder, your thumb circling the tip, making his mind nearly go blank. San shudders and leans back on his hands, his robe also loosening little by little, revealing his chest and the top of his abs to your hungry eyes again. He steals a quick glance over to the crew, before just taking matters into his own hands. 

As soon as his robe comes off, he tosses it in the camera’s direction. A rather obvious way of telling everyone the break is over. Director Choi quickly stands from his chair, shooing away a production assistant and waving another one over to collect the robes. You take yours off as well, tossing it onto his, and San eases you down onto your back, kissing you just as deeply as before. 

You shiver, finally underneath him once more. The promise of what’s to come thunders through your mind. He slots his knee in between your legs, keeping you open for him. You whine into his mouth when that knee raises slightly, pressing against your pussy. You can almost hear his smirk, confirming that you are indeed still wet for him. 

Well, he won’t make you wait any longer. 

And just in time too, because someone over on the left shouts, ‘Action!’. You feel kind of bad for stressing out the crew this much, but you can’t dwell on those guilty feelings when San is rubbing your clit again.

“Fuck… please…” you whimper, hips grinding up in search of something else.  

San moans, working himself up as he feels your pussy slicking all over his knee.  

“Are they gonna stop us again?” You ask, whispering in his ear. 

“They better fucking not,” San breathes, pressing one more kiss to your cheek before pushing himself up, spreading your legs further apart so he can kneel between them. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows again, intent on watching. You clench around nothing as he grips himself, angling his dick down towards your pussy. Every muscle in your body locks in anticipation and impatience. Your brain goes haywire just at the sight of his cock near where you need him most, knowing he’ll stretch you out, and knowing that you probably won’t last too long with his size. Hopefully, you won’t cum as soon as he bottoms out. 

San presses the tip to your hole, and you hold your breath. It’s so big, but you’re ready. You’re definitely wet enough to help get him inside without any help from spit or lube. Nevertheless, he spits right on your clit, pausing to make you feel it drip down through your folds. He taps the head of his cock against your clit a couple times, greedily watching your reactions. 

And much to your despair, he doesn’t push inside just yet. Instead, he drags his cock up and down your pussy. Slowly. Forcing you to feel every inch of it, just not where you need it. Your clit is so sensitive, every time he rubs up against it, you can’t help but whine pathetically. 

San hums, mocking you. “Hm? What’s wrong, kitten?” 

“Please fuck me already,” you exhale, whimpering at yet another tap of his cock against your clit. 

“Louder,” he instructs, not just to make you beg for it again, but also so the microphones pick it up. You’d forgotten all about them again, to be honest. “Ask me properly.” 

Another shiver runs through you, and you gasp when you feel the head of his cock return to your entrance. Just barely enough so you can feel it’s there. But it’s enough motivation. You spread your legs further apart to convince him, holding them up and back by hooking your arms around your knees. Fully exposed to his eyes, open and ready to be filled. 

“Please, sir, please fuck me. Want it so ba–” 

Your voice is cut off by a choked noise as he finally pushes into you. Quickly, you look down, watching him breach you. All of your air is punched out of you as he stretches you out, sinking deeper and deeper, inch by inch. He takes over the task of keeping your legs apart, and he stills for a second to give your body time to adjust to him. He’s just barely halfway in, and your brain already feels like mush. 

Maybe it’s a good thing because the same cameraman from before comes back, aiming the camera right at you two. Your body is so tense from the intrusion that you can’t look towards him, even by accident.

San swears under his breath, watching his cock disappearing into you as well. 

“So fucking tight… god, baby…” he grunts, adjusting his knees slightly closer to your ass so he can feed you more of his length. 

One of his hands tilts your chin up again, silently telling you to hold eye contact with him. His eyes flicker down only for a split second. 

Then he shoves the rest of his cock inside. 

A mix of a gasp and a yelp punches its way out of you. Your whole body is like a livewire. Alert, teetering on an electric edge. Your hands grip the sheets next to you, biting your lip. You can feel everything. Every inch, every vein dragging against your walls when he slowly pulls it back again. You both crave and dread the next time he pushes in, knowing it’s going to feel so overwhelmingly good. 

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. You’re close to coming already. 

Wide-eyed, all you can do is stare up at him as he rolls his hips into yours. Your walls flutter around him, legs already beginning to shake. There’s no hiding it anymore. 

Amused, San leans down, pushing your legs back even more, deepening the stretch. He groans as your pussy contracts around him tight, wanting more. 

“What, kitten? Already?” San smirks, a windfall of pride rushing through him. As if he needed any more validation for how good at this he is.

Your face burns, having been found out. 

The next roll of his hips is sinfully languid, taking his time. Then, he really betrays you. One of his hands leaves the back of your thigh and he uses his thumb to rub your clit. You yelp, body buzzing from pleasure, and he takes this time to start fucking you properly, thrusting into you in a steady rhythm. 

“Mm, that’s it,” he says, twisting his wrist so he can rub your clit with two fingers instead. “Let me feel it.” 

You’re starting to think all you need in order to cum is for him to tell you to do it. Your second orgasm of the evening is a bit stronger than the first one because of the addition of penetration. It makes you feel very floaty once it hits, clenching around his cock in order to prolong it. 

Unlike last time, he gives you no recovery period. The second he sees your eyes refocus, he’s fucking into you again. Like he never stopped. Your hands grip his shoulders, knowing you’re in for it. The tags for this future video flash through your mind, overstimulation being one. You lay flat on your back now, unable to keep holding yourself up as another strong wave of pleasure crashes into you. A third orgasm building up again. 

His fingers on your clit press down harder, making tight circles over the sensitive bud. He only relents for a second, just to hook your legs over his shoulders, letting him get even deeper inside of you. Your eyes roll back for a moment, whining at the feeling. Your hands try to push at his chest, to make him stop, to make him straighten up, you’re not entirely sure yourself. 

There’s no energy behind your actions, but San still subtly checks in. “Feel good, kitten?” 

You choke on another moan, his cock getting dangerously close to hitting your g-spot. “Mm- I’m– good, feels s-so good.” 

“Yeah? You liked coming on my cock?” 

“Yes…” 

“Yes, what?” San punctuates his question by ramming into you hard, unexpectedly. 

You’re quick to correct yourself, “Y-yes, sir!”

“There you go,” he brushes some hair away from your face, “my good girl.” 

Your body melts at the praise, replaying it over and over again as the feeling builds up higher and higher. You don’t realize until San winces that your nails started to dig into his chest, leaving some red scratch marks in your wake. As soon as you see that, you instantly take your hands away, feeling so bad that you’ve hurt him unknowingly. 

But he puts them right back where they were. 

And he leans down to your neck to return the favor, biting and sucking the skin there to create dark red and purple bruises wherever he can. His thrusts become more powerful, angling down into you to make you see stars. The simmering heat in your stomach is stoked with each direct hit to your g-spot. It’s getting to be more of a challenge to breathe normally like this.

Especially as your third orgasm begins to crest. 

“‘M coming–” you warn him, but he knows already. He can feel it. 

He hovers over you, moving his hips precisely and slightly faster. He wants to watch you again. To see you fall apart for him again. Truthfully, he already feels a bit pussy-drunk. Starting to get addicted to the feeling of your warm, wet cunt wrapped so tightly around him, coming for him so prettily. And you don’t disappoint him the third time either. 

You’re loud this time, unable to control your volume. The third orgasm hits you like a truck, and it only builds higher and higher instead of gradually diminishing. You cry out, halfway through it. Something feels unfinished about it, and you’re desperate to chase it. Luckily, San knows exactly what you need. 

He quickly lowers your legs from his shoulders, jumping right into action to catch this. Your legs are held back, like the previous position they were in, and he returns his other hand to your lower stomach, pressing down hard. You can feel him moving inside of you. Your head falls back and you moan loudly, suddenly feeling everything tenfold. 

The sound is obscene, definitely pornographic. Wet, sloshing sounds, accompanied by your loud cries and moans fill the warehouse-like room of the eighth floor. His cock prods your g-spot every single time, building something insanely powerful that you’ve never felt before. You grab his wrist, looking up at him with slight fear in your eyes, but he doesn’t seem concerned. He’s determined, if anything. 

“Good girl,” he purrs, so affectionately it makes your brain melt. 

He adjusts his hand on your stomach just a little further down. At the same time that you feel him rubbing your clit again, he ducks down to suck on one of your nipples, and fireworks explode behind your eyelids. The quadruple stimulation makes you scream. 

“Gonna make a mess for me, kitten? Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock again?” 

You don’t even have time to nod or reply in any way. A strong surge of pleasure smashes into you from all sides, whiting out your vision. It’s a feeling of release unlike any other that you’ve felt before, much harder than any orgasm you’ve ever had. He keeps fucking you through it until your pussy forces him out, watching your body shake uncontrollably underneath him, soaking the sheets below you, and his lower body. Now you know damn well what kind of ‘rough’ you’ll be getting from him: overstimulation. Making you cum until you beg him to stop. 

San growls at the sight. It burns into his brain, and he can already say for certain that he’ll be jerking off to the memory of this later tonight and for days to come. 

Just to prolong it, he taps his heavy cock against your pussy and clit again, enjoying how you try to squirm away from it. 

You’re so wet, it’s audible. Every tap is loud, and a thin, stringy mixture of his spit and your slick clings to him for as long as it can whenever he pulls away. You reach for him, not knowing exactly what you want, but knowing you want him closer to you, and he obliges. He leans down over you again, slowly sliding his length between your puffy, wet folds. 

A familiar, faint voice from the left is ignored totally by you and him, too busy coming down from the most intense high of your life, and him holding you through it.  

An aftershock rattles you from head to toe, and you gasp when you feel it. The intense pleasure you felt gives way to sudden emptiness, and you realize you do not have anything to clench down on anymore. Though his dick is right there, dragging up and down your outer lips, it feels so far away from where you actually want it. 

Thankfully, sensing your dilemma – and hearing you whine for it – he doesn’t make you wait any longer. In your post-orgasmic haze, he guides you over onto all fours, now facing the foot of the bed. Ever the gentleman, he moves your hair out of your face. However, you imagine it’s so the camera can see your fucked out, dazed expression. 

His cock slips back inside of you easily, without any resistance, and the two of you groan in unison. In both relief and pleasure.  

That familiar, faint voice comes back. Clearer this time, and closer as well. “San… San! We’re taking another break now.” 

San kisses your shoulder blade, barely paying attention. “Okay, have fun,” he brushes the voice off, impatiently. 

You’d laugh if you had any coherent thoughts or spare energy left. No, you’re a bit preoccupied at the moment, your body trembling around his cock, and so happy that he’s pushed back into you. Truthfully, you don’t even care if you’re stressing out the crew anymore. All of your thoughts are about San. 

San smooths a hand up your spine, slowly pushing inch by inch into your soaked hole. He shushes you gently when you whimper, interlacing his fingers with yours when you try to reach back to find his hand to hold.  

“I know, kitten, it’s okay. Just relax.”

Easier said than done. 

He lightly presses your lower back, signalling you to arch it for him a little more. You nearly regret it when you feel him deeper than before in this position. Your elbows threaten to buckle, body shaking like a leaf. Yet, you still want more. Even though you’re nearing a certain point, wavering between overexertion and exhaustion, you crave more. You want to chase that feeling with him again. Make him glad he asked you to come here. Make him come back for more. So, you grit your teeth and keep yourself from face-planting into the mattress. For now, at least.  

San’s powerful pace resumes in no time, stealing every breath from your lungs. Another vague, quiet plea falls from your lips, and in response, he squeezes your hips, pulling them back to meet every thrust. Your throat is raw from all the noise you’re making, and you know you’ll have to drink some tea or honey tonight to get your voice back to normal. Not this thin, broken voice you have now. Your lower back aches from staying in this position, but you do your best to ignore it. 

It helps that his cock is basically in your stomach, that does a lot to distract you from a mere ache in your back. It also helps that your pussy is extra sensitive, coming three times – twice in a row without a break – and squirting for the first time. On camera, no less. Your viewers are going to lose their fucking minds. The image of your donation box on your livestreams, and your Venmo accounts skyrocketing after this video releases is motivation enough for you to want him to make you do it again. 

Your back arches even more, hips grinding back against his to get more of him somehow. 

Such a little natural.     

“Mmm, there you go. That’s it. Keep fucking yourself on my cock, pretty girl.” 

You make a noise, halfway between a whine and a moan and do as he says. Your chest grazes the sheets below you, chin buried into the mattress and arms gripping the edge of the bed in front of you. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, a couple of stray tears threatening to fall. “You’re s-so fucking deep.” 

San groans, increasing the pace. You yelp when you feel him smack your ass, and again when he hits it a second and third time. By the time the third strike lands, he doesn’t even give you any time to process the stinging pain he’s left behind before there’s a new one on the back of your head. 

Slightly dizzy, it takes you a second to realize you’re upright, on your knees. One hand tangled in your hair, pulling at the roots, and the other rubbing incessant circles on your swollen clit. His chest presses into your back, and he moves your head to face him so he can kiss you again. Mind threatening to wipe completely, you can’t fight to hold back your tears anymore. You shudder violently, and he groans as he feels your body struggle to keep up with him. He knows you can take it, though. You’re a fighter, he can tell. 

“Doing so well,” he whispers in your ear, “such a good girl for me, baby. Knew you would be. Knew I’d get this pussy to fall apart on my dick. Thought about it so fucking much…”

You whine against his mouth, tears wetting his face now as well. The blatant admission that he had thought about you like this before today goes straight over your head. 

All you hear is his praise. You’re doing well. Good enough for him, like you were so stressed about being. Nothing else matters to you anymore, now that you’ve earned his approval. A proud smile creeps across your face, and he grins at the faraway look in your half-lidded eyes. You’re so far gone. Completely pleasure-drunk.  

The hand in your hair tightens again and loosens, like it’s an afterthought now. Just something for him to hold onto. To keep you steady, if anything. Warm pressure building and building again in your stomach, you round your back as another shiver wracks its way through your body, making your spine tingle. His hand moves down to hold you by the back of the neck, and he slows his pace just enough to guide you back down onto the bed. This time, totally flat. Your pussy forces him out at this new position, but his other hand is quick to spread one of your ass cheeks apart, cock sliding back inside of you. 

He doesn’t ease you into his pace anymore. The first brutal thrust makes your eyes roll back, and your jaw falls open. Your nails claw at the bedding, every muscle in your arms straining while you hold onto the fabric for dear life.   

He’s so fucking deep. Impossibly, almost. 

He may just make you cum like this, without even needing to touch your clit. He’s making you learn so much about what your body can do when in the right hands. No wonder people are so obsessed with him. He’s become so in tune with your body so quickly, just by paying explicit attention to you this whole time. It makes you really appreciate his expertise, because he could easily have just used what has worked for other girls in the past. He probably could’ve made you cum like that as well, but he tailors himself for each girl. Adapts for them. For you. 

And he’s learning you pretty well. Probably read you like a fucking book. 

Every precisely angled thrust punches a moan out from deep within your chest. Each sound is partly muffled by the bedding, and you try to keep quiet, not wanting to be annoying. You can’t help it, though. Not when it feels this good. Certainly not when another orgasm is building, more rapidly than the others. 

You squirm under him, toes curling and nails digging into the mattress. 

“I– mmf–! You’re… you’re gonna make me cum again,” you have to speak quickly before it hits you. 

San leans over you, hands planted right next to your shoulders, fucking you harder. “Give it to me, pretty girl. I want every fucking drop.” 

Someone dressed in all black stands right in front of you, pointing something towards you. It doesn’t register that it’s the camera guy with the handheld camera for a couple seconds. You imagine he’s zooming in, capturing everything. He must know the future audience does not want to miss a single second of how you react to coming again, and how San won’t let up on you once you do… again. 

Your eyes shut tight once your fourth climax thunders through you. Pure ecstasy erupts in every vein. Euphoria clouds your brain. The sheets beneath you two become even more soaked, and you can feel your release dripping down your thighs. You must’ve been loud because your throat feels scratchy and rough all of a sudden, but your head is in such a rush that you don’t even hear anything. 

San holds you by your throat now, making you keep your face up. 

Just as you predicted, San doesn’t stop or slow his pace whatsoever. True to his promise that he’s ‘gonna make you feel so good’. Well, that promise is currently turning you into a limp, fucked out mess. You’ve never had this many orgasms so quick in succession before. It’s making your hormones go absolutely wild, and you cry harder, wetting San’s hand with your tears. The camera loves it. 

There are some sounds near you that you can’t be bothered to discern, and you just lean into San’s hand on your throat. Fully intent on just letting him do whatever he wants to you at this point. He pretty much already is. Although, you’re not entirely sure how many more times you can cum without passing out. You hope he’ll stop before that happens. You don’t want to embarrass yourself like that. 

San subtly taps your throat, getting your attention, before raising your head a little higher by the throat. 

You blink stupidly up at the cameraman in front of you, eyes half-lidded and heavy, struggling to keep them open. You flinch a little when you see that there are two more people in front of you, the director included. When did everyone get so much closer to the bed? All of them, you notice, are at least semi-hard. Director Choi nods behind the camera, muttering inaudible praises. Your hands grip the sheets, knuckles turning white, and pull them up towards your mouth to muffle your screams. Out of frame, Director Choi motions for an assistant to pull the sheets down, ripping your comfort away, exposing how loud you’re being. Tears sting your eyes, both from exertion and from the intense pleasure San is giving you. 

“Pussy’s so good… so tight and wet… could fuck you forever.” 

Director Choi silently motions for San to keep talking like that. 

San grunts, fighting to catch his breath enough to speak again. “Such a good girl… gonna make you cum again.” 

And he does. 

Before you even realize that it’s been simmering and building, it knocks into you sideways. This time, you can’t even scream. Your mouth drops open but no sound comes out due to your body locking up. San releases your throat, worried that you’re not breathing – and he’s right. He slows down considerably, moving your hair away from your face to check on you. Your body slowly relaxes again underneath him, one muscle at a time, and a low, guttural groan tears itself from your throat. 

You can feel every inch of him dragging past your inner walls, and every slightest movement makes your pussy clench, trying to simultaneously push him out and suck him in further. Instead of continuing again, though, he pushes all the way into you one more time, and then stops. 

It’s somehow both torture and a relief. You feel so fucking full, but he isn’t doing anything to continue the dull flames that engulf your lower stomach, and yet you know it’s better than being empty. He could pull out, leave you to deal with that emptiness before you felt ready. He doesn’t. Appreciative thoughts swirl around your head and you cry harder, trying to hide your tears in the sheets. 

When the camera crew and director see that he’s not continuing, they call for another break. Everyone moves away, and there’s no longer a black cloud in front of you. 

San doesn’t move an inch, though.  

He brushes through your hair with his fingers, comforting you. He’s intent on waiting until you calm down, not wanting to push you too far before you’re ready. He knows he went a little crazy, instantly getting addicted to the feeling of you coming around his dick, and you deserve a break. As long as you need. 

But you’re addicted yourself. A real glutton for the pleasure he’s given you thus far. You push back and wiggle against him, trying to get him to move again. His hands push you down by your hips, keeping them still. You whine at the denial, looking over your shoulder at him with teary, red eyes. He almost gives in. 

“I know, baby. Just relax with me for a moment.” 

You pout, another tear roaming down your cheek. Deep down, you know he’s right. Your body has been pleading for a break two orgasms ago. It’s high time you listen to it. You collapse, finally letting yourself relax, solely focusing on the quiet murmur of the crew off to the side, and San’s fingers running through your hair. 

It’s a nice moment.  

Nicer still when San litters your shoulders and back with gentle kisses, helping you calm down. Clearer thoughts slowly begin to reenter your mind, and your breaths even out, relatively back to normal. Better than the mixture of shallow inhales, long periods of holding your breath, and gasps for air. Because of the improved air intake, your head finally feels like it’s stopped swimming. Little by little, your energy comes back. 

You take a deep inhale, sighing contently as you exhale it back out. Looking behind you again, you catch him already watching you. 

“Hi,” you mumble, half-smiling.

San smirks, his hand cupping your cheek. “Hey, pretty girl. Feel okay?” 

You nod, humming, and you subtly push back against him. The feeling of his cock pressing into you doesn’t shock your body as much as it did before. Now it’s a welcome, familiar feeling. Sought after. You really are addicted. Maybe even insatiable when it comes to how well he fucks you. 

With the other hand, he places a water bottle in front of your face, the same one with a straw poked through the cap from before. You don’t bother wondering where he got it from. You have a pretty good idea. They’re always everywhere during a break. 

Once you’re done with the bottle, he places it against one of the pillows, where it will no doubt be collected by a production assistant within seconds. 

You push back again, trying to get him to move. You hear him chuckle behind you. 

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” 

Instead of contradicting his statement, you just nod. Why lie? 

“Wanna make you cum too,” 

San hums, just barely rolling his hips into yours. “How do you wanna do that, kitten?” 

You steel yourself for what you’re about to do. Hoping he will let you go through with your plan, you pull yourself away from him, and he slips out of you. The emptiness hits just as hard as you thought it would, and you whimper at the initial feeling. If all goes to plan, you won't be for long. 

San watches you carefully as you turn to face him on the bed, gently pushing him back against the pillows. His hands instinctually rest on your hips as you straddle him, and he looks up at you, patiently waiting for your next move. At least, coming across as patient externally. You don’t miss how his dick twitches, eager to be engulfed by your warmth again. He must feel something equivalent to the emptiness you felt when you pulled away. 

You’ll fix that gladly. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the crew start to come back to their spots – lights, camera, microphones. They must have learned not to stay too far away when it comes to filming you two. You do your best to hide your grin. 

San helps you line up the head of his cock to your entrance, and you steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders as you slowly sink down. His eyes flutter shut, eyebrows furrowing as he exhales shakily. Following his lead, you don’t give him much time to adjust before you start moving. 

You swear you hear him whimper. Just once, but you catch it nevertheless. 

He keeps his eyes down, locked between you, watching your cunt swallow his dick over and over again. You bite your lip, nails digging into his shoulders as his hands become more firm on your hips. The next time you sink down, he pulls you down hard. You gasp, not expecting it, and he attacks your lips once again. 

You kiss him back just as eagerly, increasing your pace. Your thighs already start to protest from the strain, but you can’t bring yourself to care or stop. Not when he’s moaning into your mouth like this. Every noise you pull out of him is pure music to your ears. A rhapsody you could hear a thousand times and not get bored of. You pull away from his lips just to hear him clearer, and he chases you. He nips your bottom lip, one of his hands slowly travelling up to knead one of your boobs again. 

Breaths mingling, you shiver in his hold. His other hand dips down to rest on your ass, squeezing the flesh there as you bounce on his cock. 

The heat of it all consumes you, drives you to get him to cum. You want to hear him. You want to repay him for making you cum four times, and put in just as much effort. 

It’s a battle to try and ignore your own pleasure, building up for a fifth time. You’re not convinced you can cum again. However, now you’re willing to see what happens. If you faint, you faint. 

You clench around him on purpose, grinding into him and rolling your hips, your gummy walls massaging his length and successfully driving him crazy. His head falls back against the headboard, and his fingers begin to leave bruises on your skin. 

“So fucking good,” he hisses, “such a good girl… gonna make me cum so hard.” 

The thought and image that accompanies it gives you a second wind of energy. Your hands move to his chest, and you press down as you continue to fuck him. 

“Want you to cum inside me,” you beg him, hot breath hitting his neck. You feel him shudder underneath you. 

San only nods, unable to speak. You lick a stripe up his neck, tasting the slight saltiness of his sweat and kissing the hinge of his jaw. Right next to his ear, you moan again, enjoying how he tenses up. 

Suddenly, both of his arms are wrapped around your waist, and he sits up a little more. One of his hands presses into your upper back, supporting you as he starts fucking up into you, seamlessly matching your rhythm. 

He lets out a choked moan, cutting it off by kissing you one more time before his eyes shut tight. 

“Gonna cum…fuck, I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, kitten. Gonna feel me for days.” 

You whine at his words, and he seems to have worked himself up further by saying it as well. 

“Please, sir, need your cum inside of me. Please give it to me–” 

San pushes you down onto your back before you can blink. Your legs wrap around him, and the pleasure increases for you almost instantaneously. When you look down, you swear you can see a slight bulge in your stomach. His lips attach to your neck, sucking and biting to muffle his moans as much as possible. Every sound he makes is so pretty. 

He pounds into you without any more room for mercy, concentrating on coming again. And he can feel that you’re close again too. 

“Cum with me,” he pants against your neck, “give me one more. Let me feel your pretty cunt cum on my cock one more time, baby.”          

One more. You nod, eyelids growing heavy again. Everything is perfect in this moment. The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, the head of it pressing against your g-spot and fanning the flames of your arousal until it engulfs you like wildfire; his soft, plush lips on your neck, his words in your ear, and his warm, firm skin under your hands. 

As if that all wasn’t enough, San spits on his fingers and starts to rub your clit again. 

Everything adds up to push you over the edge. 

You cry out, body completely spent as you weakly squirt for him again. You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, adrenaline and euphoria taking turns to run through your bloodstream. The sheets beneath you are completely soaked through. Every sense is both heightened and dulled. Exhaustion pulls itself over you like a weighted blanket. 

And your climax triggers his.

True to his word, he comes deep inside of you, filling you up until it’s leaking. The additional warmth is comforting for a second, until your stomach begins to cramp a little bit. Not enough to hurt, but just enough for you to notice. You’re definitely not used to coming this much. 

San shudders violently before dropping to his elbows, careful not to crush you under his weight. Both of you catch your breaths, chests heaving as you coax air back into your lungs. You tangle one of your hands in his hair, holding him close to you as you take this moment to settle down. He buries his face in your neck, small, audible sighs occasionally escaping him. 

Unbeknownst to you, he’s never cum that hard before. Years of experience behind him, sure, he’s gotten close to this level, but never was able to reach it until now. 

Reluctantly, he slowly drags himself out of your pussy, eyes immediately glancing down to see his cum leaking out. He smirks as he watches you fight to keep it inside, not wanting to let it go yet. 

Then, like he does every single time, he ducks down to lick one more long, slow path up your pussy. Entrance to clit. A silent ‘thank you’. You whimper, legs closing when he pulls away. 

“Cut! Print it.” 

And he’s gone. 

You feel you just got a violent slap back into reality. 

What…just happened? You slowly push yourself up, with admittedly great difficulty. 

Half of the staff flutter around you, while the others flock to San’s side, covering him up in his robe and starting to lead him towards his dressing room. The production assistants assigned to you don’t say much, handing you the same water bottle as before and urging you to drink it all. You watch the cameraman and the director talk, leisurely packing everything up. Just another day at the office. It’s all over just like that. 

Meanwhile, you feel… stunned. Maybe even a little empty, and not just physically this time. You never thought about how aftercare is pretty much nonexistent in shoots like this. Everything is strictly business. Professional. Void of any emotion for the other ‘actor’. Still, as someone runs a brush through your messy hair, and someone else wraps a silk robe over your shoulders, you find that you cannot tear your gaze away from the direction of San’s dressing room door. Your eyes threaten to tear up, a dull yet powerful feeling of rejection blooming in your chest. 

Maybe you aren’t cut out for this type of thing, no matter how many offers you receive. Not if this is how it ends, as if nothing happened. Like none of it mattered. Another notch in Choi San’s belt. 

Director Choi suddenly appears in front of you, and you’re quick to act like nothing is wrong. “You did great,” he says, “thank you for your time today.” 

You manage a fake smile and thank him as well, apologizing for any issues you may have caused by being impatient or loud. 

He simply waves it off, “Happens more than you think. Have a good rest of your night, Miss Y/L/N. Maybe we’ll work together again in the future.” 

‘Maybe’. 

His words stick to you, gnawing at your skin like leeches. He truly didn’t mean to make you feel worse, you know that, and yet he really drove home just how… common you feel. Not special whatsoever after all. 

You imagine going back home and going live again. The notorious four exclusive viewers will want to know how it went, and you’re going to have to tell them something. You doubt you’ll be able to lie. Woo will probably be able to tell something’s wrong. 

Maybe, once this check hits, you can just disappear for the foreseeable future. If you’re astronomically lucky, everyone will forget it happened so you won’t have to relive the very tail end of it. You run a hand through your hair. You’re so fucking dramatic.

It hurts a little extra when even Hongjoong doesn't stick around to check in on you, tending to his star first and foremost. You can’t say you really blame him, though – that is his job. San should be his priority. 

It’s just that you desperately wish for a friendly face, or someone to genuinely check in with you. Comfort you. 

Not to be surrounded by strangers who won’t look you in the eye.  

· · ─────── ·☆· ─────── · ·

You’re not sure what the plan is. 

You don’t even know if he’s still here. But here you are, standing in front of his dressing room door like a fucking idiot. Another girl obsessed with him. Nothing new, just another number they’ll have to delete. 

Even so, you want to try and talk to him. Ask him why the fuck he left in such a hurry. Your hands readjust their grip on your purse, with half a mind to swing it at whoever opens the door. 

Gathering up all the courage imaginable, your hand raises in a fist, and you softly knock on the door three times. 

To be honest, you’re not really expecting a response. Half of the staff are gone already, it’s unlikely that he’d want to stick around here any longer than he has to. When you checked the time on your phone in your dressing room, you were surprised to see that it’s already nearing nine o’clock. Your stomach had growled almost immediately upon seeing it. You look over your shoulder, watching the rest of the staff still here turning off some of the lights and gathering wires.    

Distracted, you jump about a mile in the air when the door opens, revealing San, now also dressed and looking like he’s ready to leave. His eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of you. 

“Hey,” he says, so casually. “What’re you still doing here?” 

Embarrassment hits you like a brick wall. Yep, just another girl on the callsheet that stuck around to beg him for more. Ugh. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to bother you,” you say, already giving up on the whole idea of confronting him. Britney can’t help you now. 

You start to turn on your heel, but he opens the door wider, stepping aside as if to invite you in. “No, no. Not bothering me. What’s up?” 

Your mouth dries. Okay, now you got to follow through. But god… does he really not know? You wonder if this has never come up before. If all of the girls before you are just collectively tougher than you emotionally and can handle no aftercare, no follow up, nothing. You should be, too, honestly. You know what porn is and what it isn’t. It’s not exactly a dating service. Two hot people fuck each other and go their separate ways, money wired to them before their heads hit the pillow at night. 

Still… you and Yeosang aren’t dating, and after your collab with him, he redressed you and cuddled you for an hour straight. He made sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere, that the friendship is still intact. You weren’t being used. 

You hesitate to step into his dressing room, and ultimately decide to just stay put. Stand your ground. You don’t want to take too long, you just need an answer. 

Out with it. 

“I was just wondering why you left so quickly? Did I do something to offend you in any way?”  

San blinks, slight confusion clouding his face. “Oh, no, I just– I saw your form. Didn’t want to hang around and make you uncomfortable.” 

Now you stare at him, just as confused. “Wait, what? What about my form?” 

“You checked off ‘Hard No’ to aftercare.”  

…Pardon? 

No way. 

He must see the bewilderment in your face because he fishes his phone out of his pocket to show you. 

“Yeah, Hongjoong said…” he trails off, the light of his phone screen reflecting in his dark brown eyes. “Yeah, look.” 

He holds his phone up to show you, and you step closer to it, squinting to see for yourself. Sure enough, amidst all of the other dozens of checkmarks, you accidentally fucked yourself over and selected ‘Hard No’ for aftercare. Luckily, you didn’t select one of the bodily fluid options as a ‘Hard Yes’ in your evident past confusion. You bury your face in your hands. 

“Oh my god. That was meant to be a ‘Hard Yes’.” You groan. Guilt threatens to eat you alive for all your negative thoughts towards him, and the texts you sent Yeosang while in your dressing room after the fact. You’re going to have to do some serious damage control to get Yeosang to not hate him forever. It’ll surely start with a screenshot of the form you fucked up, followed by a dramatic statement of your stupidity. 

San pockets his phone again, almost sheepish. He hesitantly steps closer to you, unsure of how to fix this. 

“I’m so sorry,” he says quietly, “I should’ve double checked with you.” 

“No, no, please don’t blame yourself when it’s my own mistake.” 

“Still…” he trails off, looking down at the floor. 

It hits you that he’s really hurt by this. Hurt for you. 

“San…” you tilt your head to try and meet his eye. “It’s alright, really. I feel much better now that I know it wasn’t on purpose or because I did something wrong.” 

“I’d never do that to you, or anybody. I always stress how important aftercare is to the directors I work with so they don’t try to rush through it.” San runs a hand through his freshly-washed hair as he speaks, exasperated. You vaguely remember him saying something akin to that in one of the interviews that you watched. 

Damn, he really is nice. Here you were at the start of this, thinking he’d be a cocky son of a bitch who has the world at his feet, and anything he wants within arms reach. The last two parts of that description may be right, but your assumed attitude is definitely not. Well… maybe not entirely. The cockiness isn’t used to make anyone feel small, that’s the important difference. It’s confidence, more than anything. 

“I know,” you smile, trying to make him feel better. “Really, it’s okay.” 

He seems unconvinced. “Can I make it up to you in some way?” 

You shift your weight from one foot to the other. If you wouldn’t immediately cringe at yourself for doing so, you’d maybe ask for a hug or something. Physical contact in any way to comfort you, make you believe it. But the guilt he obviously feels is enough. The knowledge that he truly thought it’s something you were so against, and he respected it anyway, is more than enough. 

“You don’t have to, San.” 

“I want to, Y/N.” 

Your pulse skips a beat, wondering what he has in mind. The way he said it was so final, like he made up his mind already. His phone reappears in his hand, texting someone quickly and sending it off. He then reaches into his dressing room, turning off the light after doing a quick scan of it and closing the door behind him. 

“Can I walk you out?” 

That, you’ll allow. 

“Sure. Are you going home?” You ask, changing the subject as the two of you start walking towards the exit doors. 

“Nah, not yet. There’s a gym on this floor I’m gonna go to first.” 

You just nod in response, wondering how on earth he has the energy to go to the gym right now. You have a very special date with your bed for the foreseeable future. It’s highly doubtful that you’ll wake up before three in the afternoon. Truthfully, you can’t wait. Maybe you’ll sleep off some of the soreness you’re sure to have tomorrow. 

“Oh, by the way, do you have an agent?” San asks you out of nowhere, right before you get to the doors. 

You blink once. Twice, processing. “No…?” 

Yeosang’s the only one who may even come close. He’s the one you ask before doing anything, wanting his opinion and blessing. But technically and professionally, no, you’re an independent artist as far as you’re concerned. 

“I’d find one soon,” San says, glancing towards the bed, soaked through. “You’re about to get a lot of offers.” 

You blush furiously, reminded of everything that transpired between you barely an hour ago. “Maybe I should just take yours.” 

San groans, “Honestly, do it. I’m sure Joong could use a break from my bullshit.” 

You laugh, trying to hide it with your hand. San pretends to be offended that you agree, clutching his heart in betrayal, which makes you laugh harder. The doors push open, the white fluorescent lights blinding both of you after being so used to the golden studio lights on set. 

“Maybe I will let you have him,” he says, a smirk growing across his face. “It’s good manners.” 

He looks at you like he knows something you don’t, and it bothers you. The word choice sounds familiar, but you can’t place it. Before you can ask, he steps closer to you, invading your personal space for the first time since being intimate with each other. You hold your breath. 

“Goodnight, baby.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking down towards the opposite end of the hallway, where you can only assume is the direction of the gym. 

Fuckin’ hell… 

You stand there like an idiot for another couple of seconds, still processing what just happened in the span of five minutes. You also try to figure out the implication behind his word choice. ‘Manners’. It bugs you so much, you know you heard something about it recently, but can’t pinpoint where or when. 

The question of what he meant follows you all the way to the lobby. You press the down button on autopilot, just now remembering to text the driver to tell him that you’re ready to be picked up downstairs and taken home. From down the hallway, you hear the door to the studio swing open again – probably some of the crew heading home as well. You glance towards the stairs, not exactly jumping at the chance to be stuck in an elevator with a bunch of strangers who watched you have sex an hour ago. 

But the footsteps that follow the sound of the door closing are what gives you pause. They’re hurried, and headed towards the lobby. The elevator dings behind you. You turn around just as the mystery runner comes around the corner. 

“Oh! Hi, Mr. Kim–”  

Hongjoong jogs over to you, catching you before the elevator doors open. 

“Sorry if I startled you. San is wondering if we can arrange another collab, but this time on your livestream.” He speaks quickly, like time is of the essence.  

You stutter, brain trying to connect with your vocal cords. 

“What?” You ask, even though you heard and processed everything Hongjoong said just fine. You’re just wondering if you actually heard him right. Today just keeps getting stranger and stranger. More interesting, definitely. 

He’s quick to repeat himself, almost pleading with his eyes for you to say ‘yes’. 

At least with the emails you had some time to think everything over. Now Hongjoong is staring dead at you, waiting for the response he hopes to hear. 

You can’t help it. You want to make him chase you again. 

“Tell him I’ll think about it,” you say as sweetly as possible, stepping into the elevator. 

You try not to enjoy the perplexed look on Hongjoong’s face until the doors close completely. 

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You have no idea how he does it, truly. 

Everything in his world is immediate. You’re not used to it whatsoever. 

Those are the thoughts you have as you step out of the elevator in your apartment building, walking up to your door. You're more than ready to throw your shit down in the kitchen and go the fuck to bed. Your phone is in the process of being fished out of your pocket, intent on texting Yeosang to ask if he's around for a debrief.

You stop dead in your tracks when you look up, about to unlock the front door. Perched tall and proud, is a beautiful bouquet of purple flowers in a glass vase right outside your door. A card is placed in between the overlapping petals, and you can’t help but gawk at the sight of it. 

How the hell did he find your address? 

Oh– Hongjoong, probably. Your initial creeped-out feeling vanishes. Hongjoong can just find anything for San, you’re sure. 

Punching in the keycode to your door, and switching the kitchen lights on, you place the flowers on the counter, taking a second to admire them. Purple, you note. Your favorite. Again, Hongjoong must have told him, but you can’t help but smile – he really did want to make it up to you. 

You pluck the small card from the flowers and read it, sitting down at your kitchen island. 

Hope you had a good time today. 

Sorry for being such a stupid slut </3

-San

Your smile widens, laughing and rereading it. You flip it over, and on the back is a phone number, scrawled in blue ink. 

Perhaps you missed a hidden clause in the forms that makes you promise to not fall in love with him. 

You hope not. 

You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second now just thinking about it. Mortifying. Absolutely mortifying but so true. You opened your eyes back, gaze flickering towards Yunho again…. to his hands again. To the way his fingers flexed slightly as he clicked, the tendons shifting under his skin, controlled strength in every small movement.

Your lips parted as a quiet breath slipped out, your body betraying you in the smallest ways as that thought settled back in, heavier this time and more clearer.

“Guys, hold on….” Yunho’s voice pulled you out of it instantly.

You blinked, realizing you’d stopped completely in the doorway without even noticing. Great. Now you looked suspicious. You forced yourself to move again, stepping into the room like you hadn’t just been standing there spiraling in your own thoughts. “Hey,” you said casually, like your heart wasn’t suddenly beating a little too fast and you weren’t wet already at just the thought of…..

Yunho glanced at you, just briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips before his focus snapped back to the screen. “Hey, baby.” Normal. Everything was normal. A big fucking lie. You leaned lightly against the doorframe, arms crossing loosely as you watched him for a second longer than necessary. Trying to act like you weren’t hyper aware of everything, his voice, his posture, the way he shifted in his chair. Trying to ignore the fact that your mind was still very much stuck on wanting him as deep in your throat as he could go.

“Uh…” you started, then paused, forcing your tone to stay even. “How much longer are you gonna be streaming?” Yunho hummed, eyes still on the game. “Like… thirty? Maybe forty minutes? Why?”

Your stomach flipped. It wasn’t the question. It was how he asked it. Just… curious enough to make you feel seen. You shrugged, pushing yourself off the doorframe, pretending like it didn’t matter. “Just wondering.” But your voice came out softer than you meant it to and Yunho noticed. Of course he did. His movements slowed for just a second, barely noticeable unless you were watching him as closely as you were.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, adjusting his headset. “Chat, I’ll be right back,” he said calmly and your breath caught as his mic clicked off and his attention shifted completely. Slowly, he turned his head, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your skin feel a little too tight. “You okay?” he asked, voice quieter now.

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He didn’t look convinced as his gaze dropped, just briefly, like he was picking up on something you hadn’t said out loud. “You sure?” And suddenly it felt like you were standing a little too close to the edge of something.

You tried not to look at him. That was step one. Eyes anywhere but his face, his mouth, his hands, because if you looked too long, you were going to lose whatever fragile grip you had on your composure and judging by the way your heart was already beating, that grip was hanging on by a thread.

You nodded, but it was weak. Unconvincing and useless. Your fingers curled into the hem of your shirt as you stared somewhere over his shoulder, anywhere but at him, your thoughts spinning too fast, your pulse loud in your ears as you could feel the words sitting right there, heavy on your tongue, threatening to spill whether you were ready or not.

“Iwantyouto….”

You swallowed, the words tangling together immediately, your voice coming out rushed, quiet, almost incoherent….

“iwantyoutofuckmythroat.”

The silence was thick and immediate. You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second, already regretting every life choice that had led you to this exact moment. Why did you say it like that? Why did you say it at all? You chanced a glance back at your boyfriend and Yunho was just… sitting there, staring at you, brows slightly drawn together. Head tilted just enough to show he’d heard you but didn’t quite catch it. “What?”

Your soul left your body. “Nothing,” you said immediately, way too fast. Too defensive and way too obvious making his eyes narrow just slightly. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “no. You definitely said something.” You shook your head, already trying to step back, trying to physically retreat from the moment like you could rewind time if you just moved fast enough. “No, I didn’t, you probably just….”

He rolled forward in his chair, hand shooting out and catching your wrist. “Hey,” he said, quieter now and you stilled. “say it again.” Your heart dropped straight into your stomach. “No.”

His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist, a grounding motion, but his gaze didn’t soften, not really. If anything, it sharpened. “You were just staring at me for five minutes,” he murmured, stepping a little closer. “Then you mumble something and try to run away?” Your face burned. “Yunho….”

“Say it again.” There was something different in his tone this time. Still gentle and still him but steadier. Lower. Like he wasn’t going to let you dodge it. Your throat felt dry suddenly, your eyes flicking anywhere but his as you shook your head again, weaker this time. “It was stupid.”

“I didn’t catch it.”

And that somehow made it worse. Because now you had a choice…. pretend it never happened. Or say it again properly this time. Your fingers tightened in his grip as you finally, slowly, looked down at him. “Say it again.” He repeated and you swallowed, lips pressing together as you shook your head once, weak and stubborn all at the same time. “It’s…. it’s dumb.”

“Then it won’t matter if you say it again.”

You huffed a small, breathless sound, more nervous than amused, your fingers curling slightly like you were debating pulling away, except you didn’t. Couldn’t. Because some part of you didn’t actually want to. Because you wanted this. Your shoulders dropped just a little as you let out a quiet breath, eyes avoiding his again, voice dropping lower. “I want you to….” You hesitated for just a second and then forced it out before you could stop yourself. “I want you to fuck my throat.”

The words hung there as your chest rose and fell a little too fast as soon as it was out, like your body didn’t quite know what to do with the fact that you’d actually admitted it.

His grip shifted, thumb brushing slowly over your wrist, like he was grounding himself this time instead of you. “Yeah?” he murmured as you finally glanced back down at him. And immediately wished you hadn’t. Because the way he was looking at you now…. that soft, easy gentleness he always had with you? It was still there but it wasn’t leading anymore. “You’ve been thinking about that?” he asked quietly.

Your lips parted, but no sound came out at first, so you just nodded and Yunho exhaled softly, like he was settling into something he’s been holding back, before letting your wrist go and standing up, chair sliding back behind him, forgotten, and the space between you suddenly feeling too small, too charged.

His hand comes up to your chin, fingers tilting your face upward, firm enough that you don’t have the option of looking away anymore. “Look at me,” he murmurs and you do. Your breath stutters the second your eyes meet his again, looking up as he looks down at you, studying you for a second. “You sure?” he asks, quieter this time. There’s no teasing in it. No pressure. Just a question that actually matters.

Your throat feels dry, but you nod anyway and his gaze lingers for a beat longer, searching, confirming, then something in his expression settles. Decision made as his thumb brushes lightly across your lower lip, slow enough that it pulls your attention there without effort, your breath catching again as your body reacts before your mind can.

“Open,” he says. It’s not harsh. But it’s not soft either. It’s… direct. You hesitate for the smallest fraction of a second, more from nerves than anything else, then do as he says and the shift in his focus when you listen… God. It hits you harder than you expected as his fingers move again, slow at first, measured, testing more than taking, before the motion deepens just enough to make your breath hitch, your body reacting instinctively to the unfamiliar intensity as he skips two of his fingers into your mouth.

Your hands twitch at your sides, unsure where to go, eyes fluttering for a second as the moment stretches, his fingers moving farther until you feel them tickling at your gag reflex and the smallest change in your breathing makes his brows knit just slightly, his hand easing back a fraction, his thumb brushing your lip again as you instinctively pull in a breath.

“Hey…” he murmurs, quieter now and your eyes open fully again, meeting his, a little dazed, a little overwhelmed but not pulling away. And he sees that, hand slipping back completely, fingers retreating slowly, the loss of contact almost as noticeable as the contact itself. For a second, neither of you move. The air between you feels heavier now.

Your lips part slightly as you catch your breath, your chest rising and falling a little too fast and Yunho just… looks at you with that same steady intensity still there but softened just enough now to check in as his thumb keeps brushing your bottom lip. “Still with me?”

You nod even if your voice might not cooperate right now and a faint, almost satisfied exhale leaves him at that, his hand finally dropping from your face but his gaze doesn’t leave yours. “Get on your knees.”

Something in his voice, the dominance leaking out, the tone deeper, more commanding than you ever heard him before, has you dropping before him without blinking, knees pressing into the soft carpet of the bedroom floor, heart pounding with anticipation. Your eyes lock onto his, wide and pleading as he stands tall above you, broad frame casting a shadow, a smirk curling his lips as he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, his gaze stays locked on you as he shoves them down his legs, dick already hardening, veins pulsing along his length but he doesn't rush, instead, he steps closer, reaching down with two fingers. "Open wide, baby," he commands, voice low and firm.

Your lips part obediently, tongue extending out as you tilt your head back and slides his fingers once again past your lips, over your tongue, pushing deeper. You feel them hit the back of your throat this time and he doesn't stop there, thrusting further until they lodge deep, triggering your gag reflex more than he had before. Your throat convulses around his fingers, saliva pooling and dripping from the corners of your mouth as you choke, eyes watering instantly, gagging sounds filling the air, wet and guttural as your body jerks slightly.

"That's it," Yunho growls, holding his fingers buried to the knuckles, twisting them slightly to stretch your throat. "Feel that? Right there in the back. That's exactly where my dick is gonna go. You're gonna take every inch down here, choking just like this for me." He pulls back an inch, then shoves them in again, making you gag harder, tears streaming down your cheeks, hands gripping his thighs for support, nails digging into his skin as he finger fucks your throat slowly, drawing out each gag, each sputter of spit. He watches your face intently, loving the way your body fights the intrusion yet craves more.

Minutes pass like this, him dragging it out, alternating between deep probes that make your vision blur and shallow strokes that tease your tongue. Your throat burns, raw and slick with your own saliva, but the ache only fuels your arousal, pussy clenching emptily between your thighs until he finally withdraws his fingers with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting them to your swollen lips.

You gasp for air, coughing lightly, but he grabs your jaw, tilting your face up. "Good girl. Now stick out that tongue." You obey instantly again, flattening your tongue out and Yunho grips himself, thick, heavy, tip glistening with pre cum and taps it against your tongue. Once. Twice. The weight of it smacking wetly as he drags the underside along, painting your lips and tongue with his pre cum, then taps the tip right at the center, making it bob. "Taste me," he orders. "Get it nice and wet before I fuck this pretty mouth."

Your tongue swirls instinctively, lapping at the head, savoring the taste of him as he continues tapping, light at first, then firmer, the impacts sending jolts through your jaw as he smears his dick across your cheeks, your chin, marking you and making your core throb, wetness soaking your thighs, but you stay still on your knees, waiting for his lead. For his command.

"Suck the tip," he says, voice gravelly, still commanding as you wrap your lips around it, hollowing your cheeks as you suck gently, tongue flicking the slit and he groans low, threading his fingers into your hair but not pulling yet as he rocks his hips forward inch by inch, letting you adjust, your mouth stretching around him. He starts slow, deliberate thrusts, pulling out until just the tip rests on your tongue, then pushing back in, deeper each time.

Your throat relaxes but still clenches as he nears the back. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs, one hand cupping your cheek possessively. You do, nostrils flaring, focusing on the rhythm. In... out... in... deeper. His dick hits the entrance to your throat, and you gag softly, but he pauses, letting you swallow around him. “Relax…. and take it." he surges forward, bottoming out, balls pressing against your chin, dick fully sheathed in your throat, bulging it visibly.

You choke hard, throat spasming wildly around him, tears flowing freely now as he holds there, grinding slightly, letting you feel the full invasion of him. "Fuck…. look at you….” The sight of you stuffed full has him start fucking your mouth in earnest, but not rushed, long, drawn out strokes that pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust bottoms out, your gags turning into continuous wet chokes and gurgles, spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth, cascading down your neck and onto your shirt.

His grip tightens in your hair, controlling the pace, angling your head perfectly. "Choke on it. Gag for me. I want to hear how much you love this." Your world narrows to the relentless piston of his dick in your throat, the burn in your jaw, the ache in your stretched lips. Every plunge triggers fresh waves of gagging, your body heaving, but you don't pull away, you lean into it, hands braced on his thighs as he fucks deeper, faster, hips snapping with controlled power. "Touch yourself," he suddenly commands, voice strained with pleasure. "Finger that wet pussy while I use your throat. Do it now."

Your hand flies between your legs, shoving into your shorts, pushing aside your soaked panties, two fingers plunge into your dripping pussy, the sudden fullness making you moan around him, a muffled vibration that makes him his as you pump your fingers in time with his thrusts, curling to reach and hit your g spot, thumb circling your swollen clit…..

Overwhelmed, sensations crash over you, his dick ravaging your throat, choking off your air in bursts, your fingers squelching in your pussy, walls clenching greedily, the sounds of you making yourself squirt echoing loudly. He doesn't let up, pounding your mouth with wet, obscene thrusts, dick gliding through rivers of spit, balls smacking your chin. "Deeper with those fingers. Fuck yourself like you mean it." You add a third finger, stretching your pussy wide, thrusting frantically as your orgasm builds and your throat convulses nonstop around him, gagging louder, body trembling on the edge.

The pressure coils tight, his dick blocking your screams, your fingers buried knuckle deep, grinding against your g spot and you shatter, coming hard with a raw, muffled scream vibrating down his shaft, pussy spasming wildly around your fingers, juices squirting onto your hand and the floor, thighs quaking as waves rip through you as his dick stays lodged deep, choking your cries into desperate hums.

Yunho groans at the sensation, your cries and moans milking his dick with your throat's contractions. "Fuck, that's it…. come for me while I fuck your face." He doesn't stop, hips pistoning even harder now, chasing his release, hands clamping onto your head, fingers digging into your scalp, holding you immobile as he uses your throat like a tight sleeve. Thrust after brutal thrust, faster, deeper, your gags turn to whimpers, exhausted but blissful as your fingers stay inside your pussy, clenching yourself as his rhythm falters, breaths ragged. "Gonna fill this throat…. make you swallow every drop…..”

With a final, savage thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, dick pulsing as he erupts straight down your throat, rope after thick rope of his release floods you, forcing you to gulp convulsively around him, milking him dry as he holds you there through it all, grinding until the last spurt, your nose pressed to his pelvis, lungs burning as he finally pulls out slowly, dick slick and softening only a little with a trail of cum and spit connecting to your lips.

You cough, gasping for air, throat raw and voice hoarse, but a satisfied smile spreads across your face as you lick your lips clean and pull your fingers out of yourself, Yunho grabbing your hand and bringing it up as he leans down and sucks your soaked fingers into his mouth, other hand stroking your hair gently now, thumb wiping a tear from your cheek as he sucks your fingers clean. “You took it so well." He doesn’t let your hand go, gripping it as he helps you up, pulling you into his chest.

He lets out a slow breath against your hair, hand resting warm at the back of your head, fingers threading through gently now, so different from the intensity just moments ago it almost makes you laugh. Your voice is wrecked, barely there, but the smirk that tugs at your lips is very much alive. “You’re so annoying,” you rasp lightly, pulling back just enough to look up at him and he huffs a quiet laugh, thumb brushing once more under your eye, softer now, grounding again. “I’m annoying?” he repeats, brows lifting like he’s genuinely offended.

You nod, even though it’s small, your hands resting against his chest as you steady yourself. “Yeah. You could’ve….” your voice cracks a little and you wince, clearing your throat, “you could’ve done that sooner.” That gets him. His lips part slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that answer at all, a quiet, surprised laugh slipping out of him as his grip tightens just a little at your waist. “Oh, I could’ve?” he murmurs, amusement curling into his tone as you tilt your head, giving him a look despite how wrecked you feel. “Mhm….. didn’t know my boyfriend had that whole, here, gag on it, thing in him.”

Yunho chokes, a short, startled sound caught in his throat as his head drops forward for a second, laughter breaking out of him in disbelief. “Hey…” he starts, voice half laughing, half warning, but there’s no real bite to it. His ears are a little red now, the composure he had earlier slipping just enough to make your smile widen. “Oh my god, don’t act shy now,” you tease, nudging lightly at his chest. “Where was that energy a minute ago?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head as his hands settle more firmly on your hips, pulling you back in like he doesn’t trust you to stay put otherwise. “You are not….” he pauses, trying to regain control of the moment, but the corner of his mouth keeps twitching. “You do not get to say that after…”

“After what?” you interrupt, tilting your head innocently and he just stares at you for a second before he huffs, forehead dropping to yours. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters.

But there’s no frustration in it. Just warmth. Just that soft, steady affection threading back through everything now that the intensity has settled and your smile softens too, your fingers curling lightly into his shirt as you lean into him again, both of you still catching your breath in the quiet that follows. “You loved it.”

He doesn’t even hesitate, voice low, certain and still a little breathless

“Yeah…. I really fucking did.”

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There were a few favourite ways for you to wake up to a new day. this morning in bed was definitely up there for the past week or so.

you had spun in your sleep, twisting around against your awaking boyfriend, mingi. a thing to note about mingi, is that he just can't get enough of you, and is always hungry for more. so what started innocently enough as him hugging you close, turned into something full of other undertones.

awake now, you sat on top of mingis bulky body, the skin on skin contact making your head spin so early in the day. in swift motions you both had discarded your clothes, now laid here in your own little world, both vulnerably naked; and desperate for something more.

"shit baby.. just like that"

a sharp breath escaped mingis parted lips, eyelashes fluttering as he ever so tried to keep his eyes open. he didn't want to miss seeing the way your wet pussy glided against his throbbing hardness. the way your slick left a trail on the length of it, clamping down above him like an snug envelope. his hands laid on your hips, massaging the warm flesh as you moved back and forth, on a mission to your orgasm.

you hadn't let mingi in yet, but you knew he loved it like this. slow, teasing, pushing limits.

"such a good girl baby, theeere you go, use me"

a warm breath loomed over yours, mingis eager mouth attacking yours with pure hunger and need to be close. your hands tugged on the roots of his hair, pulling on the black strands as if to ground yourself. you felt yourself drawing close, feeling the heat of mingis body radiating as your hips moved in their own pace.

"min- 'm so close baby" you muttered against his lips.

suddenly, you felt a familiar shudder against you, mingis mouth falling open against yours, making your eyes flutter open. to your surprise, the man before you was a shaking mess, fat ropes of cum laid against his lower stomach, cheeks burning red as he leaned forward to you to hide.

"baby-" you started, hand running down his sticky chest. with a shake of his head, mingi peaked his eyes open to meet yours.

" 'm so sorry angel.. it was just all too much and i needed you so bad-"

you scanned him for a moment, the poor man before you almost shivering. as his eyes met yours, those big brown boba eyes clashing against your gaze, you felt a shift inside you. waisting little to no time, you let your other hand curl around his cock, moving up and down, twisting. mingi flinched to the touch, sensitivity burning in his body.

"ah angel- too much-" you looked at him with a slight chuckle.

"i thought you said you needed me so bad?" your tone dripping of teasing, mingis gaze dropping from yours as he started to ease into it again slowly, hardening against your grip. you tightened around him suddenly, making a louder moan tear out of his lungs, eyes meeting yours again in a hot flash.

"i can do more" his voice spoke, hands gripping the light sheets as you nodded with a sly smirk.

rising up, you aligned his thick tip against your opening, gliding it in circles against it, letting mingi writhe against you in anticipation. it looked like he was fighting against all urges to push upwards, let himself glide into you with that familiar ease. but this wasn't about him.

slowly, you started to ease down on his length, letting yourself feel it all. all the thickness, all the warmth, all the veins pushing up against your sweet spots. your mouth hung open, fingernails digging into the flesh of mingis shoulder as you made your way.

"holy shit-" was all mingi could muster, head falling forward at the overwhelming sensation. as you had made it on mostly, you started to move in teasing grinds against him.

"don't tell me you're gonna cum again, aren't you baby?" mingis cheeks glared a deeper shade of pink, ears burning as you leaned close to speak to him. your one hand laid on his shoulder, the other now on his perked nipple, twisting the swollen bud as mingis squirmed and whined under your touch.

"n-no, i can hold it i promise" mingis voice came out in a broken slur, cut off by a whimper as you moved your hips teasingly slowly up on his cock.

quickly you moved back into your previous pattern, grinding yourself back and forth, letting mingis abdomen hit against your clit as you moved. the sensation was building decently fast, especially with your previous orgasm falling short. as you went down a tad deeper than before, you felt yourself tighten around him, mingis skin twitching to the touch.

"you promise you won't cum again? hm? you can do that for me?"

mingi takes a moment, brain slow from the overstimulation, but nods slowly. you take it all in, slowing your movements for a second to watch him. the morning rays of sun painted his tan skin in gold, his black hair strands messed up, brown eyes with blown pupils, plump bottom lip shivering. you felt yourself clench at the sight, drawing out a noise from both you and mingi.

" 'm gonna cum first 'kay? you got that?" you spoke, picking up speed again. mingis head thrashed around as he chanted yes's in a haze of pleasure.

both hands against his toned chest, you let yourself move in precise movements, making sure to hit that special soft spongy spot inside you. mingis hands had left the bedspread by now, fingers tight against your hipbones again, not guiding; but keeping you going. he leaned forward to you, mouth landing on your exposed neck, sucking down on the skin, peppering down dark marks.

"shittt mingi-" you felt your peak nearing, the sensations around you sucking you into a blissful tornado. hands more urgent against you, tongue licking down the marks left behind, mingis skin burns against you.

"cum for me baby, please" he whispered against you neck, followed by a light whimper. his noises drive you overboard, the pure vocal stimuli making your brain turn into mush.

your thighs shake, only mingis hands keeping you open as you clamp down on his cock, your release creaming all around it. your head flew forward, laying down on his firm shoulder as your orgasm whipped through you, your hips still moving slowly. mingis thumb circled a comforting pattern into the skin of your thigh as you felt yourself falling from your peak.

you were so lost in your own emotional roller coaster, you hadn't even noticed the wamth seeping inside your pussy, only registering it as you rose to move off mingi.

"min?" you asked with a raised brow. rubbing the back of his neck, he chuckled slightly.

"- it was after you, i promise!" you smiled with a light laugh. as you sat down next to him, you spoke;

"you'll prove it to me next time"

"deal."

"Dr. Y/L/N, you will be following Dr. Park Seonghwa today," your supervisor said as she finished her pep-talk of the day. Your supervisor, Dr. Long was a very kind and positive woman, always quirky and bright and she gathered her interns every morning before work to cheer them up and motivate them.

You'd been an intern for a few months and you were slowly getting used to the hard work. You vaguely knew dr. Park from several heroic stories. All the women seemed to swoon over him as they gossiped about his fine looks every day.

Pediatrics was not the field you wanted to pursue but you figured a look couldn't hurt. You met dr. Park Seonghwa right in front of room 204 and suddenly you understood why all the women gushed over his beauty.

Dr. Seonghwa was a tall man with a sleek and defined look. His hair was slightly curly, tucked behind his ear while a few front pieces fell in front of his eyes. His nose was prominent, eyes big like boba pearls and lips thick and they looked like they'd be softer than all the fluffy kittens in the world. God damn.

"H-Hi, dr. Park, I'm your intern for the day," you introduced yourself. "Right, Y/N, I got the note that you'd walk with me today. If you have any questions let me know, okay? Let's get inside now, we're here to see a ten year old boy pre-op**," Seonghwa said as he guided you into the room.

"Good morning Kang-In, you look bright this morning," Seonghwa said with a smile as he greeted the boy named Kang-In. "Thanks doc, I'm feeling uplifted, I'm finally getting my surgery today! I've waited two whole years for my new heart."

"That's right, this is Y/N, she's my intern for the day, she will do a quick exam on you to check up on your stats."

Seonghwa watched you do the exam on the boy and asked you several questions to test your knowledge and he was surprised at your smart and quick answers. You got a kick out of it, watching his impressed expression and his small nodds.

The entire day was pretty fun, Seonghwa was still quite a young doctor and he told about his job with a lot of passion which intrigued you. When you laid in the on-call room that night you couldn't sleep. All you could think of was Seonghwa, the living example of perfection.

You looked around briefly, you're all alone. Would it be horrible if you slipped your hands into your panties just for a little bit? Deciding it would be okay you took your pants off, kicking it on the floor. You opened your legs and felt the damp spot on your underwear. You closed your eyes and slid your hand in your panties, rubbing your wet folds. "Mmh doctor," you moaned softly as you rubbed your clit, coating it with your arousal.

Suddenly the door opened and revealed dr. Park, his eyes widened at the sight of your bare cunt right in front of him. He closed the door instantly and froze for a few seconds just like you. ''What the hell are you doing?'' ''U-Uhm... Just...'' you stammered, not knowing what to do when your superior walks in on you touching yourself to the thought of him. ''S-Sorry sir, fuck I just-''

''Open those legs wider, I can't see it well enough.''

You felt like your heart stopped at those words, breath hitching in your throat. ''W-What? Sir...'' ''Well you obviously wanted someone to walk in on you, so you should at least give me a good show, right?''

You bit your lip and spread your legs wider, giving him a good view on your wet cunt. ''Why give a show when you could come here and taste it?'' This sentence went straight to Seonghwa's dick and before he could hold himself back he kneeled down in front of you, eyeing your glistening wet cunt up and down ''Christ,'' he cursed underneath his breath, ''What a beautiful fucking pussy... Who got you this wet, Y/N?''

Seonghwa licked a stripe up your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit. ''Y-You, I was thinking about you. Fuck, you're so hot doctor, you are so hot I couldn't help but think of having your cock stuffed inside me,'' you cried out. ''Fuck, you're such a little minx, I love slutty interns,'' he grunted against your pussy, lapping it up and down. His long and skillful tongue felt warm on your labia. Seonghwa's eyes stared deep into your soul, making you whimper.

''Fuck, I'll be your slutty intern, doctor,'' you moaned as Seonghwa dug his tongue deep into your core, fucking it in and out of your hole. You guessed he must fool around with all the women around here but you didn't care. In the moment you wanted nothing more than be used by him.

Your walls clenched around his tongue and you whined out his name. ''Please, it's not enough,'' you cried, ''I need your cock sir, please.'' He smirked against your pussy and lapped at your clit, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands desperately reached for his head full of curly raven locks of hair, grabbing them and pulling them slightly, making the doctor moan into your core. You wanted him badly but he would not budge, eating your pussy like a starved man.

''Fuck, you're such a good little wet slut, all for me to ruin, keep begging for my cock, princess,'' he grunted as he worked on your clit, sucking and biting on it as his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs. ''Y-Yes, yours, doctor! Y-yours to ruin!'' It was wrong, God, it was so wrong of you to sleep with him but why did it feel so good then?

Seonghwa pulled those thoughts right out of your brain again as he sucked particularly hard on your clit, making your hips buck up. You felt the familiar warmth coil in your abdomen and your body grew restless. He held you down and stopped you from moving and you couldn't do anything else but let him make you come undone.

The orgasm hit you like a truck, washing over you as you chanted his name over and over. Seonghwa rode out your high with his delicious tongue and finished it off by pressing soft kisses over your used pussy and thighs. He hurried to pull down his pants and underwear and get on top of you, lifting your legs up and letting them rest on his shoulders. Seonghwa gave you no warning as he pushed inside you, nearly folding you in half as he did.

Soon he started moving at a fast pace, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room definitely able to be heard on the other side of the door. You could swear you heard a few giggles coming from the hallway but Seonghwa didn't accept the fact that your thoughts were drifting off again. He went harder, faster and with his fingers he grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open. He spat in your mouth and ordered you to swallow, as you did.

A cry left your lips when he suddenly seemed to have found a sensitive spot inside you, something not many of your past lovers were able to do. ''You're such a good fucking slut for me, such a cute little pussy for me to fuck. You're gonna let me do this to you often, hm? Gonna let me fuck this pussy over and over whenever I want it, right?''

You mewled at his words and could only whine and nodd your head, nothing else processing in your head. The sensitiveness of your previous orgasm was building up to a second one and before you knew it you were clenching down on his cock, coming once more for him. ''That's a fucking good slut, that's it,'' he praised you.

He fucked you roughly, seemingly chasing his own orgasm. The doctor pounded into your pussy with such force you nearly forgot how to breathe. You dug your nails into the skin of his shoulders, moaning over and over. He cursed underneath his breath and his thrusts grew sloppier. ''You're gonna let me breed this pretty pussy right? Gonna let me fill it up with my cum? You're such a good little slut, such a good little fucktoy! Fuck, take it baby, take my fucking load,that's it!''

Seonghwa came with a loud moan and his hips stilled, cum spurting deep inside you. The two of you panted softly as he pulled out and laid down next to you. Before you could say anything to him his pager went off and you sighed. He pulled his underwear and pants up and hopped off the bed. ''This isn't over yet,'' he says with a wink before exiting the on-call room.

Your heart is already lodged somewhere high in your throat when Seonghwa pushes the door open.

With a shaky breath, you quickly consider the possibility of turning around and pretending you forgot something in the car. But Seonghwa’s hand finds the small of your back, guiding you inside before your nerves can convince you to run.

The apartment is warm, and the savory smell of something clearly meant to be cooked for hours—slow-cooked beef, herbs, onions, and vegetables—overwhelms your senses. Garlic, too, though whoever used it had been a little too generous. You scrunch your nose.

Seonghwa notices and a quiet laugh escapes him, and he pats your back once as if you’re a child caught making a face at their vegetables. "I'll go a little easier on the garlic next time," he murmurs fondly under his breath.

You blush, embarrassed that you reacted at all, your heart now beating even faster than before. But the clatter of a ceramic lid being set down on a countertop makes your head snap to the kitchen. 

Hongjoong is standing near the island, his back half-turned toward the door, leaning slightly over the slow cooker as he presses the buttons on it with increasing irritation. He's dressed in a slightly oversized sweater and a pair of loose gray sweatpants. His dark hair is a soft, messy disaster, sticking out in every direction like he’s been running his hands through it all night.

He hasn't noticed you yet. 

"형, 슬로우쿠커 고장난 거 같아," Hongjoong calls toward the doorway without looking up. His finger jabs another button. "아무것도 안 됐어. 시켜 먹어야 할 것 같아."

You obviously don’t understand the words, but you can tell from the way he's squinting at the crockpot that something isn't working. 

Seonghwa lets out another quiet chuckle behind you and nudges the door shut with the heel of his shoe. He guides you further into the apartment.

"It's okay, Joong," he says, switching to English for you to understand. "My date and I ended up eating out."

Hongjoong jumps so violently that he knocks the side of his head straight into the cabinet above him.

"아씨—!" he curses as he recoils, wincing hard and clutching the side of his head. The wooden spoon in his other hand lifts defensively as though it might somehow help. He rubs the sore spot with a tight grimace. "I forgot you were bringing back a—"

He turns around.

The rest of the sentence never quite makes it out as his eyes finally land on you. 

Whatever casual annoyance had been resting on his face disappears instantly, wiped away by a shock so visceral it freezes him in place beside the kitchen island.

Hongjoong goes perfectly still.

"...date." He says it like he's asking a question. Like the word doesn't fit the reality he's looking at. 

His eyes—usually so carefully averted around you—are wide and completely unshielded.

His stare moves over you slowly, cautiously, like he doesn’t quite trust what he’s seeing. It lingers on the low neckline of your velvet dress, your lip gloss glinting faintly when you swallow, and your hair falling over your shoulders. But his confusion only lasts for a second before his gaze hesitantly drops lower. His eyes lock onto the place where Seonghwa's hand disappears behind you.

For a moment, he just stares blankly at it. Then his face shifts again. The confusion gives way to something harder to read.

A sudden twist of guilt coils in your stomach, and you have to fight the instinct to pull your body away from Seonghwa. Hongjoong looks completely out of place in his own kitchen. You want to run across the room, to explain, to apologize, to do anything that might soften the look on his face. But Seonghwa's fingers flex against your spine, stopping you before you can move. 

"We went to omakase," Seonghwa says smoothly, shattering the silence that settled over the room. He's totally nonchalant, not even bothering to glance at his best friend. Instead, his attention stays on you, an adoring smile playing on his lips that would look innocent to anyone else. His fingers slide slowly from your back, tracing along your dress before wrapping confidently around your waist. With an easy tug, he pulls you closer. "Have you ever been, Joong?"

Hongjoong doesn't answer. He doesn't even look at Seonghwa. He goes silent, his eyes lingering on the place where Seonghwa’s hand is currently pressing into the velvet at your waist.

When his gaze finally trails back up to your face, the confusion is gone. His usual shyness is nowhere to be found. His face begins to twist: his expression tightens, contorting into strain. Your body squirms in Seonghwa's grasp.

"No," he says. His voice is short, clipped at the edges with a coldness that sends a shiver sliding down your spine. "I haven't."

You can't look away from him. Your pulse pounds in your ears as you stand there, still as stone. It worked, you realize in a panic. Oh my god. It actually worked.

"Well, it was incredible," Seonghwa says with a satisfied sigh, pretending not to notice the tension. He leans in closer to you, his face just a few inches from yours. "Wasn't it, angel?"

Hongjoong’s entire body goes rigid, his eyes snapping to his roommate as he registers what he called you. As you stare at him, you see his knuckles pale, draining of color as his hand clenches hard enough to strain the wood.

"It was," you manage to agree, your voice slightly breathless. You finally force yourself to look away from Hongjoong, swallowing hard as you turn your attention to the man holding you. "I'd never had fresh flounder like that before tonight."

"I knew you'd love it," Seonghwa smiles. He reaches up with his free hand, his knuckles brushing gently against your cheek as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

The silence that follows suffocates you. Hongjoong doesn't say a word, doesn't try to break it, but you can still feel his gaze on you.

"Ah, I almost forgot," Seonghwa says at last, finally dropping his hand from your waist. "I have a gift for you."

You blink, caught off guard. He never mentioned anything about a gift. Still, you force yourself to play along. "What?" you say, a small, nervous laugh slipping into your voice. "Hwa, you—you shouldn't have..."

At the sound of the nickname leaving your lips, Hongjoong’s eyes narrow from across the kitchen.

Seonghwa catches your eye and offers a tiny, barely-there wink before stepping away from you, walking backward toward the hallway.

"Wait right here, angel," he says. He turns and disappears. A second later, you hear the click of his bedroom door opening.

And just like that, you're left alone with Hongjoong.

The air in the kitchen feels like it's been sucked out of the room. You stand awkwardly in the space between the living room and the kitchen, staring down at the toes of your expensive heels, suddenly terrified to lift your head. But you can feel him—his attention locked on you. 

You've seen Hongjoong nervous before. You've seen him shy, overly careful with his words. You've seen him anxious, fidgeting with his glasses when he doesn't know what to say. And you've seen him strictly professional, retreating behind politeness when things drift into something past simple tutoring.

But as you finally gather the courage to lift your chin and meet his eyes across the room, you realize you have never, ever seen Hongjoong like this.

He looks away first, staring down at the granite as he slowly lowers the wooden spoon and sets it down beside the crockpot.

"So," he starts, his voice rough and a little nervous as he continues to avoid eye contact. One of his hands drifts across the counter absently, his fingers tracing the island's edge before tapping twice against the granite. "You and Seonghwa..."

He trails off. He doesn't finish the sentence. It's not even really a question, but as he slowly lifts his eyes back up at you, the look in them makes it very clear that he's waiting for an answer anyway.

You force your chin up, holding his gaze, though the nerves make your palms feel sweaty. But you refuse to ruin the plan by revealing how terrified you are. "I saw him on Thursday," you say, your voice somehow remarkably steady. "When... when you weren't at tutoring."

Something passes over his features before he straightens his posture again, pulling his shoulders back. 

"How are you feeling, by the way?" you add carefully. 

Hongjoong catches your tone right away. He stares into your eyes for a long moment, the muscle in his jaw shifting as he clenches it. 

"I..." He looks down briefly, both hands gripping the edge of the granite. "I feel a lot better now."

You swallow, forcing the tightness in your throat down as you nod. "You must've been sick for a while," you push back, remembering Seonghwa's words: don't let him off the hook. "I never heard back from you on Monday night."

Hongjoong doesn’t reply. His fingers curl tighter. You know he's smart enough to realize what you’re doing—he has to suspect, on some level, that you and Seonghwa are playing a game with him. But Seonghwa's acting had been flawless, and the doubt is clearly gnawing at Hongjoong. There's no way for him to prove whether this date was real or not. For all Hongjoong knows, the way you and Seonghwa had just been holding each other was real.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looks away for a second, visibly fighting to calm his simmering anger. When he looks back at you, his expression is different—contained. Carefully redirected.

"How..." he starts before clearing his throat to buy himself a second. "How was the substitute?"

Of course, he retreats to academics. But that's fine. This is the chance you were hoping for, the chance to make him feel what his absence did. Disappearing wasn't harmless, and it left you dealing with the consequences.

"He told me," you say carefully, "he didn't ever have to dumb things down for his other students like he did for me."

Hongjoong's face drops. 

"What?" he says, shock crossing his features with a subtle guilt following close behind. "He said what?"

Though you still feel bad about the plan, a bit of satisfaction slips in anyway.

You don’t repeat yourself. "I ran into Hwa after I left," you say, making sure to emphasize the nickname. "I was pretty upset, and he... he helped me." You pause, watching Hongjoong’s face contort through a million different emotions as the realization starts to set in. "Then he bought me a drink. Told me the only cost of it was to go on a date with him."

Hongjoong is silent, staring at you. You can see his mind racing behind his eyes. 

"And you..." he says quietly, his breath unsteady. "...you agreed?"

You nearly hesitate before you nod. "I did."

You refuse to break eye contact, even though your hands are shaking so badly you have to grip your bag to hide them. You don't give him anything more than that.

You can actually see his restraint starting to break: his shoulders have gone rigid, his mouth has tightened into a line, and his hands are still braced against the counter. And yet... he still says nothing. 

You begin to get more nervous with every ticking second. Why isn't he reacting? Seonghwa had been so certain that by now, you'd force somethingout of Hongjoong—he'd finally make a move, protest, or at least make some kind of jealous comment. Instead, you're left with nothing but that complicated, unreadable look.

"You look..." Hongjoong finally speaks, his voice lower than before. His eyes drag hesitantly down your body, taking in the careful way you put yourself together tonight—the dress in his favorite color—before gliding back up again. "...dressed for it."

You try your best to fight off your blush.

"I am," you reply, though your voice wavers with a slight tremble that makes you want to kick yourself. You pause, trying to smooth it over. "It was... fancy. Hwa is... definitely a gentleman."

You can see his tongue poke hard against the inside of his cheek as he bites something back.

"How so?"

"He answers my texts."

The moment the sentence leaves your mouth, you almost slap a hand over your mouth. Shit.

You didn’t mean to be so direct. The plan had never been to corner him outright. You and Seonghwa had explicitly talked about this: you have to play the game smoothly, beat around the bush instead of throwing your feelings straight at him. Otherwise, he might panic and run away again.

But it's too late. The words are already out there. And from the way Hongjoong stills, you know he understood them perfectly. He understands just how much his silence hurt you.

Hongjoong looks completely stuck, his mouth opening slightly like he's about to defend himself, but no sound comes out.

Before he can pull a single word together, you both hear the sound of footsteps.

Seonghwa steps back into the kitchen, either oblivious to what just happened or perfectly pretending to be. He’s holding a vinyl record, a small, silver bow taped to the plastic sleeve. He steps right into your space again, his arm sweeping confidently around you as he holds the gift out.

"Here you go, angel," Seonghwa says warmly. "Since you’re picking up Korean so quickly, I wanted to give you something to help you practice."

You blink and take the record. It’s IU’s A Flower Bookmark.

"Oh," you breathe out, surprised by the actual thoughtfulness of it. "Seonghwa, this is—"

But Seonghwa leans in until his lips are practically brushing your ear. You blink again; this wasn't the plan. You explicitly agreed to keep all the fake-flirting at a normal volume so Hongjoong could hear every last word of it. But Seonghwa's voice drops to a murmur meant only for you.

"Listen closely to track five. Meaning of You," he whispers, the warmth of his breath sending an unexpected shiver down your neck. "The lyrics reminded me of you."

Your heart does a strange stutter. You look up at him, your eyes wide. He’s looking back at you with a softness that isn’t just convincing for Hongjoong; it feels real to you. 

Is he... still acting? 

His hand resting purposefully on your waist, the genuine care in his eyes—it suddenly doesn't feel like a game anymore. The butterflies erupting in your stomach are unmistakably real.

You blush deeply, looking down at the record to hide the confusion written all over your face. "Thank you, Hwa," you murmur shyly. "It… it means a lot to me."

For a moment, it’s just the two of you, locked in a soft, quiet orbit.

"그건 그녀가 좋아하는 음악 종류조차 아니야."

All of a sudden, Hongjoong's voice shatters the moment.

You both snap your heads toward him.

Hongjoong has finally let go of the counter, but he isn't looking at you. His glare is fixed on Seonghwa; whatever he said was clearly meant only for his roommate to understand. 

Seonghwa, however, doesn't flinch. In fact, his grip on your body tightens. He meets Hongjoong's glare with a cool, nonchalant calm.

"그건 네가 뭘 안다고 하는 소리야?" he replies.

You discreetly nudge his arm with your elbow. "Seonghwa, what—what are you saying?" you whisper, your hands tightening around the IU vinyl. This was definitely not part of the plan. You don't understand a word they're saying, and the energy in the room has shifted around you. "I don’t understand."

He doesn't answer you. He isn't even looking at you anymore.

Hongjoong suddenly pushes off the kitchen island, his eyes locked on Seonghwa as he stalks past the two of you, heading straight for the large display of records in the living room. 

"선물 줄 거면," Hongjoong says, his back to you as his fingers aggressively flip through the stack of records next to his player, "적어도 그녀가 좋아하는 걸 줘."

You look up at Seonghwa, silently pleading for him to translate, to help you figure out what on earth is happening. But Seonghwa’s jaw is set, his eyes tracking his roommate with an impassive face.

Finally, Hongjoong pulls a sleeve from the stack. He turns around, marching straight back over to you. He stops much closer than he usually allows himself, invading the little bubble you and Seonghwa had built.

Hongjoong holds the record out to you.

"You said you liked GD," he says, his voice entirely different now in English. It's quieter, yet rougher around the edges, stripped of his usual composure.

You hesitate, your heart racing. You look into his eyes—searching for your tutor—but he's barely there. Slowly, you reach out and take the vinyl from his hands. You look down at the cover.

One of a Kind. G-Dragon. 

"Listen closely to track four. That XX." He pauses, swallowing hard. His eyes dart down to Seonghwa's hand on your waist before dragging back up to meet yours. "It's..." Hongjoong suddenly hesitates. "It's my favorite."

The apartment plunges into silence as you lose your breath. You can barely feel Seonghwa beside you anymore. All you can see is Hongjoong.

You know this song. It's been one of your favorites for years—besides, you remember stalking Hongjoong's Instagram, scrolling all the way to his very first post: a grainy video of him covering it. You know exactly what the lyrics say. 

What does that bastard have that I don't?

Your heart flutters. 

Why can't I have you?

Right now, Hongjoong is standing in front of you with everything he's been too afraid to say out loud completely bare in his eyes. He's confessing to you, right here, right in front of Seonghwa... but as your fingers grip the edges of the G-Dragon record, a frustrated ache blooms in your chest.

If you can do this through lyrics, you think, staring back into his eyes, why can't you just say it to me with your own words?

But Hongjoong doesn't seem interested in seeing if you understood the message. 

His eyes move to Seonghwa. It's a silent standoff, and you swallow nervously as you feel the air shake with all the things the two men aren't saying out loud. You clutch both records to your chest, feeling caught in the crossfire of a battle you don’t even understand.

Eventually, Seonghwa is the one to break it.

"Thanks for checking the crockpot, Joong," Seonghwa says. His voice is perfectly polite, but there’s a dismissiveness to it that leaves no room for argument. "But I think you could give my date and me some privacy now."

Good, you think, the breath trembling as it leaves your lungs. Back to the original plan. Whatever just happened between the two of them with the records, Seonghwa is steering the ship back on course.

Hongjoong falters. The intense look in his eyes fractures. He looks at his best friend with an unreadable expression.

"Right," Hongjoong says after a long moment. "I won't bother you. I'll just be in the kitchen."

It’s an absurd statement, considering the kitchen and the living room are essentially the same open space. But Hongjoong turns on his heel anyway,retreating back behind the island.

He yanks the plug of the crockpot out of the wall with unnecessary force. Picking up the wooden spoon he had abandoned earlier, he aggressively starts scooping out the ruined, slow-cooked beef, dropping it piece by piece into the trash can.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. You wince at the sound of the ruined dinner hitting the bottom of the garbage bag. Technically, he's giving you privacy—but his rigid back and the tense line of his shoulders make it painfully obvious that it's still very much the three of you in the room.

Taking advantage of the fact that Hongjoong’s back is turned, you tilt your head up to look at Seonghwa. You hug both the IU and G-Dragon records even tighter to your chest, leaning in close so your voice won’t carry over the aggressive scraping of the wooden spoon.

"Seonghwa..." you whisper, your brow furrowed with anxious confusion. "What just happened?"

Seonghwa looks down at you. The sharpness he had just directed at his best friend melts away instantly, replaced by a relaxed ease. He lowers his head, closing the distance between you until his lips are just a breath away from your ear.

"Don't worry about the specifics," he murmurs. A satisfied undertone coats his words, almost comically at odds with the tension floating around the apartment. "It’s going exactly how I thought it would. He’s getting jealous."

You dart a quick, nervous glance past Seonghwa's shoulder. Hongjoong is practically stabbing the inside of the crockpot now.

Seonghwa's hand resting on your waist flexes slightly to pull your attention back to him. He pauses, his eyes dropping to your lips before locking onto your eyes with a burning focus.

"But," he continues, "he still needs a little more of a push." The corner of his mouth ticks up. "Do you trust me, angel?"

You stare up at him, uneasy. Do you trust him? At this point, you really don't even know anymore. The lines between what's real and what's fake are blurring so fast you feel like you're losing your footing. Seonghwa's touch feels a little too warm, his acting a little too convincing, and the look in his eyes makes your stomach do another complicated flip.

But as another loud thwack echoes from the kitchen, you can't deny the truth: his plan is working. Hongjoong is breaking. He's undeniably at war with his emotions, fighting back the jealousy of seeing you on a date with his best friend. If you ever want Hongjoong to finally admit his feelings, you know that you have to see this through to the end.

Right now, Seonghwa is once again the only hope you have.

You swallow down the lump of anxiety in your throat.

"I do."

Seonghwa’s lips curve. 

"Good. Then it’s time to improvise."

He doesn't waste a single second. Without warning, his volume rises, leaving the whispers behind.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look in this dress, angel?" he asks, his voice carrying effortlessly across the open floor plan. He drops another wink just for you. "Blue really is your color. My favorite, too."

You flush, a sudden heat rushing to your cheeks. But out of the corner of your eye, you catch the immediate reaction from the kitchen: the furious scraping stops. Hongjoong’s shoulders tense, his back still turned to you both.

"You've only mentioned it about twenty times, Hwa," you giggle, trying to keep your voice playful despite the nerves eating away at you.

Seonghwa laughs. He moves both of his hands to your waist, his grip firm as he turns your body fully toward him.

"But you know what I haven't mentioned yet?"

You raise an eyebrow, your breath hitching as he pulls you closer. Is this really necessary? you think, glancing over to the kitchen. Hongjoong is facing the other way—he can’t even see how closely Seonghwa is holding you.

"What?" you ask, your voice betraying a tremor.

"Our dance."

Your eyes immediately dart toward the kitchen to see if Hongjoong heard him, but before you can even catch a glimpse of your tutor, Seonghwa's hand slides up your neck. Two of his fingers hook gently under your chin, guiding your face back to his. 

"Eyes on me," he murmurs under his breath before speaking louder. "You owe me, angel, remember?"

You stare up into his eyes. So... this is it? Another dance? 

But... Isn't this "improvisation" too similar to the original plan?

"I..." You want so desperately to look back at the kitchen, to gauge if Hongjoong is finally about to snap, but Seonghwa's thumb sweeps a distracting path across your jawline, demanding your full attention. You force the words out. "Of course I remember."

Caressing your cheek, he says softly, "Then follow me, angel. Let me finally have my dance with you." He pauses, letting a beat of silence stretch. "In my room."

Your heart stumbles over itself. The look Seonghwa is giving you right now is far more dangerous than anything you’ve seen from him all night.

Panic begins to claw at the edges of your mind. It's nearly exactly what you discussed, but for some reason, it feels wrong. Is this still part of the plan? Or is this "improvising" not for Hongjoong's sake at all?

Before you can really process what's going on, Seonghwa’s fingers slide down your arm, lacing through yours. He gives your hand a gentle tug, softly taking the vinyls out of your hand and placing them on one of the living room tables before leading you down the hallway.

He doesn't look back at the kitchen. He doesn't check to see if his plan worked. He walks, his grip on your hand warm, pulling you further away from the living room and closer toward the door of his bedroom.

Your breath gets trapped in your throat as the panic finally sets in, every step feeling like you are crossing a point of no return. 

This isn't supposed to happen. Hongjoong's supposed to stop you. Hongjoong's supposed to—

The loud clatter of wood hitting the floor freezes both you and Seonghwa in your tracks.

"걔 네 방에 안 가."

Seonghwa’s eyebrows shoot upward in surprise as he whips his stare behind you; clearly, he hadn't anticipated Hongjoong actually speaking up.

You instantly spin around. Hongjoong hasn't moved from his spot in the kitchen, his back still turned to you, but his knuckles are white where he's gripping the edge of the counter. His shoulders are locked, and his voice is so low and commanding that it makes goosebumps flare over your skin.

And yet still, you have no idea what he just said.

Seonghwa pauses in his spot halfway down the hallway. He stares at the wooden spoon discarded on the floor.

"Relax, Joong," Seonghwa says slowly. "It's just a date."

"그럼 다른 여자랑 사귀어." 

Hongjoong finally turns around. The look on his face makes your breath catch in your throat. He's staring at Seonghwa with the most cutting glare you've ever seen.

Your brain scrambles, desperately sifting through the flashcards and tutoring lessons, trying to decipher what was just said. 그럼... then. 여자...woman. 사귀어... was that 'to meet'? No, that was 만나요. You mentally kick yourself as you realize you can't quite piece it together. 

Seonghwa meets Hongjoong's furious glare with total stillness. He lets the silence stretch for what feels like an hour before he speaks again.

"왜? 내가 데이트하자고 했어. 걔가 좋다고 했어."

You feel yourself starting to panic. You don't understand a single syllable of Seonghwa's words. He's talking too fast, too aggressively. You look frantically between the two men, completely lost. Why is he doing this? Seonghwa promised he wouldn't speak in Korean; the whole point of the plan was to let Hongjoong—and you—hear everything. 

"굳이 걔한테 물어볼 필요 있었어?" Hongjoong practically growls, abandoning the kitchen island and stalking toward the hallway until he stops just a few feet away from you. His voice drops into a furious whisper. "다른 사람도 많잖아."

"왜 네가 신경 써?" Seonghwa shoots back.

Hongjoong's jaw locks. Seonghwa takes a purposeful step closer to his bedroom door and wraps his hand around the handle. 

You freeze, your heart plummeting into your stomach as your mind screams at you. Why is he actually trying to go inside? Hongjoong is right here! He's stopping us! Isn't this what the goal was? Why isn't he letting up?

"너 걔 좋아해서?"

Seonghwa's thumb rests on the latch. 

Hongjoong freezes. The anger in his eyes fractures, breaking into something painful. When he speaks, his anger is quieter.

"알잖아, 나…" He swallows, his voice nearly breaking. "나 걔 좋아한다고."

Seonghwa goes quiet. You stare at him, begging for him to tell you what's going on, but he simply watches his best friend with an unreadable look, the tense air thick enough to choke on. Then, slowly, he pushes the handle down. The door clicks open.

"그럼 영어로 말해."

Hongjoong goes dead silent. He doesn't move a muscle. He stands there in the hallway, his eyes wide and panicked, staring right at Seonghwa. And when he doesn't speak... Seonghwa doesn't wait. 

He steps backward into the dark room, his hand tightening like a vise on your waist, and spins you inside with him.

It's so sudden that you gasp, stumbling as the world blurs around you. 

The room smells just like Seonghwa's cologne tonight, shadows draping over his bed and desk, but you can't focus on any of it. Your head is spinning. You don't know what was just said. You don't know what is happening. All you know is that you put every ounce of your trust into Seonghwa's hands, and as you stand trapped in the dark of his bedroom, it suddenly feels like a horrible decision you can't take back.

Through the half-open doorway, Hongjoong is rooted to the floor of the hallway. His hands are balled into fists so tight his knuckles are trembling.

"왜 이런 짓을 한 거야?" Hongjoong asks, his voice thick.

But Hongjoong isn't looking at his best friend anymore.

His eyes shift directly to you.

He looks at you standing in the middle of Seonghwa's bedroom, dressed in the beautiful blue dress you picked out just for him to notice. His gaze drops to Seonghwa's hand, still resting possessively on your waist, before trailing back up to your wide, terrified eyes. You stare back at him, silently pleading. Please, your eyes beg him. Say something. Do something. Before it's too late. 

Seonghwa’s hand slides up your back.

"못 해?" he murmurs, staring straight at Hongjoong. "그럼 내가 데려간다."  

Seonghwa pulls you by the waist and twists your body so you're fully facing him. The shadows of his dark bedroom cloak him, painting the focus in his eyes even more intense than before.

He leans down until his mouth is hovering right over your ear.

"Angel," he whispers, his voice so low it’s hidden from the man in the doorway. "I need you to keep trusting me."

Trust him? Your chest heaves as you take shaky breaths, looking up at him with wide eyes. You cannot trust this man. You don't even know what game he's playing anymore, or if it's even a game to him at all. Every instinct in your body screams at you to shove him away, bolt past him, run out of the apartment without looking back. It's over. It didn't work. If Hongjoong is willing to stand there and watch you get dragged into his best friend's bedroom without intervening, then nothing will ever force him to confess.

But before you can pull away, you turn your head.

Hongjoong is still there, framed by the warm light of the hallway, perfectly still. It's as though he forgot Seonghwa was even there. His eyes are still locked entirely on you.

The anger from a moment ago has drained away, leaving his face devastatingly blank, but his gaze is so heavy it feels like it's just the two of you in the room. You can't hear Seonghwa breathing beside your ear. You can't hear anything at all. Hongjoong isn't leaving; he hasn't retreated to his room or turned his back. He came after you.

It has to mean something, you realize, your breath trembling. He wouldn't still be standing there if he didn't care. You stare into his eyes, and Seonghwa's words echo in your racing mind: He just needs a little more of a push.

You tear your gaze away from the doorway, looking back up at the man holding you. Taking a final shaky breath, you give Seonghwa a single, imperceptible nod.

The moment you signal your surrender, his hand yanks you against his chest. Another quiet gasp escapes your throat. His free hand comes up, his long fingers sliding against your skin to cradle the back of your jaw, tilting your face up to his.

There's no hesitation. No gentle, questioning brush of lips.

"Angel..." he murmurs, the word ghosting across your lips as he leans in.

He crashes his mouth against yours, like he's been starving for this exact moment all night. Your mind goes white. The apartment, the plan, the man in the doorway—it all dissolves, shrinking down to nothing but the heat of Seonghwa's mouth and the bruising pressure of his hands holding you captive.

His thumb strokes across your cheekbone as he deepens the kiss, parting your lips. The arm banded around your waist tightens, crushing the velvet of your dress until there is absolutely zero space left between your bodies.

Suddenly... you've forgotten why you're here.

Without realizing you're even moving, your fingers fly up, clutching desperately at the front of his shirt. That tiny, breathless surrender seems to snap something. He groans quietly as his hand slides from your jaw to the nape of your neck, his grip tightening as he angles your head and kisses you deeper, savoring the taste of you. Your head spins, the lingering anxiety burning away into a heady, intoxicating fog as you melt entirely against him, lost in the overwhelming softness of his lips—

"그만."

Seonghwa freezes. His long fingers go still against your jaw, his warm breath hovering just a millimeter from your swollen lips. Your eyes flutter open, the haze of the kiss shattering as your brain struggles to process the growl that just ripped from the doorway.

Seonghwa’s eyes flick over your head. The shift in his demeanor is instantaneous—the seductive warmth vanishes, replaced by a calculating gleam. Slowly, he lets his hand fall away from your face.

Only then do you dare to turn your head.

Hongjoong steps over the threshold, and the sight of him makes you suck in a breath. He doesn't look like your tutor anymore. His chest is heaving with erratic, shallow breaths, his dark hair is a mess, and his eyes are practically burning holes into you behind his glasses. There's no confidence radiating from him; only desperation. 

But instead of letting you go, Seonghwa’s arm wraps tighter around your waist. He pulls you backward, away from Hongjoong, into his chest so hard you stumble.

"I thought I said to use English, Joong," Seonghwa says, locked on the man stalking toward you.

Hongjoong closes the distance in a few strides, stripped of all usual caution. He stops just inches away from where Seonghwa is gripping you. He's so close. You look over his body, seeing the faint tremor in his shoulders, the adrenaline running through his veins making him vibrate. His face is twisted into a bitter smirk, but there's absolutely no humor in it—it's pure jealousy.

"손 떼," Hongjoong whispers. His voice shakes on the first syllable.

Seonghwa lets out a slick smirk of his own. Instead of obeying, his hand slides from your waist to the curve of your hip. "She didn't seem to want me to stop."

Hongjoong’s eyes snap down to you. He takes in your flushed cheeks, the rise and fall of your chest, your lips still swollen from his best friend's mouth. A noise escapes his throat. He reaches out. His hand trembles before his fingers touch your skin, tracing the line of your jaw, his rough, urgent touch completely lacking Seonghwa's smoothness.

"You... You're too smart to be playing games like this, ____." 

Your lips part on instinct. Your lungs refuse to give you air. You're frozen, pinned between the desperate need for the man you've been agonizing over for months and the desire for the man caging you against him.

"Tell me..." Hongjoong says lowly, ignoring Seonghwa now. "Did you want him to kiss you?"

You can't speak. When you don't answer, Hongjoong’s jaw locks so hard you can see the muscle jump beneath his skin. His hand suddenly tightens, his fingers digging into your cheeks as his eyes fixate on your lips—the exact spot where Seonghwa just kissed you.

"씨발…" he growls under his breath, his chest rising and falling. "박성화, 죽여 버릴 거야."

He stares at your mouth for another second, and when you let out a quiet whimper at the pain of his hands on your face, whatever tether was holding him back snaps.

Hongjoong's eyes blaze as he tips your face up and crashes his mouth against yours.

There's nothing gentle or practiced about it; his kiss is angry, unplanned, a collision of teeth, his tongue forcing past your lips, violently trying to wipe away every mark of Seonghwa from your mouth. He pants against your mouth, his breath hot and ragged as he kisses you like he can't stop himself. His hand slides into your hair, gripping tightly as he pulls you closer.

Butterflies twist violently in your stomach. You melt into the brutal, uncoordinated heat of it, leaning closer into him as your own tongue rises to meet his crazed pace. Your thoughts finally go entirely, blissfully blank, overwhelmed by the feeling of him finally, finally taking what he wants, leaving you with only one thought echoing in your head:

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—

But while Hongjoong is kissing you breathless, his hand sliding down your jaw to wrap a desperate grip around the front of your neck, Seonghwa doesn't just back away.

His fingers begin trailing up your sides. The metal tab of your zipper is suddenly pulled down the length of your spine. A breathless little gasp spills straight into Hongjoong’s mouth. You instinctively arch your back away from Seonghwa’s hands, accidentally pressing your chest against Hongjoong.

Hongjoong breaks the kiss with a ragged breath. He's panting, staring down at you darkly. His lips part, his throat bobbing like he’s trying to drag the words out of it, but nothing comes out. He’s mute, his hand gripping your neck and keeping your face tilted toward him, his eyes blown wide.

"It’s easy, Joongie," Seonghwa taunts from behind you. He tugs the zipper all the way to the base of your spine, but he doesn't slide the dress off your shoulders just yet. You feel him lean down, his fingers gently brushing your hair out of the way. His lips press a kiss against your shoulder. "Three words. Just like this."

Seonghwa slowly trails open-mouthed kisses along the line of your shoulder blade. His hands grip the curve of your hips tightly as he works his way up the column of your neck. Your eyes flutter shut. The contrast of Hongjoong's panicked energy and Seonghwa's slow worship is intoxicating. Your head threatens to fall back against Seonghwa's chest, stopped only by the hold Hongjoong still has on your neck.

Seonghwa's lips reach the shell of your ear.

"I like you, angel."

He gently takes your earlobe between his teeth, nibbling just hard enough to send heat straight down to your core. A helpless whimper slips past your lips.

At the sound, Hongjoong’s eyes snap from your mouth up to your eyes. "Don't make sounds like that for him," he grits out. His fingers flex, his grip on your neck tightening, a reflex that only draws another involuntary whimper from your throat.

Seonghwa chuckles between soft, wet nibbles down the side of your neck. "Why shouldn't she?" he murmurs. "I'm the one making her feel like this." 

As he speaks, one of his hands slides up from your hip. It grazes your stomach, inching higher and higher until it rests over your chest. Through the loosened fabric of your dress, his hand cups your breast, squeezing gently, kneading the sensitive flesh as his teeth graze your collarbone.

"Tell him how good you feel," he whispers against your skin.

"I... I..." you stammer, your mind melting as your eyes flutter shut again. Seonghwa hums, prompting you to go on. "I... I feel so good, Hwa..."

You feel his satisfied smirk press into the skin of your neck. Without warning, Seonghwa opens his mouth and sucks fiercely at the sensitive sweet spot beneath your ear, pulling a loud, breathy moan from your lips.

Your hands flail blindly, desperately needing to latch onto something in the overwhelming pleasure. One hand reaches back, your fingers tangling into Seonghwa's dark hair.

Your other hand lands squarely on Hongjoong's shoulder.

Then, beneath your palm, you feel it—his entire body quivering.

"그가 널 기분 좋게 해줄진 몰라도," Hongjoong mutters as his eyes bore relentlessly into yours. You don't understand the words, but the way his fingers tighten at your throat makes you gasp. "네가 원하는 건 나라는 거 알아."

"이젠 아니야," Seonghwa nearly groans in response. He ignores the lethal warning in his roommate's eyes, sliding his other hand up your stomach to join the first. He kneads both of your breasts through your dress, his hips slowly pressing into your backside as he sucks harder at your neck. "나랑 보낸 밤 이후로는."

"이 자식," Hongjoong hisses through his teeth. His eyes flick past you to the bed behind Seonghwa before his jaw tightens, his free hand sweeping your hair off the other shoulder, baring your skin as he forces your chin higher. "그럼 내가 누군지 다시 깨닫게 해줄게."

He crashes his lips against yours again, but this time, it's somehow even rougher, angrier, more possessive. The hand at the front of your throat squeezes, using the leverage to pull your body forcefully forward, trying to wrench you out of Seonghwa’s hold.

Seonghwa refuses to let you go. His hands tighten, working needier and hungrier over your chest.

Hongjoong breaks the kiss, his lips trailing a hot, frantic path across your jawline and down to your exposed collarbone. You're trapped. You're pinned between the bodies of two men, your mind numb as they devour both sides of your neck simultaneously. You whimper as Hongjoong's teeth scrape against your skin. 

It's too much. Your knees start to buckle, your head spinning. A desperate sound tears from your throat. "H—H—"

"It's Hwa, angel," Seonghwa groans wetly against your skin, his thumbs brushing over your peaks.

"Hongjoong," the other man grunts, a demanding correction. He doesn't bother to release your neck, his mouth moving up the column of your throat, leaving messy marks everywhere his lips touch.

He trails up your jawline until his mouth finds your ear. He bites down on the cartilage, pulling at it with his teeth, an aggressive nip that makes you gasp. Then, you feel the wetness of his tongue laving over the bite.

He pulls back just an inch and whispers.

"침대 위에서." 

Finally, you can make out what he's saying.

On the bed.

You freeze in place, panting. Goosebumps erupt all over your flushed skin. Behind you, Seonghwa’s movements halt, his hands still resting on your chest.  

Before you can even process the command—before your weakened legs could possibly follow it—Hongjoong takes matters into his own shaking hands.

He grabs you by the waist, his fingers digging into your sides, and forcefully yanks you out of Seonghwa's arms, pushing you backward. 

The back of your knees hit the mattress, and you fall onto Seonghwa’s bed.

Your head bounces softly against the pillows, but you don't even have a second to catch your breath. Hongjoong follows you down. He cages you in, his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of your hips as he hovers over you, his dark, frantic eyes tracing the lines of your heaving body.

"눈 나만 봐."

Hongjoong's command is sharp, but there's a catch in his breath underneath it, like he's forcing it to be firm. 

There are just enough vocabulary words in that short sentence for your brain to translate through your haze: Eyes. Me. Only. Look. Keep your eyes on me.

You obey without a single thought, wide-eyed and breathless, staring up at him as he hovers over you.

"알겠어?" Do you understand? Hearing that strict tone coming from Hongjoong's lips sends a rush of heat to your core on the spot. You nod quickly, incapable of forcing any words past your throat.

He reaches down, his hand still visibly trembling as his thumb comes to rest against your cheek. He caresses your skin softly, like he's still afraid to touch you. "Smart girl," he praises quietly.

As his thumb softly brushes across your cheekbone, the panic in his eyes seems to stall. He looks dazed, like it's finally registering in his brain that he has you here, beneath him, yielding to him.

"존나 예쁘다," he breathes out. 

So fucking pretty.

You stare at him, your whole body catching on fire at the realization that your tutor is talking about you—talking to you—like that.

His thumb slowly slides from your flushed cheek down to your mouth, brushing roughly over your bottom lip. Almost like it's second nature, your lips part. A tiny, disbelieving smirk starts to tug at the corner of his mouth—the reaction of a man who can hardly believe what he's seeing, learning what he's allowed to do in real time. His thumb slips past your parted lips, coming to rest heavily on your tongue.

Without thinking, you close your lips around it and start sucking softly.

Hongjoong sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes darken, filling with lust from watching you take him into your mouth. The last threads of his composure finally melt away as he stares down at your wide, doe-like eyes.

"I’ve been staring across that table for so long," he says, his voice wrecked, his free hand sliding from your jaw to grip the side of your neck. "Wondering if I’d ever actually get to touch you the way I imagine."

His fingers flex against your pulse point, feeling how fast your heart is racing for him. He smirks, knowing you won't understand what he says next.

"오늘 밤… 내가 항상 원했던 거, 가질게."

You blink up at him, sucking softly as you try your hardest to translate, but it's no use.

Hongjoong's smirk widens as he pats your cheek at the attempt.

"진짜 아름다워."

Seonghwa's whisper cuts in from beside the bed. He steps closer, looking down at you. You glance up at the two men hovering like predators above you, the sight stealing your breath so suddenly that you nearly choke around Hongjoong’s thumb.

Seonghwa’s eyes are gentle yet simmering with desire, his gaze tracing the lines of your body like you're something he’s been imagining he’d only ever see in a dream. But Hongjoong... Hongjoong is staring at you with pure possessiveness. Your usual awkward, hesitant tutor is completely dead and gone, replaced by a man pushed so far over the edge by jealousy that he's finally brave enough to take what he wants after months of denying himself.

Hongjoong’s gaze drops to your mouth, completely enraptured by the wet, soft sound of you sucking on his thumb. Slowly, his dark eyes glide down your body, tracking the heavy velvet of your dress where it clings to you.

"이 드레스 예쁘네," he says lowly, his voice becoming raspy as his eyes lock onto the curve of your chest. "내가 좋아하는 색깔." His trembling hand slides from your neck, his fingertips tracing the fabric. "이런 드레스 더 만들어 줄게."

You have no idea what he's saying, but your eyes widen even more when he slowly slides his thumb out of your mouth. It slips past your lips with a quiet, wet pop.

Without breaking eye contact with you, Hongjoong nudges Seonghwa sharply with his elbow. "벗겨."

Your breath hitches. A vocab word. Take it off.

Seonghwa scoffs, bristling at being ordered around in his own bedroom. He reaches down, his fingers tracing the exposed line of your waist where the zipper is wide open, and mutters defiantly. "내가 때가 됐다고 생각하면 이거 벗길게."

Hongjoong barely reacts. His dark, blown-out eyes flick to his roommate. "그녀를 기분 좋게 해주고 싶지 않아?" he asks quietly. "벗겨."

Seonghwa doesn't look at him, but a soft sigh escapes his lips. He reaches down, his fingers sliding gently through a strand of your hair.

"You really are beautiful," he murmurs. He smirks down at you, but the look in his eyes is gentle. "Relax for me. I'll make you feel good."

Hongjoong’s own smirk returns as Seonghwa slowly starts slipping the dress off your shoulders.

"네가 그녀를 기분 좋게 해줄 순 있어," Hongjoong says as his eyes rake over your bared skin. "하지만 걘 나를 봐."

Seonghwa drags the fabric down over your chest, fully exposing the lace of your bra. His hands slide to your waist, giving your sides a gentle tap to prompt you. You shakily arch your back off the mattress, allowing him to slide the dress completely down your hips and off your legs. He smiles softly as he folds the velvet neatly before setting it gently on the floor. 

You're left in nothing but your bra and panties, exposed under the heated gazes of the two fully clothed men above you.

The dress barely touches the floor before both men move. 

Hongjoong's shaking hands dart out, his fingers wrapping tightly around both of your wrists. With one swift movement, he pins your arms above your head against the mattress. 

But Seonghwa refuses to be shut out. 

While Hongjoong pins you down, Seonghwa moves to the foot of the bed, stepping between your legs. His hands trace unhurried paths up your bare calves and over your thighs, pushing your knees apart, spreading your legs. He leans down, pressing unbearably soft, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His hands slide up to cup your hips while his thumbs trace over your panties.

A shaky gasp escapes your throat. Your back naturally arches off the mattress, reaching for Seonghwa’s hands, your head instinctively turning as you try to get a glimpse of what he's doing between your legs despite Hongjoong pinning you down.

The needy whimper you let out for the other man makes Hongjoong's eyes flash.

"나만 보라고 했지," he snaps. 

Before you can even process the demand, Hongjoong dips his head, and his mouth crashes against your collarbone—right over the exact spot Seonghwa had kissed so gently before Hongjoong pushed you to the bed. But where Seonghwa is careful and teasing between your legs, Hongjoong is losing control entirely. He sucks and bites at your skin, leaving his own bruised marks in his wake. 

You moan softly, your hips helplessly bucking up into Seonghwa's hands.

You feel a wet heat pool between your legs as Hongjoong pulls back. He stares unabashedly down at your chest, at your breasts hidden beneath your bra. 

He shifts his weight, releasing one of your wrists. He uses his free hand to cover the cup of your bra, his fingers squeezing you roughly through the fabric.

"I try so hard to be professional," he confesses, his voice still trembling as that same hand slides around to your back, pulling another subconscious arch from your spine. "But when you're sitting there... looking at me with those eyes while I'm trying to tutor you..."

He trails off, biting down hard on his bottom lip as his eyes drag down your trembling body. His fingers hook around the clasp of your bra.

"You make it impossible to remember why I shouldn't touch you."

With one rough, impatient tug, he unclasps your bra. Your breasts immediately spill out into his waiting hand, and he yanks the delicate lace away, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

At the same time, Seonghwa's fingertips hook around your panties. He drags the thin material down your legs, his knuckles brushing against your shivering skin, until he slides them over your ankles and drops them softly to the floor next to your dress.

His hands trace back up your calves and over your knees, spreading your legs wider. A rush of air hits your skin, and the realization crashes over you: you're completely, fully exposed beneath them. Naked, trembling, and entirely at their mercy.

Hongjoong's eyes are consumed by the sight of your bare chest. His hands cup your breasts, kneading the soft flesh with a trembling grip. He watches the sight of his own hands on you, swallowing hard before breaking his stare and smashing his lips against yours again.

His kiss is messy and urgent. He trails his open mouth down your jaw, sucking another harsh mark into your neck, before working his way down to your chest. As his mouth reaches your breast, he traces soft, wet circles around your nipple with his lips. Without warning, he flicks his tongue over the sensitive peak.

A surprised moan tears out of your throat. 

Hongjoong pauses, looking up at you through his suddenly fogged-up glasses. He quickly rips them off and throws them somewhere on Seonghwa's beside table, a smirk pulling at his lips as he keeps dragging his tongue over the peak, his other hand roughly kneading your other breast.

"Sensitive, 자기야?"

Before you can even gasp out an answer, he closes his lips and sucks hard. You moan, squeezing your eyes shut, hands balling into the bedsheets as you become overwhelmed by his touch. He suddenly pinches your other nipple between his fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your already dripping core.

"눈 나만 봐," he repeats, his fingers pausing their torment. 

He waits, refusing to move another inch until your fluttering eyelids snap open.

"좋아," he praises, his voice shaking. Good.

He sucks even harder. He squeezes and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger with such rough, possessive desperation that you cry out, your back arching high off the mattress to press yourself deeper into his mouth. “Hongjoong—”

While Hongjoong is fully claiming your top half—kissing, licking, and sucking bruises all over your chest—you can’t see what Seonghwa is doing; you can only feel him. He presses impossibly soft kisses against the inside of your knee. Flushing hotly under Hongjoong's devouring mouth, you instinctively try to squeeze your thighs shut to hide yourself.

But Seonghwa’s hands clamp down on your knees, holding you in place.

"No," he murmurs, his thumbs stroking your skin. "Don't hide from me, angel. I want to see all of you."

He kisses a path from your knee up to your inner thigh. You shake uncontrollably, whimpering and moaning as your brain short-circuits from the dual stimulation. He stops right before he reaches your core, leaning in close just to get a good look at how slick and needy you are for them, pressing hot kisses to your upper thighs.

"예쁜 보지..." he says under his breath. "나 때문에 이렇게 젖었네…" 

A grunt rips from Hongjoong's throat, his lips pulling away from your breast with a wet smack.

"넌 대체 한 게 뭐야?" he mutters, glaring down the length of your body at his roommate. Hongjoong moves his mouth to the soft side of your breast. He bites down and sucks, leaving yet another mark on your skin. "이거 다 나 때문이잖아."

Seonghwa's tongue suddenly darts out, dragging a long, wet stripe straight up your soaked folds.

A violent jolt shoots through your entire nervous system. You cry out loud, your head tossing to the side against the pillows.

"Hwa!" you moan out, your eyes rolling back into your head as his tongue begins circling your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Hongjoong recoils at the sound of his roommate's name falling from your lips. His jaw locks, a wave of jealousy crashing over his features. He instantly bites down harder, his hands gripping your waist, punishing you with pleasure just to make you scream his name instead.

"내 이름 불러," he commands, his hot breath hitting your skin. Say my name.

"H—Hongjoo... Ho... Joong…" you stammer, your voice wrecked.

"크게 말해."

Your mind goes hopelessly blank. Seonghwa’s tongue is lapping over your dripping core, sending wave after wave of blinding heat through your body. The overload of both men devouring you makes it impossible to translate in your head.

When you just lie there whimpering, Hongjoong stares dead into your unfocused eyes. He cocks a dark eyebrow, a new blend of the tutor you know and the wildly jealous man you're trapped beneath.

"Don't know what that means?" he tsks. He shakes his head, the disappointment in his expression making you feel incredibly small and desperate to please him. "And here I thought you were making progress with your listening."

"I am," you whisper helplessly, practically moaning the words out as Seonghwa presses two long fingers against your slick entrance, teasing but refusing to push inside. "I... I am..."

Hongjoong's eyes are unyielding as he holds you on the very edge of your sanity.

"Will you listen carefully?"

You nod frantically, your eyes squeezing shut as your hips buck upward, begging for Seonghwa’s fingers to just enter you already.

"Yes!" you sob out. "Yes, I will!"

You put all your strength into focusing on his words, desperately trying to focus as Seonghwa's fingers slowly start to press inside your dripping hole. His tongue relentlessly teases your clit, but you force your wide, teary eyes to stay locked on the man hovering over your face.

"혀."

Vocabulary—tongue. You nod once, frantically. He sees the understanding click in your eyes, and he reaches down, his pointer finger tapping against your closed lips.

"내밀어."

His fingers tap your lips again, making you obey before your brain finishes translating.

Sucking in a shaky, whimper-filled breath, you part your lips and stick your tongue out for him. Hongjoong's eyes narrow as he leans down, his mouth curling right above yours.

He spits, letting his saliva land right on your tongue. 

"삼켜," he whispers. 

Swallow.

You obey instantly, swallowing it down and sticking your tongue back out to prove it.

A grin breaks across Hongjoong’s face, utterly intoxicated by your submission. He pats your cheek. "좋아. 내 모범생."

Good. My star student.

Seonghwa’s fingers suddenly start moving inside you. He'd slipped them all the way in without you realizing—you were too consumed by Hongjoong even to notice. A loud, broken moan escapes you as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of your slick heat, his mouth latching onto your clit at the same time.

Hongjoong watches you fall apart under his roommate’s fingers hungrily, tracking every buck of your hips. 

But as your breathing turns into high-pitched sobs, Seonghwa gets too swept up in his own lust. Panting, he pulls his mouth away from your pussy, his eyes glazed over. He reaches down for the buckle of his own pants, clearly intending to take exactly what he’s been teasing. While he fumbles with his belt, he crawls up your body to capture your lips for a desperate kiss.

But Hongjoong's hand shoots out, gripping his wrist and stopping him. When Seonghwa groans and tries to pull his arm back, Hongjoong shoves a hand hard against Seonghwa’s chest, pushing him back against the mattress. 

"안 돼," he orders. No. He glares down at Seonghwa. "입술은 내 거야."

Seonghwa stares up at Hongjoong, wiping his mouth—still wet from your slickness—with the back of his hand. There's a smugness in his eyes, knowing he successfully pushed his friend to his breaking point, and he doesn't fight him. He yields, pulling back just enough to let Hongjoong take the reins as he works on unbuckling the rest of his belt.

Hongjoong's eyes look back at you.

A breath later, his expression hardens. 

He moves, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your hands and knees, his grip harsh, sweaty, and jealous. You let out a startled squeak as your bare knees sink into the mattress, your back arched with your chest pressed to the pillows. Hongjoong kneels behind you, his dark eyes raking over your exposed core already wet with both your desire and what Seonghwa left behind. 

You glance over your shoulder, wrapping your arms around one of Seonghwa's pillows to steady your trembling body. You gasp as you watch Hongjoong's hands fly to his waistband, shoving his pants down his thighs. 

His cock springs free, his erection hard, twitching, and already glistening red. He's so thick that his own fingers hardly wrap around his girth as he strokes it slowly, watching your reaction with an unreadable look. 

There’s hesitation in the way he breathes, his chest rising and falling, like he’s taking one final second to memorize exactly what he’s about to do before he crosses the line of no return.

Then, something shifts in his face. He reaches out, his fingers tangling roughly in your hair, and forces your cheek down into the mattress, completely cutting off your line of sight.

You let out a startled whimper as you feel him line his tip right at your entrance, his hands clamping down hard on your hips to lock you in place. But just before he pushes inside, his hand leaves your hip to point a shaking finger over your back, aiming right at the empty space at the head of the bed.

"가서 입에 물려," he orders, his voice trembling through the command. 

You try to lift your head, straining against his grip on your hair to look over your shoulder and gauge what he just said. But before you can move, a shadow falls over you. You blink through the hazy, overstimulated fog.

Seonghwa is kneeling at the head of the bed, right in front of your face. He's pulled out his own length from his pants, not nearly as thick yet much longer than Hongjoong's, already dripping with precum. He smiles down at you, that gentle look returning to his eyes. His hand wraps around his base, stroking himself as he guides his throbbing tip right to your parted lips.

"You're doing well for us, angel," he murmurs, his fingers brushing away the hair in your face. "Now open up."

You open your lips, taking Seonghwa’s cock into your mouth.

Behind you, Hongjoong's hands grip your hips tighter, his thumbs digging into your skin. He leans over your back, his hot breath hitting your ear as he looks down at you from behind.

"You've wanted this just as long as I have, haven't you?" he asks, his voice trembling with pent-up desire.

You shake violently as Seonghwa starts to thrust into your mouth slowly, but you nod frantically, trying your hardest to look up at your tutor.

But a nod isn't enough for him. His grip turns bruising, demanding words. "말해." Say it.

You pull back from Seonghwa just an inch, a desperate tear slipping down your cheek. "네. 나… 너 갖고 싶어." I want you.

Hearing his own language fall from your lips in such a broken, needy confession seems to shatter him fully. 

"우리 처음 만났을 때부터… 계속 이 생각만 했어," he whispers, his fingers shaking as his voice cracks. "지금… 나만 생각해."

He thrusts his hips forward, burying his thick cock deep inside your tight hole in one push. 

You scream, the sound completely muffled by Seonghwa’s cock as he guides his length right back into your mouth. Your fingernails dig into the bedsheets, the bedframe shaking as Hongjoong begins to fuck you from behind. His hips snap forward without any rhythm, completely uncoordinated, relying solely on the instinct to stretch you, hitting that deep spot inside you over and over again.

In front of you, Seonghwa strokes your hair, taking in your muffled sobs around his cock, thrusting his hips gently into your mouth. 

"Look how good he’s making you feel," Seonghwa moans, staring down at you sucking him, your body jerking as Hongjoong pounds into your cunt. "Just take it, angel. Give it all to Joong."

Hongjoong leans his weight over you, his hips bucking as his chest slides against your sweat-slicked spine. His free hand reaches blindly around your side to roughly play with your breasts, tweaking your nipples as he fucks you breathless.

"씨발, 존나 조여…" he curses between pants, his hips slapping wetly against your thighs.

Seonghwa moans above you as he guides his cock in and out of your mouth. "Are you really that tight, angel?" he groans, watching you take his friend. "씨발... I bet you feel so fucking good..."

"내 거… 넌 내 거야," Hongjoong grunts. His pace accelerates, his thrusts growing faster as you moan out his name. You're crying, drooling, and choking around Seonghwa’s cock, taking Hongjoong's dick, completely breaking apart. Your knees wobble beneath you, threatening to give out as you feel his length twitch inside you, sending hot sparks to your core and dragging you closer to the edge. 

Hongjoong feels your legs shaking and slides his hands down your ribs, locking around your waist to hold you up.

"무릎 꿇고 제대로 받아," he orders, angling his hips to hit the spot that makes your eyes roll back.

Seonghwa pulls his hips back just enough to let his length slip from your lips, his thumb reaching out to gently wipe the spit and tears from your chin. "You hear him? Stay up on your knees and take it right," he whispers. His eyes are completely glazed over as he watches his best friend stretch you out. "Show him what an angel you are."

You let out a broken, breathless sob, trying to nod. Hongjoong hits the very back of your walls and grinds there, his hand pinching your nipple hard.

"내 좆으로 가득 차서 예쁘게 우네," he groans. 

Seonghwa pushes past your lips again, thrusting sharply in time with Hongjoong's brutal pounding. "씨발..." His own voice is shaking now. He strokes your hair, breathing heavily.

Time distorts. You can no longer separate Hongjoong's filthy Korean from Seonghwa's breathy English. You moan both their names blindly into Seonghwa's cock.

Hongjoong's thrusts lose all rhythm, his control cracking, giving way to his desperate need. 

"내 모범생," he growls, his voice cracking on the words. "진짜 미치게 완벽해."

Seonghwa’s hands tangle tightly into your hair, holding your head in place as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. "Come for him," Seonghwa begs you, his eyes squeezing shut as he gets closer. "Please, angel..."

"H—Hong—Hongjooong—!" you sob out, letting Seonghwa slip from your lips, your fingernails shredding into the pillows as the orgasm rips through your body. Your walls clench violently, milking Hongjoong's cock with stuttering spasms.

Hongjoong lets out a guttural groan at the feeling of you coming around him. He grabs your hips, buries himself as deep as he physically can, and releases inside you with hot, relentless pulses.

In front of you, Seonghwa grips his own cock, his eyes rolling back. He strokes himself furiously as he watches his best friend finally take you over the edge, a loud, helpless moan ripping from his throat as he finishes in thick ropes right onto your chest and the sheets beneath you.

Hongjoong stays slumped over your back, his forehead resting against your shoulder blade as his chest heaves. He's trembling just as hard as you are, his grip on your hips slowly loosening as the last few shuddering pulses of his orgasm bleed out of him.

Slowly, he pulls out. You hear the wet sound of him sliding out of you, the only sound other than the ragged gasps tearing from all three of you.

Without Hongjoong holding you up, your arms give out.

You collapse forward onto the mattress, your cheek hitting Seonghwa’s damp pillows. Your whole body feels like liquid. Your muscles twitch with the aftershocks of your climax. You can barely even keep your eyes open.

Behind you, the mattress shifts as Hongjoong falls back onto his heels.

In front of you, Seonghwa slumps back against the headboard, his long legs sprawled out. His chest rises and falls rapidly. Glistening sweat covers his entire body. He wipes a hand roughly over his mouth, his dark eyes slowly trailing over your exhausted, shivering form, taking in the messy proof of exactly what they just did to you.

As the haze of the orgasm finally starts to clear, your brain slowly begins to form thoughts again. 

What did we just do?

You force your heavy eyelids open, using whatever strength you have left to push yourself up onto your elbows. You look over your shoulder.

Hongjoong is sitting at the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. The man who was just cursing at you in filthy Korean is gone. You can practically see the panic replacing the jealousy. When he senses your gaze, he looks over at you. His eyes dart to your bruised lips, down to your chest covered in his best friend's release, and then to his own shaking hands resting on his thighs. He looks shocked by what he just did.

You shakily turn back around as you hear Seonghwa shifting against the headboard.

He grabs a box of tissues from the nightstand, tossing it gently onto the bed. He looks at Hongjoong's panic and lets out a breathless sigh.

"네가 이겼어, 중아," he murmurs. His voice is raspy, stripped of the seduction from earlier. His gaze, however, softens as he looks at his best friend. "이제 영어로 말할 준비됐어?"

Hongjoong flinches. He looks back at the wall, swallowing hard, his jaw ticking.

Seonghwa pulls one of the tissues out of the box and gently wipes his release from your chest, careful not to touch you too harshly. Once you're cleaned up, he pauses, brushing the sweaty hair out of your face and smiling softly at you. He lets his thumb caress your cheek one last time before he reaches over to a pile of clothes, picking up one of his random hoodies thrown carelessly to the floor.

"Here, angel," he says, holding it out to you. "Let's get you covered up."

Trembling, you reach your arm out to take it.

"No."

Hongjoong croaks the word, staring at Seonghwa's hoodie in your hands. 

Before Seonghwa can react, Hongjoong reaches down and grabs the hem of his own sweater. He pulls it over his head, leaving himself bare-chested at the edge of the bed.

He crawls forward, his hands shaking with the sweater in his grasp. He pulls it over your head, helping guide your arms through the sleeves, hiding your body from view. The care in his hands is so gentle it aches, but his eyes refuse to meet yours.

After you're dressed, he quickly turns away, hastily pulling his sweatpants back up and tying the drawstring. He stands up, staring firmly at the closed bedroom door. 

"Come with me," he says. His voice is hoarse.

He doesn't wait to see if you follow. He just turns, grabs his glasses from the dresser, and walks out into the hallway. 

You hesitate for a moment, your legs trembling as your bare feet softly touch the hardwood floor. You pull the oversized sleeves of his sweater over your hands, trying to sink away from what just happened. But before you follow Hongjoong out of the room, you glance back one last time.

Seonghwa is still leaning against the headboard, his breathing finally steady. A satisfied look rests on his handsome face. He catches your eye and smiles.

"Thank you for such an incredible night, angel," he says, giving you a slow, teasing wink.

You still have no idea what his true intentions were tonight. You don't know if he just wanted to break his best friend or if he genuinely wanted a piece of you for himself. But as you look at the empty doorway, you realize it doesn't matter anymore. He did exactly what he promised. He pushed Hongjoong over the edge.

You give him one last look before stepping out into the hallway, following after Hongjoong. 

He leads you past the kitchen, past the crockpot still sitting on the counter, and pushes open the door to his own bedroom.

You follow him inside as he holds the door open for you. Your heart is pounding in your throat, but for an entirely different reason now. The lust is gone, replaced by the terrifying anxiety of what comes next.

Hongjoong stands in the doorway for a second. His hand grips the handle tightly. The anxious, overthinking tutor you know is back, standing on the precipice of a reality neither of you actually thought you'd ever have.

He looks at you, swallowed up in his sweater. With one last, shaky breath, he steps fully inside the room. 

Hongjoong shuts the door behind you.

translations:

형, 슬로우쿠커 고장난 거 같아. Hyung, I think the slow cooker is broken.

아무것도 안 됐어. 시켜 먹어야 할 것 같아. Nothing's cooked. I think we’re going to have to order. 

아씨—! Damn it!

그건 그녀가 좋아하는 음악 종류조차 아니야. That's not even the kind of music she likes.

그건 네가 뭘 안다고 하는 소리야? What would you know about that?

선물 줄 거면… If you’re going to give her a gift...

적어도 그녀가 좋아하는 걸 줘. At least give her something she likes.

걔 네 방에 안 가. She’s not going to your room.

그럼 다른 여자랑 사귀어. Then date another woman.

왜? 내가 데이트하자고 했어. 걔가 좋다고 했어. Why? I asked her on a date. She said yes.

굳이 걔한테 물어볼 필요 있었어? Did you really have to ask her?

다른 사람도 많잖아. There are plenty of other people, aren’t there?

왜 네가 신경 써? Why do you care?

너 걔 좋아해서? Because you like her?

알잖아, 나… You already know… I...

나 걔 좋아한다고. I like her.

그럼 영어로 말해. Then say it in English.

왜 이런 짓을 한 거야? Why did you do this?

못 해? You can’t do it?

그럼 내가 데려간다. Then I'm taking her.

그만. Stop.

손 떼. Take your hands off.

씨발… Fuck…

박성화, 죽여 버릴 거야. Park Seonghwa, I’m going to kill you.

그가 널 기분 좋게 해 줄진 몰라도… He might be making you feel good, but...

네가 원하는 건 나라는 거 알아. I know it's me you want.

이젠 아니야. Not anymore.

나랑 보낸 밤 이후로는. Not after the night she spent with me.

이 자식. This bastard.

그럼 내가 누군지 다시 깨닫게 해줄게. Then I’ll make you realize who I am again.

오늘 밤… 내가 항상 원했던 거, 가질게. Tonight… I’m going to take what I’ve always wanted.

진짜 아름다워. Truly beautiful.

이 드레스 예쁘네. This dress is pretty.

내가 좋아하는 색깔. My favorite color.

이런 드레스 더 만들어 줄게. I'll make more dresses like this for you.

내가 때가 됐다고 생각하면 이거 벗길게. When I think the time is right, I’ll take it off.

그녀를 기분 좋게 해주고 싶지 않아? Don't you want to make her feel good?

네가 그녀를 기분 좋게 해줄 순 있어… You might be able to make her feel good...

하지만 걘 나를 봐. ...but her eyes are on me.

나만 보라고 했지. I told you to only look at me, didn't I?

자기야? Baby.

예쁜 보지... Pretty pussy...

나 때문에 이렇게 젖었네… You got this wet because of me...

넌 대체 한 게 뭐야? What the hell did you do?

이거 다 나 때문이잖아. All of this is my doing.

크게 말해. Say it louder.

내밀어. Stick it out.

입술은 내 거야. Her lips are mine.

가서 입에 물려. Put it in her mouth.

우리 처음 만났을 때부터… 계속 이 생각만 했어. Since the first time we met… this is all I've thought about.

지금… 나만 생각해. Right now… only think of me.

씨발, 존나 조여… Fuck, you're so tight...

내 거… 넌 내 거야. Mine… You’re mine.

무릎 꿇고 제대로 받아. Stay on your knees and take it right.

내 좆으로 가득 차서 예쁘게 우네. You're crying so prettily, filled up with my cock.

내 모범생. My star student.

진짜 미치게 완벽해. You're so fucking perfect.

네가 이겼어, 중아. You won, Joong.

이제 영어로 말할 준비됐어? Now... are you ready to say it in English?

@ queenofsa1gon, 2026. please do not steal, copy, or translate my work! thank you <33

bzzt!

bzzt!

— The faint buzzing in your purse caused you to perk up ever so slightly, hands reaching into your small purse to dig out your phone.

The buzzing seemed to catch the attention of your teammate, and “date”, Victor. His large bat ears twitching as he glanced over at you for just a moment before returning to the back of the drivers head.

“Robert?” Victor questioned, his gaze still locked forward. He was fully aware of whatever weird HR violation you and Robert had going on, often being subjected to hear you ramble about it after work every day…hence why he’s even your date tonight in the first place. You want Robert’s attention, his jealousy. So of course he would help you, like any good friend.

And dammit, if Victor wasn’t ecstatic at the opportunity to piss off Robert. Two birds with one stone.

“God, i hope so.” You grin, biting your glossed up lip as you open your phone, the bright glow causing you to squint for a moment as it illuminated your face in the dark car, all the while you pointedly ignoring the small head shake and snicker Victor gives you. Though the moment your eyes land on your message notifications, they practically light up.

Robert : 8:38pm —

“ Hey.”

“On your way yet?”

You scan over the text quickly before your fingers are flying over the keyboard, typing up a response so uniquely you that you’re sure Robert rolls his eyes when you send it.

You : 8:39pm —

“Why? Do you wanna see me that badly?”

You wait impatiently for his reply as you watch the 3 bubbles pop up in the corner of your text, heeled foot tapping against the floor of your Uber. Meanwhile Victor’s getting invested now, his blinded gaze finally leaving the back of the drivers head as it makes its way to you. “What’d he say?—Actually, what did you say?” He questioned as his eyes narrowed for a moment.

“Just wait…he’s typing.” You huff in response, to which Victor holds his hand up in mock surrender.

Robert : 8:41pm —

“Maybe. Is that an issue?”

You nearly squealed like a school girl. You were an absolute sucker for your ridiculously hot ( and miserable ) boss-of-sorts. The way he seemed to handle your attitude and teasing so easily…the idea of it made you dizzy and fuzzy in the legs. You quickly shook off the thoughts—you had to reply; and fast.

You : 8:43pm —

“Mmm…no.”

“Just wanted to hear you say it.”

You grinned at your own reply, but before you could even think at what he would say, his reply was sent.

Robert : 8:43pm —

“Thought so. Let me know when you get here.”

It's like he nearly predicted your text.

What he couldn't predict? The fact that you wouldn't listen.

You've arrived at the banquet with not as much as a text to Robert about your arrival, your arm was snuggly wrapped around Victors as the two of you walk inside, allowing yourself to admire the large ballroom.

A gorgeous high painted ceiling with dangling chandeliers, your eyes darting around the circular ballroom to the velvet-floored hallways, each leading to a guest's suite, your rooms keycard now snug in your purse.

"Hey...i'm gonna leave you alone for just a sec, alright?" Victor suddenly speaks up, his tone suspiciously sheepish.

"Victor-?" You spoke up, only to see a small white baggy peak from his pocket as he walked off, his arm untangling from yours. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"I'll meet you at the table!" He calls over his shoulder, giving a small wave before he disappeared into the crowd.

"Asshole.." You muttered, letting your gaze scan the room, eyes lingering for an extra second on familiar faces...and when the eyes you felt burning into the back of your skull became almost unbearable, you finally crane your neck, looking over your shoulder to meet the gaze of familiar-dark and serious, eyes.

Just as a grin began to form on your lips, you were suddenly tugged forward when a familiar Australian accent rang out in your ears.

"Late, as always," Malevola teased, pulling you along to dance. "Y'know, Robert's been looking for you since he got here,” She snickers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the two of you swayed.

"I know, he texted me." You replied with a grin, taking the moment to glance back over your shoulder.

And you couldn't hide the shiver you felt when you realized he was still looking right at you.

You decide to play it off, flashing him a smile before turning back to Malevola, your conversation inaudible to Robert from across the room as he narrowed his gaze in your direction, almost desperately trying to read your lips.

"If he keeps this up, he'll burn two holes into your head at this rate," Malevola spoke up over the music, almost sighing as she shakes her head.

"You think so? We've played longer games of whatever this is, believe it or not." You replied, nearly grinning to yourself as you swirled the wine in your glass--which you had swiftly taken from a waiters tray when he breezed by with the quick offer.

"Maybe you should give him a break? Actually speak to him?" Malevola questions, almost, just almost, feeling bad for Robert with your obvious teasing.

"Probably...I was hoping he'd decide to come up to me..but I guess he's being patient," you huffed, cheeks puffing for just a moment before looking back at Robert. only to find him seated at a table. Alone.

"...But I've never been patient, honestly." You shrugged, giving Malevola a swift wave before turning on your heel and making a beeline for Robert, eyeing his black satin button up and the way it fit him in a way that was almost sinful.

When you finally made your way over to Robert, you sat down beside him, your chair facing his as you leaned an elbow onto the table.

"You never texted me," Robert spoke up the moment you sat down, forcing himself to keep his gazed locked on his drink. "Was it on purpose? Or do you just enjoy fucking with me—?" He questioned, his tone laced with sarcasm as usual, but a hint of something else was in his voice. restraint, maybe?

"Maybe. Is that an issue?" You mocked, quoting his text from earlier with a shit eating grin on your face.

His gaze immediately narrowed, biting back whatever slick comment was on his tongue. "Don't even start being like that. You—.." He cut himself off, whatever he was planning to say dying on his tongue almost immediately when he felt your heel graze the inside of his calf.

He nearly gave a sigh.

"Don't what?" You spoke, honeying your tone as you played oblivious, heel running up and down his leg slowly.

"Don't...just don't be an ass, yea?" He suddenly spoke up, rough hand grabbing your ankle under the table to stop you—and to give himself a moment to think about anything but the way you look in that dress. "Quit it, will you?" He mutters, keeping your ankle firm in his grasp.

But you didn't miss the way his thumb ran across your skin for just a moment.

Before you could speak, he sighed, pressing his forehead against his own glass of wine, his eyes shutting for a moment before they opened to find your gaze. "By the way, you...you look—" He began, his eyes trailing down your form before he was cut off by a voice behind him.

"Well! You've finally Arrived, Phenomenal!" Katon speaks up, his chest puffed out and confident as usual. Meanwhile Roberts eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at the interruption.

But It was Katon, Phenomaman of all people. You wouldn't choose him over Robert, that much Robert knew. You knew it too.

So when you agreed to his invitation to dance, you didn't miss the way Robert nearly shattered his glass in his hand at being blown off for the umpteenth time tonight. He was seething.

Dammit, he was needy. And you in that god forsaken dress wasn't helping him at all right now.

You spared him a singular glance over your shoulder, giving him a look and a wave before you blended into the crowd with Katon to dance.

But to Robert, you did the exact opposite. You stood out in the crowd to him like a sore thumb. Your figure swaying along with Katon--and it was pissing him off immensely. You should be dancing with him, you knew that.

So why were you so insistent on being difficult?

He saw you. Saw the way you kept glancing back over in his direction. The way you swayed a little more when your back faced him. He saw it all.

So when you excused yourself from Katon to the ballrooms balcony, he was on his feet following you.

You gave a deep sigh as you leaned on the balcony's railing, the air refreshing on your lungs and the breeze cooling down your skin, until you were suddenly warm again, looking down only to find two arms on either side of you, the familiar black satin rolled up to the elbows to reveal the even more familiar scars.

"Robert,—"

'"What the fuck are you playing at? Huh?" He suddenly snapped, his voice warm against your ear. "You've been acting up all night, the hell's your problem, huh?" He adds, grabbing you firmly by the waist as he spins you around, his gaze burning into yours.

"...Been driving me crazy all god damn night, care to explain why that is?" His voice just barley above a whisper as he speaks, his gaze dropping down to your lips for just a moment before returning to yours, quietly waiting for your response.

You had to fight for your damn life to fight back the smirk that threatened to form on your lips. You had been driving him crazy all night...and you loved the way it was turning out. "I don't have a clue what you're talking about Robert, I've been socializing, who says ive got time to be worrying about you?—"

Roberts grip tightened on your waist, tugging you closer till your noses nearly touched. "Don't give me that bullshit right now. I've been keeping my eye on you. you know I have." He spoke, the end of his sentence sounding almost breathless as his hair gently blew with the wind. His gaze locked on yours.

"I know," You whispered in return. Your own gaze unwavering, stone hard against his own as your hand moved to caress his shoulder, pulling him closer ever so slightly.

"God dammit," He sighed, pulling away as he stepped back, running a hand through his hair then down his face as he turned away from you for a moment, taking in a deep breath--like he was trying to control himself, undoing the top button of his shirt before finally turning back to you. "you—"

"What're you two doing out here? Party's inside, bitches," Alice's voice suddenly rang out, her half pink and half blue bob seeming brighter under the balcony lights, causing a grin to fall onto your lips at Roberts frustration. he looked like he was about to snap.

"Yea...we—" You began before Robert spoke over you, his gaze still locked on you as he spoke over his shoulder. It seems no one could finish their sentences right about now.

"We..were just about to head back inside." He spoke, his tone suspiciously measured as he raised his brows at you in silent warning.

Only when Alice walked back inside did Robert Practically pounce on you, leading you back inside by the wrist as he kept his gaze cool and measured as you both weaved through the crowd and upstairs--to the suites.

"Thought you were all calm and collected Robert, what happened to 'not in a business setting'?—" You snickered as he practically shoved you into his suite. Your purse sliding off your arm onto the small dining table.

Though, before you had the chance to admire the absurdly large Suite SDN gave him, you were being spun around, stumbling until your lower back hit the back of the suites gray couch. One of Roberts hands landing firmly beside you on the couch, the other on your waist as he pulled you in, his lips finally crashing onto yours.

It wasn't soft, it was needy, desperate. Like he had been aching for this moment and was finally letting It all out. His tongue swiped against your lips before slipping past, giving a soft groan as he pressed closer to you.

The kiss was dizzying. He barley gave you a moment to breath, leaving you gasping against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling breathlessly when he picked you up by the thighs, staggering to sit on the couch with you perched on his lap.

His hands were greedy, exploring every inch of your body they could reach as his lips stayed on yours.

"Never knew you were so needy," You teased against your mingling breaths, only for him to wrap his hand around the nape of your neck and pull you back into the kiss.

"Shut it." He muttered in reply between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip enough to make you gasp before slipping his tongue back past your lips. His free hand finding purchase on your hip, holding you down firmly on his lap.

You couldn't help the moan that slipped past your lips as he held you down against his lap, feeling something—him, between your legs. You felt a rush of pride as you rolled your hips against his own, pulling a gasp from him before he held your hips still.

"You keep pushing your luck," Robert muttered, pulling back from the kiss as his hands rested on your hips, his thumb running over the skin of your dress as he tightened his grasp periodically.

He fought back a grin when you followed his lips for a moment when he pulled away, scoffing at the small, almost unnoticeable frown that formed on your lips.

You wanted to make a sly remark—anything, just for the sake of being difficult. Yet you only found yourself staring at him, not quite catching whatever look he gave you before Robert—to what you could only name, manhandled you over his lap, one hand holding you down while the other rested on the back of your thigh.

“Maybe.., I should fix that.” He spoke with a quick raise of his brows, tone cool and measured as he began pulling your dress up, the fabric scrunching up right on your hips to reveal your panties underneath.

Your gaze widened at the sudden predicament you found yourself in, collecting your thoughts before looking over your shoulder at Robert as your hands held the side of his thigh tightly.

“You wanna spank me?” You nearly laughed. Robert was the most vanilla looking man you’ve ever seen in your life. No way in hell was this man kinky—let alone into spanking. “You wouldn’t, no, you couldn’t! You’re the same guy who looked at sonar weird for liking cuffs—shit!”

Your ridicule towards him was cut short by a your gasp, followed by a sudden stinging and loud ‘clap—!’ as his hand landed down against your skin, the area slowly beginning to feel warm.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He questions with feigned curiosity, his hand rubbing the reddening skin of your ass as the other held your back down.

Your hands squeezed the cotton fabric of his slacks as you took a moment to recover from the sting, your gaze firm on the carpet floor of the suites living room. "Hah—you are fucking unbelievable, Robert..” You breathed out, a grin forming on your lips.

“If you wanted to touch my ass that bad, could’ve just asked, y’know.” You teased, before you felt his hand land once—then twice, each hit on a different cheek as you kicked your legs up with a small squeal.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart?..you make it sound so easy,” He spoke, his voice lower then before as he gave a sigh through his nose.

Smack—!

“As if you wouldn’t tease and tease, like you already have been all night.” He continues, his hand rubbing the tender skin as he chooses not to comment on the way your thighs squeeze together, only moving his hand to hold them apart.

“Robert—“ You huffed out, trying not to sound as breathless as you actually were. “I thought you’d hit harder than that,” you murmured, grinning at your own comment.

“jesus, you just don’t know when to quit it, do you?” He muttered, suddenly yanking you up so your back was pressed hard against his back, his knees keeping your legs pried open. Before you even had the chance to comment he landed another smack onto you, except this time right between your legs.

“Shit—!” You jolted, your thighs tensing as they tried to close, but his legs kept you open—vulnerable. Your hand reached back to tangle itself in his hair behind you, taking a moment to tug on his brunette locks, the other bracing itself on his thigh.

Robert’s hand slid down from your knee, his fingers grazing over the dampening patch on your panties. “You love this shit, don’t you?” He mutters quietly against your ear, almost like a realization.

He doesn’t flinch when you tug at his hair, only letting his fingers lightly brush over your panties once more before slowly moving to pull them aside, 2 of his rough fingers trailing up and down between your slit. “Fucking soaked. You get off from driving me god damn crazy, pretty? Being all rough with you cause’ you pissed me off?” He spoke, and he nearly scoffed when you gave a soft sigh.

“Mhm…pissed off is a damn good look on you,” You breathed out with a smile as you felt his finger circle your clit, hands tightening in his hair again for just a moment. Your back arched against his touch as he pressed down a little harder, his free hand rubbing up and down your waist.

“you’re annoying as all hell, i hope you know that.” He mutters quietly agaisnt the skin of your neck, his lips brushing your pulse as he nips at the warm skin before soothing the sting with a lick.

“You love it,” You teased, and all he gave in response was a small hum against your neck before his hand on your waist slid down, slipping in 2 fingers, letting them curl agaisnt your gummy walls. His other hand remaining focused on your clit, teasing with feather light circles.

“Mmn—God..” You moaned softly, biting down on your bottom lip as your hips rocked against his fingers, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as he continued peppering kissing and leaving bruising marks along the column of your throat. He gently groaned when you tugged on his hair again, his hips bucking up instinctively before relaxing.

His fingers continued their ministrations, scissoring you open as he kept his face buried in your neck. Your moans and whines made it increasingly difficult not to just fuck you stupid on the couch. When he pulled away from your neck, His hand slipped away from your clit, slowly dragging up your body, grazing your hardened nipples before wrapping around your throat.

Not enough to make it hard to breathe, but enough to let you know he could—and would, if he was tempted.

You whined at the loss of his hand, but it was quickly forgotten when his fingers brushed against that soft spot inside you, starring your vision for a moment as you squirmed, your breathing becoming labored.

“Look at you now, what happened to all that talk, hm? Haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re all whiny.” He couldn’t help but snicker, tightening his grip for a moment when you didn’t reply. “I asked you a question, pretty girl. Answer it.”

You bit at your bottom lip, your hand coming down from his hair to cup your boob, toying with your hardened nipple as your hips squirmed, letting your clit grinding against his palm.

“Keep going,” You breathed—begged. You could be difficult later, right now all you wanted was for the knot forming in your stomach to be satiated.

Robert gave a half-hearted scoff as a small smile fell onto his lips. “Thought so,”

His forearm flexed as he began to quicken the pace of his wrist, your cunt squelching with each thrust of his fingers. Meanwhile your back arched, hands toying with your breast as you moaned you pleas of ‘being so close.’

"Ngh, fuck! Robert, m'comingm'coming—!" You gasped out, vision nearly blurring as one of your hands grasped his wrist, feeling the knot in your stomach come undone as you tried to catch your breath, your thighs shaking as he kept them pried open.

When he finally felt you squeeze around his fingers, his grasp on your throat loosened slightly, letting you ride out your high as his continued to pump his fingers until you began to whin that it was 'too much'.

"Oh, so now you wanna complain?" Robert mocked, his hands rubbing the inside of your thighs before maneuvering you—slightly gentler than before, as he puts you on the floor, the soft carpet grazing your knees as you knelt infant of his man-spread form.

You finally caught your breath, hands resting on Roberts knees are you gazed up at him, eyes glossed over with need. "What? You want me to suck your dick?" You questioned between deep breaths, a grin forming on your lips as you gazed up at him.

"And if I do? You gonna do it, or you going to whine that it's 'too much' again?" He snickered, only for his smile to falter slightly as you reached for his slacks, hurriedly tugging down the waist band along with his boxers, his cock suddenly springing free.

You took a moment to admire him, his cock long and veiny, twitching with need as a drop of precum dripped down the side from his reddened tip. You took him into your hand, gently stroking him as you leaned forward, your gaze never leaving his as you licked your lips.

“You think I can't take it? You've really gotta cool your ego, Rob–” You began, continuing to be difficult as always until Robert took ahold of his cock from you, swiftly leading your head closer by your jaw and squishing your cheeks to open your mouth.

“Open up. Tongue out.” He ordered, his tone not leaving room to argue.

You didn't hesitate to stick out your tongue, feeling the weight of his tip against it as he slowly began sliding himself deeper into your mouth–inch by inch, every bob of your head taking him deeper.

“You wanna act like you can take it? Then take it, and stop fucking talking for once,” He nearly groaned. His head tilted back as his hand found purchase in your hair, guiding your head across his length. Meanwhile you gave a small moan around his cock as he guided your head, gagging around his length.

“Fuck, youre so pretty like this..should keep this bratty mouth stuffed more often, hmn?” He mocked, pushing your head down til your nose brushed against his pubes, leaving you there gagging. Robert moaned your name quietly under his breath, his breathing becoming ragged and deep as he ran his free head over his face.

He kept you there till he felt your nails dig into his thigh, only then did he finally pull you back, giving you a moment to breathe as you gasped and coughed. When you finally calmed down, he guided your mouth back onto his cock, watching as your thighs squeezed and rubbed together before your hand slowly drifted down.

“Hands off.” He spoke up, and when you didn't listen, he pushed your head deeper. He only eased up when we watched your hands fly away from in between your legs.

“Mmnf–” You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him twitch in your mouth as his eyes rolled back, his chest beginning to rise and fall harshly.

“Shit, sweetheart, m’almost there. Keep going for me, alright?” He breathed out, his hips instinctively bucking into your mouth as you continued to gag around his length. The moment he felt your tongue trace a vein on the underside of his cock, he swore he saw stars. His whole body tensed as he came undone, his hand holding you down as he came down your throat, the feeling of you swallowing around him prolonging his high.

He let go of your hair, letting you pull back as you coughed, your voice hoarse and scratchy as you spoke with a hand coming up to fix your now tousled hair. “That's all you got?” You scoffed, keeping up that same attitude as you looked up at him, but it was obvious you were starting to crack.

Robert couldn't control the breathy laugh that left him, sitting up as he met your gaze. “Listen, if you wanted me to fuck that attitude out of you, y’couldve just said that.”

You couldn't even think of a response before he was picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. arm wrapped firmly over your back as he made a beeline for the bedroom.

“I can walk by myself, Robert. Put me down–fuck!” You spoke, squirming in his grasp until he landed another firm smack onto your ass, causing you to tense up as you looked back, only to find him already looking back at you.

“No. Quit the squirming already.” He replied before looking forward and opening the room door.

The moment he tossed you onto the bed, you were surrounded by a plush blanket, looking up at the curtains that surrounded the circular canopy bed. Yet you only had a moment to take in the room before Robert began to undo the ties, letting the curtains fall around the bed, effectively hiding you two from the rest of the world.

“What’re you–” You began to ask, keeping that smug look on your face as you looked in Robert's direction, knelt in front of your laid out figure.

“Strip, pretty.” He interrupted suddenly, fully taking off his belt that had already been undone in the living room and tossing it beside you. “Because as much as I love you in that damn dress, I need it off. Now.” He admitted, his eyes trailing up and down your form.

“Cant even ask nicely?” You snickered, taking your time as you sat up on your knees, keeping your gaze locked on his before you slowly–teasingly, began to take off your dress, finally letting it fall off your body as it pooled around your knees, laying back down to fully pull it off.

And he smirked to find that, to his pleasant surprise, you wore no bra. Better for him.

Without another word, he leaned forward, one hand resting beside you while the other squeezed your waist, pulling you up to meet him as he kissed you just as greedily as before. Teeth clashing, tongues tangling around one another as you moaned into the kiss.

He removed his hand from your waist, moving to undo the buttons of his own shirt as he kept his lips on yours. The moment he got to the last button, he pulled the satin fabric off, prying it from his arms behind him before tossing it god knows where, his hands rushing back to find your skin–you. He breathed deeply as his hand tangled in your hair, his hardening cock pressing against your thigh before he began moving down, trailing hot opened-mouth kisses down your hickey adorned neck and sternum until he reached the lacey hem of your panties,

He gave a huff before tearing them without a second thought, his low gaze immediately landing on your blushing clit, not hesitating when he leaned down to kiss and suck on it as you tossed your head back, thighs squeezing around his head before he pulled back.

“Turn around for me.” He whispered, placing one last chaste kiss against your clit before taking your hips to guide you as you turned onto all fours. You felt his hand push your head down against the plush pillow before trailing firmly down your back, leaving you arched downwards.

“Do you do this often with your sex dolls at home?” You spoke over your shoulder, words laced with your usual teasing and honeyed tone as you stretched your arms out in front of you before relaxing.

‘Yes, actually. All the time. I bend them over just like this, and fuck them for hours while i pretend theyre you.” He replied–way too casually. His hand kneaded the skin of your ass before he let his thumb run down the puffy lips of your cunt, marveling at the way your hips squirmed and pushed back against his thumb.

“Are you always this desperate?” He suddenly fired back, raising a brow as he let his thumb circle your clit, watching you clench around nothing.

“Im never desperate, Robert.” You breathed out, but the way you shivered told a different story.

“Right…and I'm the president.” He snickered while pulling his hand away, pulling your hips back to feel his cock resting between your plush ass, heavy and hard.

He reached over you to grab both your wrist with one hand, his other reached beside you to grab his belt, not even blinking once before he began to tie your wrist behind you, letting your binded wrist rest on your back. He watched you squirm and tug on the new restraints with a huff.

“Wow…look at you, huh? How many times have you played out having me bent over in a suite?” You spoke up, giving a breathy giggle.

“Oh, I don't think you wanna know.” He chuckled quietly, before moving his cock to your cunt as he guided the tip up and down your folds, using your cum as a make-shift lube.

“Don’t scream, sweetheart.” He warned with a grin before he slammed his hips against your ass, filling you to the brim in one thrust as one hand rested on your hip, the other holding your bound wrist.

“Oh—!” You gasped, the side of your face nuzzling against the pillow as your back arched deeper, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle a whine that left your lips.

You felt your eyes roll back as Robert began pumping in and out of you, soft pants leaving his lips as he pressed his palm against the back of your head, fucking you into the mattress at a teasingly slow pace.

“How’re you doing down there, pretty? Hm?” He teased, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust.

You gave a gasp as you felt his tip push against your cervix, your nails digging into your palm as you tried to catch the breath he continuously kept knocking out of your lungs.

The way he was talking wasn't helping either, every comment that left his lips only seeming to make you needier.

“Mhmmn. That feels so good, doesn’t it, pretty girl?” He panted against your ear as his hand on your head moved to wrap around your throat once more, his hips quickening their pace. “See how good I can make you feel when you just lose the attitude and behave?”

All you could give was a nod and whine out a pathetic “Mhm!, Yes—God, yes—“ , letting him marvel at just how easily he broke you down. He was so deep couldn't decipher where he’d end and you began.

You felt your vision begin to blur, your breaths labored as you blabbered absolute nonsense about wanting more and wanting it hard.

“Shit, you’re so pretty, sweetheart—Don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” He gasped against your shoulder, his breath hot and heavy. A groan slipped past his lips as he kept his pace quick, the force of his hips jolting you forward with each thrust just for his hand on your throat to keep you in place.

His hand on your throat only egged you on further, a dizzy, fucked-out giggle slipping past your lips before it bled into a moan, wrist still tugging on the tight leather around them.

He gave a shuddered breath when he felt your gummy walls squeeze around his cock like a vice, the faint ‘shlick’ echoing throughout the room as his hips rammed forward against your ass. Each of his thrust added onto the ring of white that’s already gathered on the base of his cock.

You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back as the muscles in your thighs tensed, the waves of hot pleasure shooting up your spine every time be brushed against that gummy spot inside you leaving you at its mercy. Leaving you to just feel.

The smell of sex filled your nostrils, your breath catching in your throat with every pulse and twitch roberts cock gave inside your weeping cunt. You tried to speak, to beg or mock–but your tongue felt fuzzy and heavy against your lips.

You felt that familiar knot of pressure forming in your lower tummy, your whole body tensing as your arms writhed behind you. The feeling of Roberts tongue dragging up and down your neck only pushed you further to the edge, your legs beginning to shake as you felt a wave of pleasure crashing over you.

“You close, baby? Gonna let that pretty pussy finish all over my cock with me?” Robert spoke, his voice low as a moan slipped past his lips, his abdomen tensing as he felt himself get closer with each pump in and out of your dripping cunt. All you could muster was a nod,feeling him twitch inside you like he was trying not to fill you to the brim right then and there,

“Cmon sweetheart, finish for me. And let me see that pretty face while you do.” Robert urged teasingly, watching as your glossy eyes focused back onto his. “Oh, and say thank you.” He whispered against your ear.

The moment your gaze met his, he was a goner. Your fucked out expression was enough to tip him over the edge as he kept his gaze locked on yours. His eyes fluttering as he spilled his seed into you, the sudden feeling sending you crashing over the edge with him.

“Robert, fuck, thank you–!” You managed to blabber out between your muffled moans into the pillow. Your arms and thighs tensing as your vision went white before you blinked all the stars away.

Robert continued to fuck you through the aftershocks, his hips stuttering for just a moment as he groaned against your shoulder blade.

The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, roberts hand leaving your throat as he undid the belt around your wrist before tossing it aside just as before.

Robert quickly flipped you around, the tip of his half-hard cock still inside you as his hands caressed the underside of your thighs before he slowly began pressing them further, and further, until he had you folded into a mean mating press with your calves dangling off his shoulders.

You gave a small groan as you adjusted to the sudden change in position, the hunger in Robert's eyes still visible as you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your eyes trail down his scarred torso.

Suddenly without warning, Robert bottomed himself out inside you once again, groaning at the way your gummy and overstimulated walls practically hugged his cock like they were made for each other.

Your hands immediately began scrambling, one tugging and tightening in his hair while the other found purchase on his back, nails digging into the already scarred skin as you tilted your head back, mouth hung open as you let out a string of moans, every pump of his cock inside your greedy cunt quickening his pace.

Robert swore it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

His hands held your waist tight, leaving you arching up as he kept pulling you back to meet his thrust, his cock pulling out of the tip before slamming back in, kissing your cervix enough times to make your body jump.

“Shiiit–s’too much, Robert–mmn!” you whined out, head still tilted back as he fucked you stupid, your attitude lost somewhere deep in the depths of your brain that refused to function right now.

“Eyes on me baby. Look at who’s making you feel this good, yea? Who’s using you like you’ve practically been beggin’ him to.” He spoke firmly amidst your gasps, one hand moving up from your waist to grasp your chin, leaning your head forward as he made sure your eyes were locked on him.

His head moved down to let his lips graze your tits, his tongue swirling around your perky nipple as his mouth closed around it, watching your back arch before switching to give the other the same attention, all the while his eyes remained locked on your hazy ones.

The way his chest pressed against your inner thighs left you folded like a lawn chair, his cock pumping deeper at the welcoming angle. You couldn't even think, mustering up a slurred “Please–”

You were a writhing mess, Roberts hands back on your waist as he made your back arch up towards him. You nearly squealed when you felt his hand pressing down on your lower stomach, a curse slipping past his own lips as his brow furrowed at the feeling.

“You take me so good, gorgeous...I've got you.” Robert whispered, leaning forward as his free hand raised up to your face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip before sliding it past, groaning as he felt you bite down and run your tongue over it.

You two were both a panting and sweaty mess, curses and murmurs slipping past both your lips before you suddenly heard a door slam, and what followed after was a stuttering and nervous voice.

Seems Waterboy was still on janitor duty for tonight…even though Robert swears blazer said he could take off.

“Any…Anyone here–In here?” Herman spoke up, his cleaning supplies in his bag as his voice rang out.

The two of you were hidden from the poor man's view by the curtain around the bed, yet you still froze in place, his cock stilling as it remained stuffed inside your cunt. He wouldn't move, christ, he wouldn't even breathe.

Until he felt you clench around him, a small sigh leaving him as he kept his face in the crook of your neck.

And then he dragged his hips back and forth, slow and deep. Once, and then twice, until he found a pace that was enough to make you tense and squirm while keeping the sound of your weeping cunt muted.

“You can be quiet for me, can’t you pretty girl?” He whispered against your shoulder, a hand still pressing down on your lower tummy while his other moved to push his middle and index finger into your mouth, letting you bite down on them as you gave a shaky sigh and a nod.

He smiled at your obvious attempts to stay silent, placing a kiss onto your shoulder.

faint footsteps trail into the room, the sound of fabric on fabric ringing through the quiet room as Herman cleaned up the discarded clothes on the floor. All while Robert continued to bury his cock deep into you. He pulled his fingers from your mouth a shit-eating grin on his lips as he leaned up to kiss you, his movements teasingly slow and hard.

But you could feel how tense he was, your nails digging into his biceps as you kissed him back. He was teasing himself just as much as you by doing this, yet he maintained his semblance of control.

The moment you heard the suite doors shut for a second time, you let out a moan against Robert's lip, one you’d been holding back ever since Herman entered to clean.

Roberts' pace immediately quickened as he panted against your lips–harder, faster. His breaths were harsh as he moved his hand from your lower tummy down to your clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud. “Look at you, pretty, all dumb and desperate for my cock like you need it to live.” He spoke, his own voice beginning to sound needy.

He was close, stupidly close, and he wanted to finish with you.

You felt tears prickling at your eyes from the sheer fucked-out bliss you felt, gasping and whining out half-prayers, half pleas for more.

Robert's thrust grew sloppy and uneven as he felt you clenching around him, your cunt sucking him in so tight he’d think you didn't want him to leave. His rhythm grew completely off–all because of you, and what you didn't even realize you did to him.

His free hand flew to your waist, his grip bruising as he kept you close to him, moans spilling from both your lips like some erotic harmony as you both chased your release. He's muttering breathlessly against your shoulder, as your nails dragged down his back.

“Fuck-s’good–Robert, m’close..” You whimpered against his lips as he went to kiss you, tongue and teeth clashing with pure need.

“Thats it, sweetheart–cmon.” He grunted, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside of you, a shudder running through your wrecked body when you cried out a moan due to him continuing to fuck you through your undoing.

“Too much, please–” You nearly sobbed from the sudden overstimulation, catching your breath with a sniffle as he slowly pulled out with a groan, letting your legs fall onto the bed on either side of him, aching.

Robert quietly mourned the loss of your warm cunt before hands found your face, pulling you into a kiss.

Except this time it was soft–gentle. Like he was conveying every deep-seated feeling he had harbored for you into it.

“Dont ever fucking make me chase you around like that again, pretty.” He whispered against your lips, nearly pleading between laboured breaths as he rested his forehead against your own.

“Youre mine, alright?” He added quietly before kissing you again softly.

You gave him a lazy nod, your body too tired to muster up the energy to speak, simply finding yourself melting into the comfort of the bed, your eyelids beginning to feel heavy.

“Hey…let me get you cleaned up, sweetheart..then you can sleep.” He murmured softly as he got off from above you, placing one last kiss onto your tummy.

You gave a soft grumble in protest, reluctantly opening your eyes as you watched him pull back the curtains, revealing the before messy room to now be organized.

“Huh. Guess Herman did a pretty good job,” Robert spoke with a small chuckle before heading towards the suite's bathroom.

You laid there, eyes quietly roaming your surroundings before a small chuckle left your lips, causing Robert to come back with a damp rag and confused look on his face.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” He spoke, not being able to help the chuckle that followed after watching you.

“Just…” You spoke up, voice hoarse. “i always thought you were a vanilla kinda guy,” you whispered with a small snicker, jolting when the cool rag gently brushed against your sensitive cunt.

“Well,” Robert shrugged, gently cleaning you up. “Now you know I'm not.” He murmured, taking a shirt he grabbed from his suitcase and gently helping you put it on.

“Now, quit questioning how kinky I am and get some sleep.” He spoke, laying down beside you as he tugged the blanket over both of you.

“The banquet isn’t that important anyways.” He whispered against your hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as he let himself relax.

You all but melted into Robert’s arms, cuddling up close to him as you found yourself dulling into sleep almost immediately

And as you drifted off, you found yourself thinking you could really get used to this.

Sonar : 11:28pm —

"Ma'am, you won a fucking award, where are you??"

"..You guys still fucking or what?"

Spring semester, freshman year of college. You were taking a sociology course for your prerequisites, and that's how you met Kang Yeosang and Choi Jongho. The professor had arranged the class into small groups to peer review one another's research papers, and you happened to be partnered with the two. As a shy person, you were surprised with how fast you clicked with them. Despite the two being best friends, they never made you feel like an outsider, easily incorporating you into their banters and inside jokes.

"So, Y/N, how does lunch with us sound? It's on Yeosang," Jongho had offered one day after class, wiggling his eyebrows. Yeosang rolled his eyes, but didn't deny it. 

"Well, my roommate's still in class..." you trailed off, your phone screen displaying your messages with your roommate. You weighed your options— the two men were great company, but you knew that they were part of a larger friend group and thus, you had no intentions of being the odd one out. After contemplating for a few minutes (aka Yeosang and Jongho trying to convince you for 4 minutes that their friends wouldn't bite), you finally agreed. Apprehensively trailing behind them as they led the way to their usual hangout spot, you spotted the rest of their group lounging around the lunch table. 

Jongho immediately joined the group, taking his backpack off and dropping it on the floor with a huff. Yeosang turned to you, head tilting to come closer. You walked behind him, fidgeting with the sleeve of your cardigan. "Guys, this is Y/N, she'll be joining us today," he gently announced.

Now that you were within close distance, you noticed how perfect-looking they all appeared. Of course, they were all attractive. Upon meeting the first two, you instantly took note of how flawless their skins and postures were, but the whole group? Was it a requirement to join their little posse?

Yeosang introduced you to everyone, you greeting each new face. Jongho shoved the manspreading figure (who you've just learned is Mingi) aside to make space on the bench, the former encouraging you to sit with him.

You accepted, not wanting to come off as rude. You were stiffly sandwiched between Jongho and Hongjoong, the latter vehemently typing on his computer as he repetitively took his headphones off and on. You glanced at his screen. "You're a music major?"

He took his headphones off one ear to acknowledge you. "No, I'm in fashion. I just like to make music in my free time," he gave you a smile, which was quickly wiped off when he turned back to his laptop, seemingly frustrated. "But sometimes, my hobby can be so irritating," he added under his breath. "I don't understand why the mix is coming out so... off." After a few minutes of scanning his software, you spotted the issue. 

"Why don't you try adding a more faded effect to that layer?," you suggested. Hongjoong's eyes darted to the part you were referencing and cursed.

"Stupid," he scolded himself before profusely thanking you. "But good eye! You produce music too?" You shook your head, explaining how your roommate's the music major, and you just happened to be the guinea pig for all her musical experimentations.

"Hey, you're late. What were you up to now, you troublemaker?" Seonghwa suddenly asked from the opposite side of the table. 

Your body just then registered the presence behind you, the scent of sandalwood permeating your surroundings. The energy being emitted from the person behind you wasn't malicious, per se, but it was strong enough to send shivers down your spine. Your insides suddenly felt queasy, similar to the butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling that preteens get around their middle school crush.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder, your skin tingling at the site. You slowly turned your head around to meet the gaze of the person behind you, his towering figure looking down at you.

Upon first gaze, both parties were frozen for different reasons. You were frozen because he looked at you with slightly parted lips as if you hung the stars, whereas he looked at you for reasons you wouldn't have known until later. Like the rest of the group, the man had flawless porcelain skin, healthy hair, and the way he carried himself was with a suave manner. His brown eyes were pinned on yours, as if he was meticulously tattooing your soul into his mind. It didn't occur to you that both of you were unmoving for several moments until Jongho cleared his throat. You snapped out of it, realizing how fast your heart was rapidly beating.

"Who might you be?" The man's smooth voice broke the awkward silence, removing his hand from your shoulder to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture leaving your cheeks flushed.

"Y/N," you answered, hands slowly starting to fidget with your cardigan sleeves. "I'm a friend of Yeosang's and Jongho's. And you're?" You trailed off, mind blanking at the sight of the very handsome guy.

"Your destiny," you heard, causing you to blink.

"Sorry?"

"I said I'm Wooyoung," he stated confidently. The way he assuredly introduced himself made you start second-guessing the first thing you heard.

'No shit, he wouldn't have said that. Why would he? Delusional brain.'

"I'm also a friend of Yeosang's and Jongho's," he smiled, before roughly shoving Hongjoong aside to sit next to you, the latter yelping out of surprise. "And for the record, Seonghwa, I wasn't drinking if that's what you were thinking. I was helping a group of lost transfers find the chemistry building," he responded to Seonghwa's previous question, yet his gaze never left yours. "Nice to finally meet you," he whispered, shaking your hand.

"You too," your pulse quickened under his heavy stare, silently hoping that he wouldn't notice how shaky your hand seemed. It felt like an eternity before he finally let go, continuing to eye you.

"Anyways... I'm hungry. Yeosang, you hungry? Y/N, you haven't eaten, come get lunch with us," Jongho stood up from the bench, his head tilting towards the dining hall's direction. You were about to stand, but an outstretched hand beat you to it.

Wooyoung had already stood up within a blink of an eye, offering for you to take his hand. His hand was cold at first touch, but it instantly warmed up as your hand adjusted to his. "Great, I'm coming with," he announced, still not letting go of your hand.

"Didn't you already eat tho-"

"I said I'm coming, Jongho. The more, the merrier. After all, we're mates, right?" Wooyoung interjected, hardened stare pointed at Jongho. It seemed that Wooyoung's words triggered something among the friend group as all of their eyes widened, eyes darting to you for a split second. A series of hushed indecipherable whispers broke out between San and Mingi, Yunho chiming in.

On the other hand, you were clueless with what was happening, not wanting to get involved with whatever tension they had going on.

"Oh, my bad. Sorry," Jongho was quick to apologize, opting to start walking towards the dining hall.

"Is everything okay?" You frowned at Jongho's sudden change in behavior.

"Forget about him, he's fine. Now," Wooyoung's voice snapped your attention from Jongho's retreating figure. "Would you do me the honor of letting me buy you lunch?"

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Since that day, you and Wooyoung only got closer. The man did everything to woo you and sweep you off your feet, which clearly worked as you started dating not even a week after your first meeting.

Dating your boyfriend was a very new experience.

For one, Wooyoung's your first serious relationship, so you didn't really know what to expect when you first agreed to be his girlfriend. Sure, you've dated in high school, but being with him made you feel like you were doing every romance-related milestone from scratch. All the firsts you had with Wooyoung— first date, first hug, first kiss— have all felt much more romantic than those times in the past.

Second, he was highly fixated on you and everything related to you. You won't lie, you found it a little off-putting at first with how intense your boyfriend was when it came to you, but his friend group (which also became your friend group too since that day) assured you that Wooyoung's just a naturally passionate person and not to fret over the fact that he indeed had tunnel vision. To onlookers, he appeared as an overprotective and possessive boyfriend, but your naive self never noticed. Or at least, your friends taught you to accept it.

"Seonghwa, does Wooyoung seem overprotective to you?" You had once asked while you were both studying in the library, whereas your boyfriend left to buy you a drink from the cafe. "Your reward for being the pretty girl you are. And for studying hard, of course," he had said before leaving you alone with Seonghwa.

The latter's eyes lifted up from his textbook to meet yours. "What makes you say that, Y/N?" His soft voice rung out. "Do you think he's being overprotective?" He raised an eyebrow, gauging your reaction.

"Well... I don't know. I've never had a serious relationship like this one so I don't know what's normal and what isn't," you shrugged.

"Do you feel cornered?" You shook your head.

"Do you feel like he's controlling you?" Again, you nodded no.

"Does he invade your privacy?" You shrugged your shoulders.

"What gave you the idea that Woo's overprotective?" Seonghwa rested his head on the arm propped up on the desk. "Did someone bring it up?"

Your breath subtly hitched, which he noticed, eyes narrowing.

"Y/Nie, was it your roommate?" He gently asked, coaxing the answer out of you. "What did she say about Wooyoung?"

Your hands started fiddling with the sleeves of your boyfriend's hoodie, the faint smell of his sandalwood cologne clinging onto the fabric. "She just thinks it's a little weird how ever since we started dating, we haven't spent a single day apart. She's not wrong too, because the only time we're not physically together is when we're in class. She thinks I've been growing too reliant on Wooyoung. Is that true, Hwa?"

"So what if you guys don't spend time apart," he shrugged. "Isn't it a good thing that both of you would never get tired of each other? Besides, it's not like Woo's forcing you to see him everyday, right? You want to see him," he affirmed, eyes drilling into your own.

"Yeah, I want to see him," you repeated in a haze, eventually blinking away like nothing happened. "She only has good intentions. I would be weirded out too if a friend was suddenly spending all her time with her partner after claiming to be so independent," you added. "But don't you think it's also weird that Woo won't let me to talk to anyone but you guys?"

"We're the only ones you need," Seonghwa smoothly replied. "It's not like he's banned you from talking to everyone else; it's typical boyfriend stuff, men get upset when their partners go out of their way to talk to someone else," he explained.

"I suppose that makes sense... thanks for your advice," you stood up and pushed your seat in.

"And where are you going, beautiful?" You heard your boyfriend's voice before you felt his arms wrapping around your midsection from behind, setting your iced coffee down on the desk before completely enveloping you in his arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck before taking a deep whiff— one of the quirks he had.

"I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be back," you promised. He pecked you on the lips, not letting you go until he was satisfied with the kiss. Wooyoung and Seonghwa watched you head for the library bathroom before the latter broke the silence.

"She's worried that her roommate thinks you're too obsessed, but I got it under control," he reported.

Wooyoung hummed in response, his gaze never leaving the bathroom you walked inside of. "Seems like the roommate may be a future issue. Better to deal with it now than wait. It won't be long now until..." he trailed off, mind racing with thoughts about the future he had planned for the both of you.

A few days later, your roommate got expelled for plagiarism. She had already packed and left your dorm by the time you heard the news so you didn't hear her side of the story, but according to Wooyoung, she's been submitting Hongjoong's mixtapes for her assignments.

"I don't understand, though," your eyebrows furrowed as you folded laundry, your boyfriend watching you as he lounged on your bed. "Why would she do that? I mean, I've watched her pull all-nighters just to perfect her mixes. I've seen her produce them in front of me," you sighed. "I don't get why she felt the need to steal, especially from Hongjoong. I feel so bad for him," you finished putting your clean clothes away in your closet, plopping your back on the bed. "I didn't even know that she knew him! There's just something odd about all this."

Wooyoung pulled you closer to his body, your head resting on his chest. "I don't know, baby. People tend to crack when they're under pressure. Maybe this school's music program just wasn't the best fit for her," he softy replied as he ran his fingers through your hair. "On the positive side, I get to have you all to myself," he booped your nose, a twinkle in his eye.

Third, your man had certain quirks. He had a habit of smelling you, especially the crook of your neck. He had said that the smell of your body wash was one of the best scents he's ever smelled, but you suspected there was more to it because what's so special about drugstore body wash? He also had an oral fixation. He liked to bite when he's presented the opportunity to. He bites you when you're cuddling, or when you're not giving him attention, or really when you do anything. Yeosang mentioned how Wooyoung's always been the type of person to bite someone just because, him being the main victim prior to your relationship. Your man also had insane luck when it came to guessing your menstruation cycle. You'd barely wake up on day one, and he'd immediately be at your dorm with a gift basket full of pain relievers, chocolates, and weighted stuffies. His attentiveness often surprised you, never failing to let you know that he's constantly paying attention.

Your literature class finished twenty minutes early. Usually, Wooyoung would wait for you outside of your classroom, but due to lecture ending earlier than expected, the hallway showed no signs of him. You walked back to your dorm, occassionally greeting some of your classmates on the way. One of them stopped you, "Hey, Y/N!"

He approached you with a friendly smile, a flyer clutched in his hand. "My parents recently opened a hotpot place downtown. Maybe you'd want to check it out? University students get a 10% discount," you gladly accepted the flyer.

"This looks great, I'll be sure to swing by sometimes. Thanks!" He beamed at you, giving you a wave before handing out the last few of his flyers to other students. Once you were in your room, you laid on the bed and reached for your phone in your back pocket, only to find it missing. You patted down your other pockets with no luck. "Shit, don't tell me I left it in class," you groaned, getting up to march your way back to the classroom. You swung the door open, revealing your boyfriend holding your phone.

"Hey, I walked over to your class but it seems you guys ended early," Wooyoung invited himself in, closing the door behind him. "But someone left their phone behind, hm?" He mumbled as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "You made me worry, baby. I thought you were ignoring me," he pouted, dark eyes peering into yours.

You apologized, but he continued to act sulky. "I'll forgive you under one condition: we go on a date tonight. How do you feel about having hotpot for dinner?" He proposed, awaiting your answer.

Huh, what a coincidence.

'He probably saw the flyers being handed out,' you reasoned. With a smile, you planted a kiss on his cheek. "I accept."

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You've officially finished the first semester of your senior year. After cramming for exams for the past three weeks, it was time to relax and unwind now that winter break's started.

"Cake is here! Happy birthday, Y/N," Mingi announced as Jongho swung the door open to the octet's shared apartment, the former followed with the huge cake in tow. It was your 21st birthday, and there was no better way to celebrate it than surrounded by friends.

As you helped placed the cake down on the center of the large buffet-style table, you felt familiar hands snake around your torso, your boyfriend's chest pressed firmly on your back. "How are you feeling? Having fun?" He asked, squeezing you with a kiss on your temple.

"You've been with her this whole day, why are you asking questions you know the answer to?" Jongho deadpanned. The two then started to bicker like siblings while San and Seonghwa approached the table with plates, eyeing the cake.

"Hope you like the cake, Y/N! Strawberry's my favorite too," San smiled, dimples prominent. You smiled back, thanking him.

"Wait, you guys should take a picture with the cake," Yunho suggested, digital camera in hand. He, along with Hongjoong, took a myriad of photos that night, both claiming how tonight was one for the books.

They assured you that it's a night you'll never forget.

You took pictures with the guys, while Jongho chanted "Speech! Speech! Speech!" in the back with a karaoke microphone he managed to attain. After blowing out your candles, the guys took turns giving you their birthday presents and proposing a toast.

When it was Wooyoung's turn to propose a toast, he rushed over to you to plant a kiss on your lips, even going as far as dipping you and pulling you back up. With one arm around your waist and the other holding up his glass, he announced, "To our eternity."

The rest of the guys raised their glasses, a knowing look on all their faces.

"I have your present upstairs," he had whispered in your ear after downing the drink. You instantly grew nervous, understanding the implication. Your stomach felt like it's twisted in knots, heart hammering in your chest. You hugged everyone goodnight, expressing gratitude for today's birthday celebration.

"We'll see you in the morning," Yeosang had promised as he embraced you.

"We'll be here every step of the way," Seonghwa swore.

"Welcome to the family," Mingi smirked, raising a beer bottle.

Everyone said similar things, each statement vaguer than the last. You were filled with confusion, but before your mind could dwell on it, Wooyoung started leading you upstairs with his hand resting on the small of your back.

Unbeknown to you, Wooyoung turned his head to meet the gaze of his friends, a smirk on his face as his eyes flashed red.

Right as you entered his room, Wooyoung locked the door and pinned you against the wall. "You are so gorgeous," he murmured as he crashed his lips into yours, lifting you up with ease. Without breaking the kiss, he carried you to his bed, gently laying you down. He pulled away, arms on both sides of your head. His eyes traced your features— just staring, worshipping you— before he attached his lips to your neck.

"Wait, wait, wait," you firmly planted your hands on his chest, yet he grew more eager than ever to continue trailing his lips on your neck. "Babe," you tried again, applying more pressure on his chest, Wooyoung still not budging. You repeated yourself louder, the latter finally pulling away.

"What's wrong?" His half-lidded eyes stared down at you. You looked away, squirming under his hungry gaze.

"Baby, what is it?" He placed his hand on your cheek, turning your head back towards him, thumb stroking your face. Besides the light from tonight's full moon pooling through the window, the room was almost pitch black. Even in the dark, you could feel the immense love and admiration he held for you.

If only it weren't so dark, then maybe you would've noticed how his once brown eyes were now crimson red.

"it's just... I don't know... we're not exactly alone," you whispered, hearing the faint laughs and shouts from your friend group downstairs. You sat up, him following suit next to you. "And you seem... different?" You asked, unsure about what exactly was off with your boyfriend. Wooyoung only chuckled, his hand raising up to comb through your hair. He leaned closer to press a soft kiss on your forehead, his figure looming over you.

"Different? How so, baby?" He hummed, continuing to run his fingers through your hair. "In a bad way?" He raised his eyebrow at you, in which you immediately disagreed.

"N-no," you shook your head, cringing at how to find the right words to tell Wooyoung that he's been... more lately. More touchy, more protective, just more everything. If you thought he was overbearing before, his state tonight was that times a hundred. "It's just- is something on your mind?" 

"You, it's always you," he answered without skipping a beat. You weren't entirely convinced, but it's hard to keep pushing for answers when the way he held you filled you with a fluttering sensation. Just as you were about to open your mouth to reply, he leaned down to kiss you passionately. The hand running through your hair now rested on the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to him. "Nothing's wrong, baby. Everything's gonna change for the better tonight," he mumbled in your lips before slipping his tongue in your mouth. 

You couldn't think straight when his tongue was basically down your throat, his body covering yours, and all you could smell, feel, and think about was him, him, him. 

You felt dizzy as he continued pressing his lips against yours— from being overwhelmed, or lack of oxygen, or probably both. Sensing your desperation to breathe, Wooyoung finally pulled away but immediately moved to kiss your neck, pushing you back down on the bed. You heavily gulped air, chest rapidly rising up and down as he trailed his mouth from the base of your ear to your collarbone. His hand on your neck remained, but the other hand now made its way to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers for a moment before he draped your arm over his shoulder. He wanted you to pull him closer to you, in which you did, a hum of approval leaving his mouth as he continued sucking various spots on your neck, leaving hickeys.

"Stop, that tickles," you lightly giggled as he started nibbling at your skin. This seemed to encourage your boyfriend as the nibbles grew more and more intense, the feeling bordering on almost stinging. "Woo, quit it," you scolded. You usually didn't mind it since that was his way of expressing cuteness aggression, but this time felt different.

He pulled away, licking his lips. "I got a little carried away, sorry... do you still want me?" Your cheeks reddened at what he was referring to, the knots in your stomach appearing tenfold. "Baby? I need you to say it. I promise I'll be gentle," he promised.

Your thoughts were racing, nerves getting a hold of you. You've had this conversation with Wooyoung before about how you wanted your first time to happen, but now that you were seconds away from actually having sex, you couldn't stop trembling like a leaf.

"Baby, we don't have to if you're not ready," he sensed your inner turmoil. He slowly sat back up, tongue pressed against his cheek. "I just thought that tonight would be the perfect night, but if you're not ready..."

"No, I'm ready" you assured him after sensing his disappointment. "I'm just scared," you whispered. He opened his mouth to respond, but you continued. "I don't know what to do, or if it'll hurt, or-" you kept rambling, but he shushed you.

"Let me do everything. It may be a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise I'll be gentle. All you have to do is take everything like a good girl, hm? Can you do that for me?" He cooed.

At the sight of your hesitant nod, he leaned back down to ravish your lips, hands exploring your body. He growled in dissatisfaction as he touched you over your blouse, eager for skin contact. He shifted away to take his shirt off before quickly returning back to your lips, tugging at your top. You tried to copy him but he stopped you.

“Let me,” he sighed out. As if you were a delicate present, he carefully undressed you from your top and skirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. The longer he eyed your cleavage, the more your anxiety grew.

“What’s wrong?” You moved to shield your chest from his gaze, but he grabbed your arms to stop you.

“Don’t.” You stiffened as his voice sounded deeper than usual, the command ringing in your ears. “You’re fucking perfect. Do you know how hard it is to hold myself back?” Proving his point, he shifted his hips forward, his jeans rubbing against your panties. You gasped, caught off guard by his actions— and the warm feeling that started to spread in your crotch. He gauged your reaction as he did it again, taking note of the pleasure in your face.

Wooyoung brought his head down to slip his tongue into your slightly parted lips, messily making out as he started to grind on your panties. You moaned into the kiss as the friction evoked a new sensation out of you, your panties getting damper. You bucked your hips to meet his, feeling the outline of his length through his jeans.

“Woo, I’m gonna-“ You cut yourself off with a whimper as you felt the pressure build up. This encouraged him to move his hips faster, your sticky panties leaving a wet streak on his denim.

“Let go, baby,” he encouraged. “Don’t hold back those sounds.” You let out a soft moan as you finally reached your climax, your chest quickly rising and falling. Your underwear was fully soaked, which also left Wooyoung’s crotch damp. He licked his lips at the sight of you basking in the pleasure, before slotting himself in between your legs to rip your panties off in a quick one-handed motion.

“Babe! What the-“ You were speechless as you watched him practically shred your undergarments into pieces.

“I’ll buy you as many sets as you want," he dismissed your shock before peering down at you with a lustful gaze. "I hope you're ready, baby, because we're in for a long night."

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You panted heavily, trying to catch your breath. Wooyoung's praises never stopped as you closed your eyes from sheer exhaustion. "My baby did so good... you took me so well... made me feel so good... you were made for me," he whispered in your ear, pressing kisses on your face. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm so tired, Woo," you whined with eyes still closed, your throat dry.

"I know, baby, just relax." He trailed kisses on your jaw, slotting himself into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. You were far too out of it to notice the low growl that left his throat at the scent of you. He darted his tongue out to lick at the area, slowly applying more pressure.

"Babe," you groaned, wanting to succumb to sleep. He shushed you, continuing to lap at your neck before he started nibbling at the spot. You tapped his back with your draped arm, yet the ferocity behind each nibble only grew bigger.

"It's fine," he dismissed. "You trust me, right?"

"Of course I do, but-" he cut you off.

"So just trust me, hm? Be a good girl."

"Woo, I'm tired," you pleaded, eyes opening to make eye contact. "Let's go to sleep, please?"

"I know you're tired, my love, but this is the last thing I need to do, okay? After this, you can rest for as long as you want," he vowed, a gleam in his gaze. "Now, be a good girl and hold still."

He leaned back into your neck, planting delicate kisses; a contrast to the sharp nibbles he was previously doing. Eventually, your eyes grew tired as the repetitive motion of his soft pecks lulled you to a state of drowsiness.

A sharp pain then erupted from your neck, your eyes snapping open.

Releasing a sharp gasp, you tried pushing Wooyoung off, but he didn't budge, his grip on your shoulders tightening by instinct. "Wooyoung, stop!" You thrashed under his hold, the pain increasing by the second. He remained unaffected, the sounds of gulping filling the air. Similar to a nightmare, you found yourself not being able to scream nor shout, your vocal chords paralyzed.

"Fuck, you taste divine. You really are made for me," Wooyoung moaned as he lifted his head up from your neck. The night sky had changed its orientation, the moonlight now more concentratedly spilling into the room, revealing his new appearance.

Your boyfriend's warm brown eyes were replaced by crimson irises that seemed to burn into your soul, his lips smeared with a maroon-like substance, and in his mouth were two sharp elongated canines.

You were petrified. If you thought your heart was beating fast before, this time the pounding occupied your ears. Your breaths have gotten shallower, your body shaking. What was wrong with him? Forcing the words out of your mouth, you managed to fearfully utter his name.

Before you could even blink, he dove back down to lick your neck, cradling the back of your head to keep the column of your throat straight. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it, baby, I just had to taste you first," he whispered. "I regret not tasting you sooner... but now that I have, it's time to seal our bond for good."

The pain in your neck returned, but this time felt different. It was less of a sharp pinch and more of a prolonged sting, the burning sensation worsening as he kept his fangs buried in your neck. You didn't even register that you were screaming and writhing in pain until Wooyoung covered your mouth with his free hand. Tears streamed down your face, your eyes squeezed shut. Your hand rose up to his hair with the intention of pulling him off, but this only seemed to encourage him. Accompanied with a purr-like growl, he sank his teeth deeper.

The venom he injected in your bloodstream didn't take long to kick in, your hand on his head already falling limp. Feeling the fight leave your body, Wooyoung's hand uncovered your mouth and slid it down your figure, stopping at your waist. He squeezed, caressing your skin with his thumb as his latch on your neck remained unwavering. Your face that was once contorted in anguish started to relax as your consciousness fades.

Hearing your rapid breathing taper into a slow steady rhythm, Wooyoung finally pulled away. Groaning in pleasure as he licked the remaining blood off his lips, he hovered over your motionless form. He moved your hair aside to fully visualize your now marked neck, smirking as he had finally finished completing the first half of the bond.

He cradled your face with his hands, crimson eyes watching every little puff that left your slightly parted mouth. His gaze snapped back to your neck. Watching your pulse slowly come to a stop, an excited smile appeared on his face when it shortly came back, more revitalized this time. He leaned down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Our forever starts now."

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Your eyes fluttered open a few hours later.

The moonlight still illuminated the room, but it seemed brighter than before; your eyes blinked several times before ultimately adjusting. Your head was throbbing, memories of the past several hours fuzzy. You tried to recall something— anything— but the more you tried, the static persisted. Your entire body felt heavy as if you were stuck in a paralytic state. The clock on the wall ticked louder, the monotonous sound echoing in your ears. Each tick seemed to correspond with the pounding torture in your head. The pain on the side of you neck had subsided, but your throat was a different story. It was dry, almost tingling.

Still disoriented, you failed to notice your boyfriend next to you, watching. He was lying on his side, head propped up on one elbow. He remained silent as he observed you adapt to your surroundings, his face displaying pride.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmured as he reached to tuck a hair strand behind your ear. At the sound of his voice, your most recent memories rushed in to your mind. The image of him with red eyes and blood on his lips materialized in your mind, causing you to abruptly sit up and scoot away. His sandalwood scent that once filled you with comfort was now much more potent, your overwhelmed nose crinkling.

"Wha-" You coughed as you got used to your scratchy throat. "What the hell happened?" You clutched the duvet against your chest, gripping it even tighter when Wooyoung's eyes darted down to your cleavage, the latter biting his lip.

"Baby, let's calm down, hm?" His calmness further irked you.

"No, I need to know what the hell that was. What the fuck did you do to me?" You touched your neck, trying to find a trace of a wound, but all you felt was smooth skin. "I felt it! You bit me," he moved closer to try and soothe your unease, but you flinched away. "You bit me," you repeated, shock evident.

"I did," he affirmed, leaning on the headboard. You stared at him in disbelief, thinking he would've denied it, but he also showed no signs of explaining. He looked at you with fondness, but your frenzied mind interpreted it as mocking.

"What did you do to me?" The burning sensation in your throat increased as you spoke through gritted teeth.

"Baby, I know that you're still adjusting, but you really shouldn't talk that way to your soulmate," he frowned. Your labored breathing amplified as your anxiety kept building up. He noticed this and cupped your face in his hands. "Breathe, pretty girl. You're okay. You're safe. It's still me. Still your Wooyoung."

"You bit me," you murmured like a broken record, betrayal and horror seeping in your tone.

"I did it for us, baby. For love."

"You're not making sense!" You snapped, the burning in your throat more prominent. "What did you do to me?!" The picture of your boyfriend with your blood on his mouth kept replaying in your mind. "Everything's too bright and loud, my entire body hurts, my throat stings, and why am I so fucking angry?!"

"My poor baby," he sighed. "I promise I'll explain everything soon, but right now, you need to feed." Wooyoung was mesmerized by how vibrant your crimson eyes were. They blazed with hunger and rage, but he didn't take your aggravation personally since he understood that this was all part of the process.

"Feed?" Your throat burned even more. "What are you talking about?" Discomfort erupted from your upper gums, causing you to halt and cry in pain. You whined in pain as tears leaked from your eyes, Wooyoung shushing you as he wiped them away.

"I know it's hard, but you're my strong girl, hm?" He leaned his forehead into yours.

"It hurts," you whimpered.

"Shhh, I know, baby. I know just the thing to make the pain go away," his words filled your gaze with hope.

God, the sight of you so desperate was such an erotic sight to see. He'd do anything to keep seeing you in that position.

He brought his hand to the nape of your neck to push you towards the crook of his neck. "Tell me, pretty girl, what do you smell?"

Your nose crinkled in disgust as the overpowering smell of sandalwood burned your nose. "Why do you smell so strong?"

"You'll get used to it," he chuckled softly. "But focus. What else do you smell besides my cologne? Is there something that's maybe... calling out to you?" You sniffed once, twice, before the most delectable scent clouded your senses.

"What is that?" You asked sharply, nose twitching as you sniffed the air more. The ache in your gums worsened as you tried to pinpoint the source of the aroma. Your eyes zeroed in on Wooyoung's pulse, the rhythmic throbs tempting you... enticing you. You stayed motionless as you watched the carotid artery pulsate, each beat coaxing you to come closer.

"Listen to your senses," he murmured against the shell of your ear. "What are your instincts telling you, baby?" He slowly pushed you closer, further coaxing you.

"The scent... it's coming from your neck."

"That's right, good job. What about the scent? What does it make you feel?" His cheek pressed on your temple as you eagerly moved closer to his neck to smell the delicious fragrance. He massaged the back of your neck as his other hand combed through your hair, playing with some of your hair strands.

"I... I want to-" Your instincts stepped in before you could finish your train of thought, teeth sinking into your boyfriend's pulse. You gripped his shoulders to stabilize yourself, greedily gulping down his blood like a starving animal. Wooyoung, on the other hand, was in a euphoric state. He groaned in pleasure the second your fangs punctured his skin, and the feeling only amplified as you started drinking from him.

"That's a good girl," he sighed as he stroked his hand through your hair. A shudder ran through his body as he felt the mating bond cement in place, jaw clenched in arousal. Desire radiated off his body as he felt your souls intertwine into one. While he fed off the pleasure from your union, you on the other hand remained unaware. Your newborn senses didn’t pick up on the significance of this intimate session, opting to focus on relieving your thirst.

You eventually pulled away, the prickling feeling in your throat gone. Judgment no longer clouded by hunger, your anger dissipated, but was replaced by horror. You stayed unmoving as you try to process what just happened. Numerous thoughts sped through your mind, but they all had similar conclusions.

You were a monster.

“What’s going on through your pretty little head, hm?” Wooyoung snapped you out of your scrambled thoughts. You didn’t immediately reply, still terrified of him— and yourself. “Baby, you know I don’t like being ignored,” he warned as he pulls you away from his neck to see your face. “There she is,” he murmured as he assessed your eyes revert back to their original color.

“What am I?” You gulped, gaze looking down.

He lifted your chin up with his finger, caressing the side of your face with his thumb. “Does it really matter? You’re officially mine now.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Dawn was soon approaching, but your body still refused to get a wink of sleep. Mind still reeling from the conversation you had with Wooyoung, resting was the least of your problems.

He had protested at first, claiming how you weren't in the right headspace to learn the truth yet, but he quickly caved in since he could never say no to you.

Vampirism.

Your boyfriend and all your friends were vampires.

He explained the basics of it; how the red eyes, fangs, and drinking blood were all true, but for the most part, everything you thought about vampires were plainly fictional. As he talked about each aspect, his grip never faltered as he held you in his lap with the intention of seeking and providing you comfort. In reality, you knew that he was doing it to prevent you from bolting out the door, and he knew that, evident through his taut embrace.

"Why me?" You mumbled, focused on fidgeting with the duvet as Wooyoung had you leaned against his chest. You were still afraid to look him in the eye. "Why did you turn me? What if I didn't want this?"

He hummed absentmindedly, focused on doting on you. "Why you? Who else would it be if not you?" He chuckled as if you cracked a joke. "Don't be ridiculous, baby, you were made for this. Of course, you'd want this. In fact, you'd need this... need me," he emphasized, then tilted your head up to assess your reaction. Your fearful eyes immediately darted away, making him frown.

"I know I'm not making sense, but all in due time, baby. All in due time," he patted your cheek in an almost patronizing manner.

You stiffened as you felt him shift behind you, arms wrapped around your waist in his sleep. You laid faced away from him, his sweater engulfing your figure. You slowly breathed out, still trying to wrap your head around your new life now— but that's the thing.

You couldn't.

You tried to come terms with it, considering that there's absolutely nothing you can do to change your fate. However, the longer you thought about the whole situation, the harder you found it to adjust. Every time you closed your eyes, you're haunted by the image of your boyfriend with your blood coating his sharp canines.

You love Wooyoung, but the way he neglected to tell you the truth about the supernatural, let alone turning you into a vampire without asking you made you second guess everything. Why did he turn you? Was the relationship even genuine in the first place? Did he even love you? What else could he be hiding? Were your "friends" in on the whole thing?

Doubt only worsened your mental distress. You were overwhelmed by all the questions your mind thought of, the constant ticking sound of the clock, the vexing sound of the A/C humming, and the inviting aroma that Wooyoung emitted. You tried burying your face in the duvet to dull your senses, but it had no effect. You groaned in frustration, your breathing accelerated as you realized that there's no escaping your new reality.

You were a vampire now.

No longer human.

You were close to spiraling; you needed to leave now.

Moving very carefully, you somehow managed to remove Wooyoung's draped arm off you and stealthily positioned one of his pillows to take your place. You held your breath when his eyebrows furrowed, then let out a sigh when his face relaxed once more. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand before pocketing it in the loose sweats that he adorned you with, turning around to catch a glimpse of him. You subconsciously admired his sleeping figure, watching his chest rise and fall. In the past two-and-a-half years that you've been together, you've never actually seen him in such a peaceful state; he was always the one to wake up first and fall asleep last, making sure that you were the first and last thing he'd see everyday.

Your eyes traced his facial features before landing on his neck. You bit your lip when his warm scent wafted over to you, feeling your hunger return at every beat of his pulse. Combined with the sight of his exposed neck, you found yourself inching closer to his neck as it beckoned you, fangs exposed to eagerly get your fill of his blood again. As you were about to sink your teeth into his pulse point, you caught sight of your reflection on his windowpane.

Leaning over his neck with crimson irises and fangs extended was you, ready to pounce like an animal.

The memory of Wooyoung drinking your blood flashed in your mind. The same red eyes, the same sharp teeth. He looked like a monster when you first saw him as is, but this time, you looked like him.

You were the monster.

You let out a sharp gasp in horror, snapping out of your bloodlust. Wooyoung immediately woke up, his gaze landing on your terror-stricken face. "Baby? What's wrong?" He asked softly and tried to reach for you, but you flinched away to increase the space between you two.

"Don't," you looked away in shame.

"Baby, talk to me," he tried again, getting up from bed and walking over to you. In your state of panic, you didn't notice the close distance until he cradled your head in his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Y/N," he stated. "What happened?"

You gulped as he called you by your name, something he hasn't done since you two started dating. You felt your sense of dread increase at this, your fingers fidgeting the ends of the sweater. Tears started welling up in your eyes.

'He doesn't want you anymore. You're a monster.'

'Monster. Monster. Monster.'

'He did this to you.'

"I need to get out of here," you breathed out, prying his hands off. Forgetting your newly acquired enhanced strength, you ripped the bedroom door off its hinges before running down the stairs, Wooyoung on your tail. The first floor was empty as the rest of the guys had already gone to bed. You stopped by the front door, weighing your options: venture out the apartment and potentially hurt people in your vampiric state, or stay here with your vampire boyfriend who's the reason why you're this demonic creature in the first place.

"Baby," he growled, stopping several feet away from you with his hands up. "I need you to calm down. I know that you're having trouble adjusting to this new life, but that's what I'm here for. That's what we're here for," he gestured. "Please, baby, don't do anything irrational. Just come over here so we can go back to bed, hm? We'll deal with everything in the morning, how does that sound?" He coaxed.

"Get away from me," you snapped, taking a step closer to the door. "You'll help me? You'll help me? You're the reason why I'm all fucked up," you shouted, tears of frustration running down your cheeks. "Did you even love me in the first place? Or was this all a plot to turn me into your bloodbag? Is being immortal so boring for you that you had to drag me into this?" You yelled, the betrayal feeling like a stab in the heart.

"Baby-" Wooyoung clenched his jaw at the accusations.

"Don't call me that!"

"Fine," he spoke through gritted teeth. "Y/N," he addressed you, "I understand that you're pissed. You can be pissed at me all you want but don't you ever say those things about me," he spoke sternly. "Don't you ever dare doubt my love for you. I fucking burn for you."

A heavy silence filled the atmosphere, the only present sounds was your heavy breathing and the sniffles that accompanied the tears.

"You're lying to me," you hiccuped. "You're lying to me just like how you lied about being human, like how all of your friends lied to my face, and now about how you love me. Answer me, and don't you dare lie, was it a part of your plan to take my virginity tonight?" You asked with bated breath.

Wooyoung sighed. "Yes, but-"

"I knew it," you shook your head in repulsion, feeling used. "You're a fucking monster."

"Let me explain," he tried to salvage but you were having none of it.

"You used me. I bet everyone was in on it," you seethed.

"It's not like that," he yelled, eyes turning red in anger. Your eyes widened as the same image shows up in your mind, causing you to tremble. He instantly noticed this and tried a calmer approach. "Baby..." he murmured.

"Don't. We're fucking over. Stay away from me," you shouted in fear as your hands grasped the doorknob, bolting outside barefoot the second the door opened.

"Y/N!" You heard him yell in agony from inside the apartment. Your heart clenched in response. You wondered why he's not chasing after you, but decided to focus on getting away.

After all, this is what you wanted, right?

Then, why did leaving him feel like your soul's gone hollow?

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You had spent the rest of December cooped up in your dorm to try and acclimate to your new identity. You've spent the first week moping and mourning; mourning your humanity, your friends, and your relationship. Your rational side thought that it was the best option to cut them off— after all, he's the one that ruined everything. You heart, however, felt otherwise. You didn't dare admit it out loud, but you've been nothing but a husk of a shell since that night you ran away.

You’ve excused this as normal behavior since wasn’t that a common symptom of heartbreak? You’ll eventually get over it. As you started to move onto the acceptance stage of grief though, you’ve learned that being a vampire wasn’t actually so bad.

You’ve learned to start adapting to your sharp senses. You had to invest in blackout curtains since the sunlight was still too bright for your enhanced eyesight, leaving your dorm completely pitch black. You've managed to figure out how to control your hearing after wearing noise-canceling headphones for three days straight. Cool temperatures no longer bothered you as you lounged around in a tank top, your heater collecting dust in the corner. You took the longest time adjusting to your new sense of smell— unlike your hearing, you couldn't really turn it on or off, but you were slowly getting used to all the different scents around you.

You haven't felt thirsty since that night. The sensation of a burning itch in your throat slowly became nothing but a memory, leaving you puzzled. You assumed your bloodlust would've returned since then, but you had zero clue about the vampire dynamics. You didn't complain; it made you feel normal again. After all, what normal college student had fangs? Thus, you deemed it was safe enough to continue taking classes.

The entirety of winter break passed within a blink of an eye and before you know it, spring semester has started.

You walked through the halls with your hood up and a face mask covering the lower half of your face, your bag on one shoulder. Your grip on your bag tightened as students from all around you were chatting animatedly, catching up with their friends. The sound of loud overlapping voices, the harsh glare of the ceiling lights, and the various scents mixing in the air were all starting to make your head throb. You made a beeline for the nearest bathroom, sighing in relief as the sounds and smells were minimized the second you shut the door. You approached the mirror, your knuckles turning white as you held onto the sink, trying to distract yourself from your manifesting headache.

This was a mistake. You thought that you had adapted to everything but that was when the school was basically deserted, most students spending their holidays elsewhere. Now that everyone's back and within close vicinity, you clearly have made little progress. You were so eager with trying to be normal again that you failed to realize how overwhelming this situation could be to a newly turned vampire. You slightly hissed as the headache persisted, the sink making a cracking noise as you unknowingly used your supernatural strength.

After the pain subsided, you made the decision to go back to your dorm and retreat for the day. You walked out of the bathroom after composing yourself, heading to the direction of the dorms. Too busy looking down to block out the hallway lights, the other person groaned as you collided with their body.

"Y/N, hey," your classmate winced as he rubbed his chest. "Damn, you're strong."

"Sorry," you muttered with your head still down. You felt your head start to throb once more as the smell of his strong cologne wafted to your nose, rendering the mask useless.

"How've you been? How was your break?" He asked. You knew he meant well, but you couldn't help but feel bothered.

"Good, good. Just slept a lot," you looked up to meet his concerned gaze. "How was yours?"

"It was good! My family rented out a cabin so that was nice," he trailed off. "Are you okay, by the way? You look a little pale, no offense."

"Flu season," you faked a cough through your mask, the latter nodding in sympathy.

"I'm sure your boyfriend will nurse you back to health in no time. By the way, where is he? This is the first time I've seen you without him."

Your eye twitched in irritation as the conversation kept going, your senses overburdened. "Actually, we broke up-"

"There you are," you stilled as you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt him rest his chin on your shoulder.

No, no, no. This couldn't be happening.

As if sensing your panicked state, his arms constricted further, ensuring you couldn't leave his grasp. "Hi, baby."

"Wooyoung, how was your winter break?" Your classmate greeted the newcomer, unaware of your predicament.

"Would've been better if this one stayed with me the entire time," he chuckled, kissing your temple through your hood. He had said it as a joke, but you knew it was a warning. You remained rigid, your fingers starting to fidget with your sleeves. Your breaths started to fasten, but your face mask hid it well.

"Also, Y/N, did you just say that you guys broke up?" Your friend questioned. Too wrapped up in your distress, you didn't get to answer him as Wooyoung swooped in.

"Well, we technically broke up because she's no longer my girlfriend..." Wooyoung hummed as he slid a hand down to intertwine with yours, the other still wrapped around your midsection. "She's my fiance."

Both you and your classmate's eyes widened in shock, your heart racing. What is he talking about?

"Congratulations to you two! Y/N, why didn't you say anything? And where's the ring?" He fired questions loudly, worsening your headache. Feeling your discomfort, Wooyoung was quick to turn you around and bury your face in his chest. Despite still being angry and fearful of him, you made no moves of pushing him away as his hoodie helped muffle your surroundings, giving your ears a break from the insistent comments. His familiar sandalwood scent filled your nose— it wasn't as pungent as that night, but rather soothing.

“We’d love to stay here and chat, but Y/N here is feeling sick,” he rubbed your back as you subconsciously nuzzled closer to his scent.

God, you hated how his presence gave you solace.

Your classmate nodded in understanding before walking away, leaving the two of you alone. Wooyoung continued rubbing your back in circular motions before leaning down to your ear. "How are you feeling?" He murmured.

"...hurts," you hesitantly answered as more people flooded the halls, further vexing you. He held your hand as you let him lead you back to your dorm, your head hung low in pain and shame. A few weeks ago, you ran away from this man and now, you were letting him touch you like nothing's changed; not that you could help it when he was the only thing keeping you sane at the moment. You made no sound when he pulled out his key fob from his pocket to unlock your door with a duplicate key.

"Fuck, I missed you so much," he groaned into your neck once he shut the door behind you. "I wanted to run after you, you know? But the others told me to give you space." He cradled your face in between his hands, eyes peering down at you before desperately pressing his lips onto yours. You were still disoriented, so you didn't register that he was kissing you until he had pulled away. "I missed this," he licked his lips to savor the taste. "My poor baby, I shouldn't have left you alone... Shouldn't have listened to the guys... My girl didn't need space... You needed me..." He said in between pecks, each one firmer than the last.

He gently guided you to sit on the edge of your bed before crouching down in front of you, your hands in his grasp. By now, your body's acclimated to the quiet dim environment, your headache gone. "You did so good today, baby," he praised. "I shouldn't have let you run that night, but what matters now is that you're not alone anymore. I'm here to help you every step of the way, baby. We can start with meeting up with the guys because they missed you, you know. We need to start moving your stuff into the apartment, then after we'll-"

"No," you interrupted. Now that your mind's regained its clarity, you were finally able to think for yourself instead of blindly falling for Wooyoung's charms.

"No?" He repeated.

"No," you tried to free your hands from his grip, but he tightened his hold. "I don't need anything from you because we're over."

"Baby... do you really believe that?" He chuckled. "You'll always be mine and there's no changing that. You can't change fate." He stood up, towering over your sitting figure.

"I broke up with you," you said lowly, inching backwards on the bed as Wooyoung moved closer. You flinched when he started slowly trailing his hands on your legs. You hated how he made you feel so weak, but you hated the fact that your body immediately recognized his touch more.

"Did you?" he hummed, his gaze following his hand movements before snapping up to meet your eyes. He squeezed your thighs, smirking when he noticed your face turning red— he found it endearing how your human traits were still intact. "I don't remember that," his hands traveled down your calves. "Here's what I remember," he yanked your ankle towards him when you tried to back away some more. "We celebrated your birthday... we made love... completed the bond... then you ran away."

"You turned me into a vampire," you spat, ignoring the building burning sensation in your throat. "Don't just gloss over the fact that you did this to me without asking. You didn't even bother explaining anything," you turned your head away when he leaned his face closer to yours, his arm on the bed to support himself.

"Baby, you're so cute when you pout," he teased. "But don't forget that it was you that ran away before I could explain anything." You huffed when you realized he was right, eyes flashing red in irritation. "Hey, none of that," he chided.

"Don't tell me what to do," you glared at him. "For fuck's sake, get out and leave me alone!" The words spilled out of your mouth. Your heart subconsciously clenched when you saw the stony expression form on Wooyoung's face. You didn't know if it was the feelings you still harbored for him or something else, but seeing his blank look had your mind scrambling to apologize. "Woo, I-I'm sorry-"

"Shhh, you're alright," he instantly engulfed you in an embrace, rubbing your back. "You're confused, overwhelmed, and thirsty. It's not your fault." Your mind was too occupied with his affection to notice the overbearing tone he used. At the mention of the last part, you were made aware of the familiar tingling feeling in your throat. Your eyes widened in horror as you felt a dull pain erupt from your gums. His sandalwood scent filled the air, luring you to his neck. You tried to pull away, but he kept you in the same position. "Don't fight it, baby. You need it... you need me," he whispered in your ear.

"No, I don't want to-" you refused. His scent and the faint sound of his pulse further tempted you, but you remained strong. This whole situation reminded you of that night, and you wanted to dissociate yourself as much as possible from the monster you were.

"Please, Wooyoung. Don't make me do this," you softly pleaded with your face scrunched, trying your best to block out the alluring scent. Your throat was on fire at this point, while your fangs increased in length. It was obvious to the both of you that you were losing the fight against temptation. "If you make me do this, I'll hate you forever," you said through gritted teeth.

"No, you won't," he shushed, keeping one hand to rub your back while the other cradled your head closer to his neck. "Even if you did, I'd have an eternity to make it up to you and trust me... that's what I plan on doing regardless." He could sense that you were close to breaking, so he continued. "Baby, you're in pain... you need me to take away all the pain," he cooed. "Think about what just happened out there. Everything was too bright and loud... you were trembling... I can't even imagine what would've happened if I wasn't there," he sighed as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Your eyes were trained on his pulse point, each beat enticing you. "You're mine, baby," he whispered. "Let me take care of what's mine, hm?"

For a second, you had hope that you were strong enough to fight the bloodlust. You were convinced that your human side would prevail against your vampiric nature. The moment you blinked, however, you found yourself latched onto Wooyoung's neck, vehemently sucking his blood as you gripped his shoulders to keep him still. You closed your eyes in disappointment as you drank, a few tears escaping your eyes in resignation of your fate.

He moaned softly when you had finally succumbed, hugging you tighter to eliminate any spaces between your bodies. "Good girl," he panted as he clutched the back of your head firmly, pushing you closer to his neck. A small smile tugged on his lips when he realized he had won you over, his mate.

You remained in that position for a while before you finally pulled away, having had too much blood. You licked your lips when he cradled your face in between his hands, observing you— you were on a high, filled with bliss.

Wooyoung smirked at the sight of his mate, finding your euphoric state adorable. "Y/N," he gently called out to grab your attention, before pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.

This time, you reciprocated it with the same energy.

"yeah baby? you almost there? come on, hurry and finish."

as the video progresses, you grip your phone tighter. the random man continues to spill out sweet nothings, fueling your desire.

he's positioned upright in a chair, rubbing his cock feverishly with a heaving chest. you almost mimic his breathing as simultaneously, you quicken the pace on your clit.

your headphones perfectly encapsulate the low, sultry voice he speaks to you in, and a brisk shudder over takes you.

with a slight thrash to your body, you widen and close your legs against the soft bed. your fingers work at maintaining the pleasure pulsing throughout your core, while the desperation fills your stomach.

fuuck. you're so close this time. you just know it.

so what if all of the other attempts this past week has been an utter fail? you just know this time will be different.

a low whine buzzes from your lips and briefly your eyes shut, "awww....mmmm. yes. oh fuck, i'm..." you keep on whispering to yourself.

the speed you’re producing is so intense, it practically has your pelvis rocking alongside the rhythm. no true thoughts resided in your head—simply the absolute need to finish blares in the forefront of your mind.

by now, the man on your screen appears to also be close, with how his body starts to convulse, "baby—shit. i can feel the cum about to rush out. fucking hell, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum."

and right as his torso stiffens and the milky load begins to spill out, a loud thump from outside of your headphones makes you nearly drop your phone smack dab onto your face.

“holy-!” you jolt from the noise, putting an immediate halt to your movements down below. quickly, you pause the video as you remain still, trying to process what the hell that noise was.

there’s a pause.

after a second, you think you’re okay to start up again; however, another roaring bang echoes in from your left, and this time, you let your phone fall down next to you while you scramble to yank off your headphones.

when yet another sound is made from the other side of your wall, you find yourself shooting up from your bed. breathing heavy from adrenaline, you hear from a distance slight murmurs being muffled by the division—but oh god, do you know them all too well.

eyes narrowing, you try to focus in on the voice. there’s more murmuring followed by a heinous cackle, one that resembles a hyena. then shortly after, an even louder thud flows into your room and at this point, you’re absolutely triggered.

this bastard.

“i’m gonna kill him.” the words are tight and menacing as immediately, you throw the blankets away from your body and scoot out of bed.

fuming, you grab your sleep shorts from the floor and yank them up your legs, before jamming your feet into nearby slippers. you throw on the tank top just left in your bed, and soon you’re stomping out of your bedroom.

ooh, that freaking bastard. words can't even begin to describe how pissed you are. any chance at you having the perfect orgasm—long gone. the feeling between your legs—your pleasure and desire—instantly dissipated. what remains is raging hot aggression, the kind that you can feel radiating from your core.

little grumbles leave your mouth as you now pass by your living room, a nearby clock reading, ‘1:47 AM’. just the sight of the time makes your eye twitch, and after swiping your keys from their place holder, you swiftly beeline out your apartment door, making sure to end with a harsh slam.

it takes 0.2 seconds before you’re standing in front of your neighbor’s door, harshly knocking at it. there’s no breaks, just continuous, rapid banging.

tiny comments flow from your mouth, "swear this stupid idiot.....god, i’m gonna.....he's so dead..."

from the other side, you hear footsteps approaching, along with quiet mumbles and a laugh. you’re still pounding at the door until there's a soft click and it gets thrown in.

there stands your idiotic neighbor—jeong yunho—holding the door propped open with one hand and a phone to his ear with the other.

he's lost in conversation, his gaze to the floor and a short smile present. he hasn’t registered who's here yet. though, once he briefly glances up, yunho's whole demeanor begins to change. he sees you, pissed, sticking out your hip and crossing your arms.

“oh……" yunho's face sinks in on himself, mouth now slightly parted. he casts a look away as his expression turns stoic, "uh. yeah, i’m gonna have to call you back.”

as you wait for him to hang up, foot tapping to count the seconds, you couldn’t help the way your eyes fleet around to examine his sleep attire. it looks so similar to yours.

a black tank top that hugs his torso and basketball shorts that hang loosely off his waist. usually when you come over here, he's decked out in a large sweatshirt plus sweatpants. at some point, you started to think that's all he owned. but, clearly not.

when your eyes skip over to the arm on the door, you could see his bicep flexing from how hard he gripped the wood. and close to that, you peep the messy state his hair is in, all curly and tussled.

after observing his face, you start to realize you've been ogling at him for too long. so, you force yourself to look away and pick up an interest in the carpet you're standing on. god, does he just piss you off. you can't even stand the sight of him.

a harsh sigh leaves your throat and you start to roll your neck around in frustration. can he just hurry up?

yunho grimaces softly at your outburst before returning to his friend. he listens intently to what's being said, part of him also trying to mask the irritation pricking at his skin, "hmm? yeah, i guess. just be quick about it."

a low voice is on the other end, you register, evident by the deep laugh he produces. you can't really make out anything being said, but after sneaking a glance at yunho, you assume a question’s being asked.

he's giving it some careful thought. his head shifts up a tiny bit, eyes moving around the ceiling as he thinks. but, really, the moment you swiftly hold up your nails to randomly inspect them, that's when he's able to dart his eyes down to your distracted body and give the question true thought.

he's watchful of your next-to-nothing clothing, and how it outlines every part of you. the small buds poking through your tank top fabric, proving that you're not wearing a bra. your smooth thighs that are held close together. he's observant of everything.

however, when you shake your shoulders back and throw your hand down, it quickly snaps yunho out of his mild trance. in one motion, he sweeps his attention away from you and clears his throat.

“okay, i’m not even gonna think about what you just asked—no, seriously i’ll call you back later. i’m hanging up now.”

he wastes no time in dropping his hand and ending the call. then, as he peers upwards, ready to formally address you—well, you make sure to beat him to it

your head is cocked to the side as an icy tone slips out, "finally. i was starting to get impatient."

blinking, yunho stares at you briefly before inhaling a long breath. he can already tell how the rest of this conversation is going to go, judging by your already snippy attitude.

"i'm sorry about that. the phone call ran a little longer than i-"

"frankly, i don't give a fuck about that," you cut him off, body instantly tensing up from just how annoyed you are, “have you lost your goddamn mind? it is the middle of the night, why the hell are you being so loud? again?"

fuck him. his body expels a quiet sigh as his tall figure hunches down slightly, "i was just...rearranging some furniture."

this time, your words are more clipped, "and you couldn't have waited until morning? are you a fucking idiot?"

it takes everything in yunho to keep his composure.

lately, every single time you come knocking at his door to complain, this is usually how it goes. you storm over, beat at his door, then berate him for about 5 minutes before walking away and slamming your door shut. every. single. time.

he wonders where this anger came from all of sudden, the hostility. you hadn’t always been this grumpy, but for the past week, it’s like you’d just decided to hate his guts. even in passing, like when riding the elevator or entering the apartment together, you always wear a scowl around him. like it's now been permanently etched into your face.

seriously, what’s your deal?

when you make a particularly frustrated groan half-way through your rant, it's then yunho comes back to reality.

"this is my third time coming over here in a week. my third time. but somehow, there’s always some stupid fucking excuse as to why you’re being so damn loud," you sneer, not even able to recount all of the other dumb reasons he's given you thus far, "do you think i enjoy this? having to tell you to shut up every other day?"

his face reactively tilts down as a dry scoff flies out. sorry, but he doesn't really want to deal with all of this tonight. if that makes him apathetic towards your situation, oh well—so be it.

before he knows it, a snarky remark comes flying out, "well, you have been making it a habit lately, so i'm sure you must find some enjoyment in being a bitch. right?" he ends off with a straight face and condescending shrug.

oh.

in a flash, the blood flowing through you turns cold. your eyes go bewildered from his dig at you and you change your stance to somewhat cage him in. you notice he doesn’t move away from you, but that didn’t stop you from still trying to size him up—if that’s even possible.

“listen to me, jeong yunho,” your voice starts off unusually low, and surprisingly, yunho seems to respond well to it, “i don’t want to come back here ever again. so either you shut the actual fuck up for good, or i’m calling our landlady next time and i’m going to have your ass finally evicted.”

after you finished, an overbearing silence takes over. there are so many things yunho could say to you right now. his mind is racing a mile a minute, and yet his mouth remains closed as his eyes begin to lower. his hand is starting to shake from squeezing the door so hard.

eventually he drops his arm, right as you take a few steps back. you both have this lingering tension in the air, almost as if you two are secretly trying to zap each other with the charged energy. before you walk off, you make sure to eye yunho up and down with an obvious snarl.

“you got that?”

his eyes wander around your stature, and once he makes eye contact with you, he breathes in deeply, “you know, it’s always such a pleasure whenever you visit. really, you should do it more often. tomorrow night, maybe?”

his tone couldn’t be laced with any more sarcasm. and to that, you simply begin to walk away, not forgetting to throw a, ‘fuck off,’ over your shoulder.

yunho waits until you’re close to your door before calling out to you one last time, “get some good sleep. or else tomorrow, you're gonna wake up cranky again. and we don't want that, now. ”

you flip him off clear as day, and then with a tight grip on your handle, you slam the door shut. shortly after, you hear your neighbor’s own door close just as aggressively.

now that you’re in the comfort of your own space, you finally let out the whiny squeal built up from the interaction, “ugh!”

fuck, he gets underneath your skin in a way you’ve never experienced before. the anger makes your body tingly all over, lighting up each and every part of you. you’re on fire.

kicking off your slippers, you don’t even care where they land. you toss your keys in any direction when passing your kitchen table. upon entering your room, you immediately begin to strip because for some reason, the clothes were becoming too constricting.

once you’re in your underwear, your body flops down backwards onto the bed, your breasts to the ceiling. chests huffing, you still feel your heart thumping from the events earlier, but also from the sheer frustration coursing through your veins.

frustrated that you’ve had to deal with jeong yunho for the past week, and absolutely nothing has changed. frustrated that no matter what the circumstance is, he manages to get you heated like no other. frustrated that you missed out on what would’ve been your best orgasm as of late, if only he just...wasn’t your neighbor.

you roll over to your side, staring blankly at the wall. as unfortunate as it is, you can’t control who your neighbors are—meaning the irritation you feel is just a consequence of poor residency. but, you absolutely could’ve relieved at least your sexual frustrations. and you had been so close too. a silent huff fills the room as a pout grows on your lips. what are you going to do?

because even if the feeling in your core has long disappeared, internally, there's still this lingering itch needing to be satiated. it's buried deep down, but it's there. you can sense it. you breathe out another groan and soon find yourself shifting to your backside once again. the feeling is definitely there. it just needs to be reactivated.

so without much thinking, you pick up your phone from wherever it was around your bed, and begin tapping aimlessly on the screen. the video you had been previously watching is immediately pulled up, though you're not in the mood for it anymore. you’re craving something else.

after searching and scrolling around the website, another intriguing video catches your eye, and in one swoop you click on it. after so many fails and empty climaxes, you have a last resort in mind to finally cure your desire—but, it's one you were trying to avoid.

already connected to your headphones, the video starts to play and quickly you lean over to your bedside drawer. it's not a hard find, your little pink rose toy, as it’s tucked away in its usual corner. the last time you had used it...maybe five months ago? six? you can't exactly pinpoint it, you just know it's been a while.

you roll back over to your bed, your eyes scanning it wearily, "mmmm...."

you don't know what's wrong with you. you really have no idea. but a while ago, you learned that your clit is extremely sensitive. and it was because of this toy. the first time you had used it, not only did you nearly piss yourself (genuinely), your orgasm also came in six minutes.

it had buzzed, sucked, and pulsed your cunt in a way you've simply never experienced before, and honestly, you hated how quickly it made you finish. on top of that, you were left feeling raw and overstimulated afterwards, trembling in your bed once it was over. ever since then, you've opted to use your fingers, something that gives you time to fully enjoy the experience.

however, tonight is different. you've tried everything already, but to no avail. you're needy. you're desperate. you want to get this over with. if that means you'll be finishing in basically five minutes—then so freaking be it.

not wasting another second, you quickly begin to toss on your headphones and immediately the sounds of a male moaning enters your head. you pick up your phone in one hand, and reposition the vibrator in the other.

your knees instinctively rise up as you move your body around in order to find the perfect position. when you believe you’ve achieved it, you use your thumb to press down on the small button which turns on the rose.

although the sound is silent to you, the buzzing that's instantly felt in your palm makes you shiver. nearly a whimper topples out of you from just pure anticipation of what's to come. steadily, you move the toy down, all the while your eyes remain glued to the scene.

the new man is needy, just like you. he's gripping and palming himself over his clothed erection, causing the once lost feeling to be reignited inside you. a slow throb pulses through your core. the moment the vibrator touches your own clothed sex, a tiny moan shoots out. already, you feel the vibrations hitting you in all the right places, and you're not even bare.

you press it down a little harder into your clit, the sensation now overtaking your whole cunt. shuddering, you allow yourself to adjust to the pace, but not for very long. without fail, your hips begin to gradually buck against it as the rose works itself into your slit.

your teeth goes to tug onto your lower lip, and momentarily your eyes flutter close, "oh my god."

you have to stop your back from arching off the bed, that's how good it feels. you keep the toy close to your sex, and even start to circle it around your underwear to produce more ripples of pleasure throughout.

and with each surge of pleasure, there's a reactive noise to go along with it. you notice you're more vocal than usual, but truly it's because you can't help it. that's what makes using this toy so dangerous.

another low whimper fills your ears as this time, the man starts to slowly bring out his cock. he's not in a rush. no, he’s barely touching himself, yet he’s still squirming around as if anything more would be too much. like any small movement would cause himself to cum on the spot. the sight of him just turns you on even more.

by now, you're full on humping yourself into the vibrator, even though you haven't touched yourself naked with it. you're too nervous that once you do, you'll be seriously cumming and shooting out liquids all over the place. the barricade of your underwear is enough for you. you still feel on the edge of an orgasm.

"hmm...hmm...fuck, 'm almost there." your face is a mess right now, you already know. the small grunts you're letting out overrun your mouth. the shallow breaths you’re emitting. all of it attests to how much of a mess you are.

you can't control anything that's happening. not the way your hips are chasing after the vibrations, nor the way your eyes squint open to see the man jerk himself off. his cock is even twitching from each stroke, like it's ready to explode any moment.

you groan a little louder, "holy...fuck. oh, fuck. gonna cum soon. mmm....gonna...cuh—"

- beeeeep -

a text notification comes popping in from the top of your screen, followed by another. you skim over them, stopping all movements plus the video. once you register what was said, as well as who sent them, it makes your heart fall to the pit of your stomach.

jeong yunho

2:14 AM

i think i understand why you've been so moody lately

you’re just a little frustrated, aren’t you y/n?

focus blurred, you quickly exit out of the video, going to fully open up the texts. meanwhile, the vibrator lays lonely between your legs as it continues to suction on your clit in a way that has you lightly jerking around.

your eyes narrow, “stupid fucking a-asshole.” straight away, the pads of your fingers type out a short message. just have to get this over with.

y/n

2:16 AM

i don’t know what you’re talking about

before you can even leave the message log, your neighbor is already producing another text.

jeong yunho

2:16 AM

yeah, the vibrator isn’t all that quiet

embarrassment rushes to your face, your hand shooting down towards the toy. you skittishly remove it from yourself and quickly power it off, then throw it to the other side of your bed, “shit!”

you’re so screwed. oh fuck, you’re so screwed. yunho is never going to let this go, you can already foresee it, and just that thought alone is enough to make your cheeks burn. how humiliating.

jeong yunho

2:17 AM

why’d it stop? did you come already?

weird, i didn’t hear it

“what’s his problem?” running a hand over your face, you hold back a groan that truly wants to escape out of you. are you stupid? had you really been that loud? you don’t think you were, but, god, somehow he still heard you.

with your face all scrunched, shame overtaking your expression, you bring your fingers forward again to begrudgingly type out a response.

y/n

2:19 AM

what are you even saying right now?

again, i have no idea what you’re talking

you can’t let him know the truth. in your mind, all you can do right now is just deny.

….deny…deny….de…ny…?

jeong yunho

2:20 AM

yeah?

you don’t remember moaning over and over again just now? whining about how you’re almost there?

that you’re so close to cumming?

i mean, you just said it, how can you not remember?

your face shrinks while reading the string of questions. well, fucking hell. what more could you say now? he basically called you out and quoted you verbatim. slowly, your eyes shut and you take steady breaths. oh wow. your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest right now. you can feel it.

but furthermore, you feel so exposed. so vulnerable. especially since it’s him who heard it. fuck, why him? to make matters worse, there’s not much you can even say to refute his messages. at this point, he knows, really knows. so, how do you respond?

y/n

2:22 AM

fuck off

yunho

2:22 AM

the walls aren’t thin, i’m sure you of all people would know

y/n

2:22 AM

jeong yunho, fuck off

jeong yunho

2:23 AM

i could hear you so clearly. you sounded needy

like you were gonna finish at any second, but didn’t, yeah?

you never orgasmed?

even with your cold replies, how is that he still has more to say? that more messages continue to flood in? your moods already been killed, but now it feels torturous to sit here and just take it.

y/n

2:24 AM

i’m not talking about this anymore

you glance off to the side as the vexation travels through you. part of you debates if you should just go ahead and block him—rid yourself from this nonsense. he's toying with you right now. obviously. and you're sick of it.

you fix your fingers to get ready and block him for good, when a vibration buzzes in your hand.

jeong yunho

2:26 PM

but you're still frustrated, right?

you know, if you really need help, i can come over

reading that makes you audibly gasp. what is happening? now, you feel like he's just saying anything.

y/n

2:28 AM

stop it

you're not being serious

scowling, you adjust your back against the bed. what a stupid joke. stupid jeong yunho, with his stupid joke. your eyes look up to your ceiling, mind wandering. he doesn't mean what he's saying...you know he doesn't. he's just messing with you, as always.

until his other message comes through.

jeong yunho

2:28 AM

i promise you i am

it really doesn't have to mean anything either. im just offering some help.

after seeing that, your face bucks backwards. where is this even coming from? you're so confused.

jeong yunho

2:29 AM

so can i come over?

yeah, you aren't sure what sort of game he's trying to play, but you're not falling for this.

y/n

2:30 AM

absolutely not

you’re not coming anywhere near me

there’s a brief pause before he types another response.

jeong yunho

2:31 AM

oh yeah? what about inside of you?

your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. WHAT. instinctively, you bring a hand up towards the wall. two loud smacks are given to the hard surface as you try your hardest to slow down your breathing. holy—what the actual fuck is wrong with him?

from the other side, a subtle laugh reverbs through the wall, and you resist the urge to beat harder on the surface. shortly after, another message comes through on your phone.

jeong yunho

2:34 AM

sorry, guess that was too much lol

but i’m being serious, y/n

no wonder why you’ve been so bitchy lately, you’re just sexually frustrated. and clearly you need help.

reading the latest text has you scoffing, though some cold sweats begin to drip from your forehead. because how was he able to read you so well? yeah, maybe you’ve been a tad bit snappier with him recently, but that could be for any reason! you didn’t like how easily he figured you out, especially since you are sexually frustrated. and it’s bad.

even then, you find yourself with your guard up still. he may be able to call out your problem, however, that doesn’t mean you want—jeong yunho of all people—to fix it. he’s your annoying, dumbass neighbor. what all does he know?

as you permanently shut down whatever the proposition was in your head, you also force yourself to ignore the slight twinge your belly does. you’d be lying if you said there wasn't a small part of you affected by his words. wondering, what exactly is he offering right now?

no.

shaking your head, you tighten the pressure against your legs as you prepare to type out one final message.

y/n

2:37 AM

for the last time, no.

just leave me alone

with that, you turn off your phone. another buzz comes through, but you don’t even check it. you’re so over it—over him.

turning, you try to find a comfortable spot on your back, panting slightly from pure anxiousness. your heart feels like it's about ready to explode from his words.

'you know, if you really need help, i can come over'

reactively, a hallow laugh tumbles out from you, eyes closing briefly. because seriously, what is the matter with him? he's ridiculous. always saying the crudest, most dumbest things. but now, it's truly gone too far.

your eyes crack open and then you decide to adjust over to your side, facing away from your phone. your mind starts to wander to all the events from tonight.

the night had started off so good.

the sensation just pouring through your core the first time you started masturbating. god, did it feel amazing. even when that attempt at an orgasm failed, the same pleasure was quietly still there. silently waiting for its chance to finally spill over.

but, it never did.

rounds after rounds—even with jeong yunho's interruption—you never came. it's been a week of this. and now, you're just done. you've decided that this rut you're in has gotten the best of you.

you don't know how long you'll be suffering, with the subtle ache pulsing away in your core. hopefully with time, it'll go away.

a sudden vibration makes your skin jump. turning around, you spot your phone inches away from you, the screen lighting up. yunho's contact pops up from afar.

eyes low, you stare at the phone. your brain is scattered, and yet, a recurring thought keeps coming back to you.

should you do it?

you've literally tried everything. fingers, pillow humping, fisting. even the rose toy, which usually has you cumming in genuine seconds, couldn't get you off, and frankly, you don’t want it to anymore. you're stuck.

you blink your eyes a few times.

what all would he even do?

you don't think you'd want to go...all the way with him. just something to help alleviate your pressure. and nothing that would last too long, you had to be up early in the morning. quickly, a blush overtakes your face as you start to feel embarrassed by your thoughts. but...anything is better than nothing, right?

"oh, god..." your stomach churns when you reach out to grab your phone.

unlocking it, you see the latest messages from your neighbor were attempts at trying to sway you. still, you disregard them. you've made up your mind now.

with a burnt face, you type out a simple: 'fine, come over', all the while you try your hardest to calm down your nerves.

he replies back in an instant, but you've already powered off your phone, stomach full of butterflies at the thought of jeong yunho taking care of your problem.

yet, when you start to truly think about how jeong yunho will take care of this problem, an immediate pulse hits you hard in your center.

before you even have a chance to react to the sensation, rapid knocking emerges from the distance. your stomach sinks to your ass, as you frantically work to put your tank top back on. then, you leap out of bed.

you don't even have time to reconsider this idea, with how swiftly you glide out of your bedroom and across the living room. you're scared the moment you start to think about this, you'll back out. and deep down, you know you don't want to do that. not when another chance has literally thrown itself at you.

only an idiot would pass this up.

once you reach your front door, you don't even check your peephole. with a quick twist of the handle, you open the wooden door inwards, and there stands jeong yunho on the other side.

his body looms over yours as he leans against the door frame. although he's still wearing the same outfit from earlier—the tank top and shorts combo, there's no longer an annoyed expression to accompany it. no, there's something entirely new.

his eyebrow's are furrowed, indicating slight confusion. there's a sprinkle of curiosity within his eyes, and below that, the corners of his mouth are turned smugingly upward. but all over, yunho has a faint red hue coating his face, like he's also nervous for what's to come.

for a short second, neither of you say anything. a quiet staring contest is what you both have. there's a look to yunho's eyes that makes you want to clench your stomach. bouncing your eyes back and forth between his gaze.

until unexpectedly, he clears his throat and tilts his head to the side, "crazy, now the roles are reversed. hold on—should i start yelling at you too? throw in some degradation while i'm at it?"

you see him trying to hold back a grin as he stifles out a laugh. his eyes are crinkled and dimples are showing, all the while you begin to lower your gaze. haha, so funny.

eventually, your face straightens out into a deadpan, "shut up."

yunho continues to laugh, body shaking as he chuckles, and without thinking, you lunge to grab at his chest, "just get in here."

bunching up his tank top, you yank him inside your apartment. he enters with a stumble, with you only releasing him when he's few inches behind you.

more laughter is coming from the tall boy, and while you hear him trying to regain his balance, you stay facing forward with a hand on the door. part of you is still contemplating if you should go through with this whole thing, and yet the other part is yelling at you to stop making things so complicated.

both sides are clawing at you, though once you take a deep breath, a brief moment of clarity hits. you use your courage to push the door close, now trapping you both inside.

you slowly turn around towards yunho. he's already taken off his slippers and placed them onto the nearby rack, waiting for you to make the next advancements. a small smile remains on his face.

okay, this is serious. your vision darts off to the corner, fingers reaching to play with the hem of your tank top, "uhh...so..." there's a pause, "bedroom's just down the hall."

yunho now regards you with a mildly confused face, raising an eyebrow. he's definitely sensing a change in your attitude from just moments ago. you fidget once more with your shirt, the silence becoming too deafening for you. ultimately, you decide to proceed forward towards the narrow hallway.

at least, until a hand catches you in place.

"not so fast...where do you think you're going?" yunho's voice piques up at the end as he starts to bring you back, his grip firm and tight. you're tripping over your own feet and only stop once you're placed directly in front of him.

you don't look up at him, even though you feel his eyes burning deeply into your scalp. the spot where he's touching you starts to heat up, and all you begin to think about is how hot his touch will feel other places. oh, god. now you really can't look at him anymore, your face feels completely flushed.

yunho's aware of his hold on you, though he doesn't try to remove it. his eyes remain on you and how he can tell you're deliberately avoiding eye contact. he's never seen you so shy before, he realizes. so timid. it's almost a complete turn around from how you've been acting this past week—hell, even the past three months he's known you.

he's realizing that you're truly nervous, and god does he like that. eyelids fluttering, yunho feels little tingles start to spread all over his body.

"hey," his tone is more serious, but you sense a hint of playfulness somewhere, "y/n, you gotta look at me when i'm trying to talk to you."

the moment he addresses you, your body erupts into shivers. as your head stays lowered, your eyes slowly work their up till their peering through your eyelashes.

"what do you want?" your voice is a buzzed whisper.

"are you nervous?" his hand shifts up from your arm to now your shoulder, "you're acting so different."

you want to shrug him off of you and back away, though the slight squeeze he has on you keeps you from doing so. instead, you feel that area begin to heat up, your attention remaining on him.

"i'm not nervous," how you managed to say that without stuttering—you don't know either, but your heart feels like it's gonna explode, "i'm just not used to....this."

he mulls over your words, lips pursing in somewhat agreement, "hmm, yeah. i can see that. i don't usually call my neighbors over for a late night session either.

your face lightly scrunches, "i didn't really call you ov-"

"i don't want you to worry, though," ignoring you, he shifts his hand once again until it's resting near the nape of your neck, fingers curled over it, "i know you think i'm just gonna go in that room, fuck you a couple of times, then leave."

his vulgar words shock you. expression now stunned, your breathing turns heavy as he travels his hand towards the front of your neck, now placing a soft clasp around your throat, "but i won't do that to you. i told you i'm here to help. here for you."

gradually, the hard look in your eyes begins to melt. your face becomes more relaxed, and yunho notices this.

"what, you like this? my hand around your throat?" he mumbles out.

you're dazed, lips slightly parted from the quiet gasps you're taking in. he cocks his head to the side as he watches your changing face.

"mmm, i kinda like seeing you in this state," his eyes rake around your features, whole time you stare back weakly, "can't really call me an idiot anymore, can you?"

you try to speak, but yunho instantly hushes you quiet. he's stroking his thumb up and down your smooth skin as he leans in just a tiny bit.

"you're so cute, y/n. just the face you're making, it's so..."

he's only inches from you, you can feel his breath hit your face. oh, god. and he's coming closer towards your lips. his eyes are low, mouth hanging, waiting to take in yours.

you close your eyes in anticipation, but at the last second, he curves your face.

his mouth goes to the shell of your ear instead, just barely touching, "go take us to the bedroom now."

his words pour into your head as a near whimper dribbles out of you. he backs away with the same heated look in his eye, while you're completely disoriented. he takes his hand away from you, and with a small stagger you turn around and lead him down the hall.

what fucking spell did he just put you under? your head is mush. you can't think straight. the throb in your core is practically beating at you, and it's making you even more dizzy. the moment you step foot into your nightly lit bedroom, you're immediately twisting to face yunho. oh, you're done for.

he's trailing in behind you, his walk a bit different from yours. he ambles up to you, though when you briefly glance down at his shorts, there's an obvious bulge sticking out of the fabric. your eyes widen, but yunho's calling your name to recapture your attention.

he stops in front of you, eyes heavy with lust, "just looking at you got me so hard."

"yunho," you say with whine. your neck is craned upward to look at his face.

"so fucking hard." he repeats, tone even lowered. his hand comes back up to your nape, and you watch him lean down, "i can't even concentrate."

your eyes bounce back and forth between his gaze and his lips. you want to beg for a kiss. beg for him to finally end this tortured pain you're in. but instead, you part your lips and lower your eyes, signaling to him that you're ready. desperation fills your expression, and yunho is drinking every bit up.

he watches your hazy state, how quickly you fell apart for him. what an absolute turn around from how you were acting earlier in the night. you're just a mindless doll at this point. so ready to be completely ruined by him.

thinking this, a low groan escapes his throat, "god, you're so good to me."

his mouth drops slowly before enveloping yours with a greedy kiss—finally. he takes your lips hungrily as you tilt your head for a better taste. the two of you stumble back slightly until the bed grazes the back of your knees. he grips the back of your neck harder.

the intensity of the kiss has you levitating. slow pants start to leave your mouth, only to get swallowed up by yunho’s mouth. he’s coming at you, hard, as if he’s been deprived for so long. you slip a bit of your tongue into his mouth which sends a shudder down his back. as payback, when yunho’s lips come down on yours again, he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth.

you whimper. you two are completely enamored with one another. all thoughts have left your head and you're left with a desire that's practically eating you alive.

his lips part from yours once more, "fuck. can't wait for you to make such big mess on me."

he breathes heartily then captures your mouth, the two of you sharing another kiss. swiftly, he breaks away, "gonna make you cum so hard."

he uses all of his weight in the next kiss he gives you. yunho begins to lower you further into the mattress, the two of you not releasing. the bed squeaks from the added pressure, until eventually you're laying down on your back. and a genuine whimper buzzes out of you. you're dying within his grasp.

he’s pulling your lips harshly within his, groaning and mumbling more dirty words. the hand behind your neck shifts towards your front, him pressing down into your throat. that makes you whine. the noise bellows out of you, only for yunho to shut you up with a rough kiss. god, you're so loud. he thinks to himself.

still passionately making out, his pelvis starts to rock between your legs. he's so fucking turned on right now. his bulge rolls deep into your underwear, your pussy creating the perfect crevice for him. the new friction makes you see stars. so much is happening right now: the kissing, his hand on you, the way he's grinding into you, all of it has your senses on overload.

then, he rips himself away. he slides his hand up to underneath your chin and forcefully turns your face away. he goes to the side of your neck—kissing, sucking, and licking around your skin. you can already feel the hickies starting to form.

"need to leave a reminder for you," his words fall onto your neck, and all you could do is moan, "you're gonna remember this night."

he places a few more hickies on you.

releasing his hand, he starts to travel down your body. he kisses and licks along your sternum, before stopping at your breasts. his eyes flicker up to your lust-out expression, taking a brief pause. you wait anxiously for his next move.

"want me to suck on them?" his voice is just barely audible. you quickly shake your head 'yes'.

his gaze drops down to your tits. your hard nipples poke out of the fabric of your tank top. they're practically begging for stimulation. he leans in close to your buds, and gives one of them a quick flick of his tongue.

"oh, god." your body stutters from the sensation.

intrigued by your response, he leans over to quickly lick at the other bud, you reacting the same way. you are just so fucking sensitive, he's noticed. everything he's done so far has you damn near falling apart.

he keeps this in mind as he keeps working his way down. he gives you kisses against your stomach which causes butterflies to erupt and your belly to convulse slightly.

soon, he's at your underwear. you're quivering, body squirming, just waiting for him. but, he doesn't proceed. he sits a bit longer. your underwear is a cute color, a pretty shade of purple. and it holds your cunt so well.

"so pretty," muttering, he dips down to place a soft peck at the top of your underwear, "oh my—are you twitching right now?"

he calls you out with tiny grin. he's watchful of your current demeanor. you've already shut your eyes. it'd been too much to see yunho do this to you. with each little touch he's given you, your body reacts like it's never experienced this before. your short breaths fill the room, and you think anything else will make you cry. you really are a mess.

"just...just do something," you whine, "please, yunho."

and with that, he's instantly gliding your underwear off of you, throwing it wherever on the ground. he grips your knees and pushes them further back as now, he gets the best view of your needy cunt.

you're glistening, wetness coating your lips like someone had just drenched water on you. he swears he even sees your hole lightly opening and closing, basically asking for it to be stuffed.

a groan trickles from lips, "why is your cunt so perfect? it's just begging for me to ruin it." he takes his fingers from off of your knee and runs them up and down your slit.

"gah—yunho!" wailing, your pussy immediately clenches from his movement.

"you're like a toy, holy shit," he does the motion again, except this time he makes sure to end with slow circles at your clit, "your body listens to me so well, like the good toy you are."

a string of slickness leaks from your entrance. oh, man. you can already sense your sensitivity getting the best of you. he's only just now started stimulating your cunt, but it feels like too much already.

"you twitch on command. leak on command," in a swift motion, he brings his head down to lay his tongue on your sex, starting from your wet entrance and ending at the top. he whispers out the next part, "can i make you cum on command?"

when he moves his hand away to do the same action again, your eyes roll into the back your head. yunho grips your knees again, his face buried deep between your legs. he gives a hearty lick to your cunt once more, then another, then another.

"mmmm, fuck. yunho, this....this feels so good." you're lightly jerking, hips involuntarily moving. he use this as motivation.

his jaw flexes open, taking in a greater amount. soon, his licks turn into large kisses. he's conscious of the fact that you're on edge. he feels you moving around in his grasp. he's determined to make you finish, now.

mouth fully between your cunt, he swirls his tongue deeply into it. ripples of pleasure come bursting through your core, shooting up through your veins, before ending at your head. you feel faint.

your hips push harder against his face, and a noise quickly starts up. a squelching sound rings through both of your ears as your wet pussy begins to mix with yunho's mouth. it sounds disgustingly wet—but, you love it. you feel so dirty, so nasty, but that just turns you on even more.

your juices turn frothy and bubbles out from the side of yunho's face. when realizing this, he groans inside your sweet clit. it vibrates you in a way that makes you quiver. you let out a throaty moan and he starts to speed up his pace.

"oh, oh—i think i'm close." you huff, chest rising up and down sporadically. god, you're so close.

yunho hums at your words, but to be honest, he's too drunk off your taste to really hear you. he's too far gone. more sloppy kisses are given to your cunt. they're sloppy, filthy—disgusting. so much so that he starts to shake his head in circles, just to give an extra sense of pleasure. the other secret reason, he freaking loves how wet his face feels from your dripping cunt. he wants it permanently on his face.

he goes in faster. you're already whining, wailing out desperate cries. it truly is too much. the build up from earlier to now, you don't even know how you were able to last this long. though, it's going to be over soon.

and soon hits you faster than you could've ever expected.

you don't even know what triggers it—probably everything—but in an instant, your body quickly convulses and your eyes go white. your orgasm hits you stronger than you've ever felt before.

"ah—fuck! oh, god!"

yunho clamps down onto you when he feels you orgasming, his mouth slurping and licking all over your pulsating core. he feels even more liquid gush out, only adding to the mixture he's created. he guzzles it all down, just everything is so messy.

you continue to thrash around, part of you trying to break free from his grasp while the other part does nothing but let your rapture wash over you. eventually, your body calms down, your movements slowing to a halt. even as you try to regain your composure, yunho's still going at you as if he's starved. now, you're going into overstimulation territory.

"ahhh, yunho," glancing down, your voice is weak when you address him, "mmm, you can stop now. i'm done."

he drinks up your pussy one last time, before parting dramatically. he's pushes himself up, so now you can fully see his face. and god, is it glimmering in wetness. but, before you can even comment on his current state, yunho's already pulling down his shorts.

your eyebrows scrunch, "what are you doing?" although your brain is still foggy from your intense finish, you still have some awareness.

his shorts drop to his knees along with his boxers, and you're left wide-eyed. he's huge. and you mean huge. his thick cock stands up perfectly, reaching all the way to his stomach. his tip is a dark pink color and you swear you see little drips falling from his slit.

yunho sighs a relief at finally being able to free himself, "y/n, i already promised i wouldn't fuck you. we can save that for another time."

another time? if even possible, your eyes open wider. what does he mean another ti—

"but, fuck, i really need to do this," his hand comes up to aimlessly stroke away at his cock, his pelvis grinding slowly into his palm, "i won't stick it in, i promise. just need to feel your sweet cunt on me again. i feel so close."

your breath hitches. is he suggesting what you think he's suggesting?

"you...wanna...?"

"is that okay?" he asks quietly, his hand squeezing harder around his base.

you knew how dangerous of a request this is. even if he wasn't going to insert it, you knew lust can make people do anything. but then, why does the thought sound so good?

"i'm already sensitive..." you try, barely. you can already imagine what it must feel like, and the thought gets you horny all over again.

"i'll be quick, i promise," he says firmly, already lowering his body to be close to yours, "i can already feel my cum about to shoot out. just want something to stimulate it."

his face stops right in front of yours as you feel his tip just barely graze your cunt. you hold back another moan.

"i can do it?" he asks once more, this time looking into your eyes. you stare back at his large, brown gaze, and instinctively, you whimper out a 'yes'.

he's quick to grab his cock, now positioning it to where his shaft lays beautifully along the crevice of your pussy. earlier it had just felt so good, he knew he needed to do it again.

your pussy wraps around his skin, enveloping his warm cock. yunho's already buzzing with tingles that travel up around his body. and then, he begins moving.

he rocks his erection between your lips, starting off ever so leisurely. he's getting a feel of your bare cunt running up and down him. you bite your lip to hold back a scream. you're too overstimulated for this, him rubbing his cock against you in this way. your eyelids flutter as your breathing turns ragged.

"oh my—fuck, y/n. i'm gonna cum. shit, your….your cunt's gonna make me me..."

he speeds up his hips, him full on grinding his length into your pussy. holy fuck, did he make the best decision. his mind becomes clouded, his breathing turning hard. as for you, well you've already check out, with just how sensitive you are. and yet somehow, you feel yourself working up to another orgasm.

he digs his hips deeper and deeper, his cock rolling along your clit. his tip would pass by your bud, giving it the perfect stimulation. he's so close. so damn close. he's practically fucking your cunt right now. and you're just taking it so well.

it wasn't until his final buck, in which a creamy, white load comes foaming out from the top. it lands directly at the bottom of your stomach, but then starts to seep down to your precious slit. feeling the viscous liquid, a smaller, less dramatic orgasm takes over you—yet it still had you quaking.

your pussy begins squeezing and pulsating yet again, which just milks yunho's fat cock even more. the two of you moan simultaneously, you both shaking and twitching against one another.

and that's how this night ends.

what once started out as your terrible attempt at the perfect orgasm, ends with you actually achieving it—twice. on top of that, it was all done thanks to your stupid, idiot neighbor, who's currently passed out next to you.

finally. after this long, eventful night, are you able to sleep peacefully, even with jeong yunho curled up right beside you.

- Bonus -

it's been 2 weeks since that night with yunho and you have absolutely no idea where two's current relationship stands. through it all, he'll always be your idiotic, annoying neighbor—the one who keeps you up late at night.

except for now, he's been keeping you up late for a different reason.

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jeong yunho

11:13 PM

y/nnnnn, can you come over right now?

i need help :(

you grimace at the texts sent, you dropping down your pencil to focus on them. you're currently sitting at your desk, trying to prepare for an exam you have coming up.

y/n

11:14 PM

but you just texted me this morning???

how could you possibly need help again??

what the hell? he's never texted you twice in one day about this.

jeong yunho

11:14 PM

ugh, i know and normally i don't even get hard again after i cum

but god, i literally couldn't stop thinking about the way your mouth felt around me this morning

started daydreaming about it and got a boner LOL

"aww, yunho!" moaning, you silently curse his idiotic brain, head drooping. this isn't the first he's asked you to take care of a problem caused by his stupid thoughts. you've already told him to learn how to control them!

and unfortunately, you're not available for him.

y/n

11:16 PM

oh my god

sorry but i can't right now, studying for a test

jeong yunho

11:16 PM

oh boooooo

you're a smart girl, i know you'll ace it

y/n

11:17 PM

wanna know how i get this smart? by studying

jeong yunho

11:18 PM

but y/n it's so painful

my cock's throbbing for you

look

sent image

reluctantly, you open the picture. it's of his erection protruding through his grey sweatpants. you can tell he doesn't have any underwear on from how large he looks in the photo, and also by the fact there's small specks of dark grey splattered near the top. his pre-cum.

shit. you really should not have opened this.

jeong yunho

11:19 PM

need you so bad

please, help me

you bring your bottom lip inwards to chew on it. you really need to study, and you know this. but, fuck, he looks so good right now. the noises—the whimpering—he made for you earlier this morning resurface to your head, and now you're even more conflicted.

another text from yunho comes through.

jeong yunho

11:22 PM

it'll be the neighborly thing to do ☹️

oh, please. your eyes roll at that. he's been throwing this phrase around about a week after you two started fooling around with each other.

ugh, what an idiot.

y/n

11:23 PM

you know what? fine, here i come

truthfully, you were convinced since the beginning, you just wanted to see how far he would go. you shoot up from your desk and grab your phone, feeling your core already tingle at what's to come.

you begin to make your way out of your bedroom when another buzz comes through.

jeong yunho

11:24 PM

atta girl

my favorite neighbor

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It had been about a month since you moved in to the Kim Family house as a live-in nanny. Mr. Kim had just settled a messy divorce and won custody of his two children which was great but brought along some challenges with his demanding job.

You got lucky with this one. It was your first job as a nanny but something must have told Mr. Kim that you had promise. Your hours were Monday-Friday from 6am-6pm with weekends off. You had a room in his house with access to everything in the kitchen. Unlimited grocery budget. Even on the weekends you stayed at the home, enjoying your time off in your room or by the pool.

You were in charge of making the meals for the family, taking the kids to school, and doing the laundry and errands when they were in class before picking them up. The job paid nicely. Very nicely. And you admit you did quite enjoy living with a very hot single father.

Hongjoong Kim was handsome and successful. He owned multiple businesses around the world, always in meeting and making phone calls. He typically worked from home but, on the occasion, had to go on visits to his buildings.

Hongjoong was great with his children, always taking time after work to spend the evening playing with them or helping them with homework. You were thankful you got the evening off work but often found yourself lingering, enjoying his company a bit too much.

He was sweet and made you giggle whenever he would tease you for every stain and rip caused by the craziness of watching the kids.

“You’re quite messy, aren’t you?” He would smirk, making you blush.

“Sorry, Mr, Kim. They insisted on mixing the brownie batter but had some trouble with the hand mixer.” You tried to explain but he held his hand up gently to stop you.

“I’m only kidding. I like the mess. I appreciate you taking such good care of the kids.”

———————

Your room was next door to Hongjoong’s. It was small but had everything you needed. A queen bed, desk, dresser, and tv. You hung fairy lights and some pictures to make it feel more like home. Mr. Kim has been quite generous, letting you pick up anything you wanted at the store whenever you went on a trip for the family. You treated yourself to silk sheets, a plush rug, comforting teddy bear, and… a vibrating dildo from the “family planning” aisle.

You threw it in the shopping basket a week ago. The cart full with groceries and other home necessities which made you hope the item name would blend in with everything else on the receipt.

The first time you used it, you came in less than a few minutes, completely not use to the intensity. You came hard, orgasming from pressing the end down hard on your clit, legs clamping together while you gasped into your hand, hoping Mr. Kim could not hear you.

What you didn’t know was that, not only could he hear you, but he could see you.

Hongjoong Kim was a loving father, businessman, and a pervert.

He knew there were more qualified applicants for the job than you. But when you walked in with your blinding smile, short skirt, and hard nipples peeking out from under your cotton shirt, he couldn’t help but hire you. He wanted you in his home, prancing around, just a thin wall between you two. A wall that now had a tiny, almost invisible, peephole.

He tried to control himself at first. He was actually very satisfied with the job you were doing and thought for a moment to keep it professional, and he did.

For a while.

——————

You were gone visiting your parents for the day. When the kids were asleep for a nap, he walked into your room to see what you had changed. It was lit beautifully with twinkling lights, everything still organized from you just finishing unpacking. However, his eyes caught the glimpse of a crumpled up piece of black fabric on the floor. He reached down for it, holding it up in front of him. A pair of silk black panties. The crotch coated in dried arousal.

He brought it up to his sharp nose and inhaled the scent, getting drunk off of it. His cock immediately getting hard, straining against his slacks. He wondered what made you so wet. Did you cum in these? What did it look like when you came undone? He had to find out.

It was that night he took a drill and carefully made the hole. It was blended in to the wallpaper nicely, pointed directly at your bed, not easily seen unless you were searching for one.

He was able to put it to use that evening.

You got back to the house and ran quickly up the stairs to your room, accidentally ramming into Mr. Kim in the hallway. He gripped your arms tightly to steady you, the strength of his grasp making your heart beat.

“I’m so sorry, sir!” You gasped. Hongjoong secretly shifted his now growing erection he seemed to get every time you referred to him as “sir.”

“No worries, hun. Just be careful. We don’t want you getting hurt.” His voice was thick like honey, making butterflies appear in your stomach. You suddenly realized how incredible close you were to him. Eyes focused on his lips and sharp teeth that were pulled into a smile.

You gulped and nodded your head, unable to form words. He let go of your arms and tapped under your chin lightly before slipping back into his room, leaving you breathless in the hall.

Hongjoong’s chest was heaving as well as he tried to calm himself from behind the door. He waited until he heard the soft ‘click’ of yours shutting, then went to look through the hole he had made.

He watched as you slowly walked around the room, placing your stuff down in its rightful place, and as you began to change into your pajamas.

You slipped your tank top over your head, fingers grazing your sides as you lifted it up, goosebumps raising on your skin. You inhaled deeply at the sensation, suddenly wondering what it would feel like if your touch was replaced by Mr. Kim..

You shook away the thought and pushed your skirt down to the floor, leaving you in your panties and thin cotton bra. Your nipples were hard, creating pebbled peaks through the fabric.

Hongjoong’s cock twitched from the sight.

The air in the room hit your core, the cold feeling between your thighs illuminating you to the fact you were aroused. You brought your fingers down between your legs and pressed down onto the wet spot, your panties squelching from the arousal.

You didn’t know but, behind the wall, Hongjoong was losing control.

Your panties fell to the floor, right next to the pair you had slipped out of the night before. You were not one who was new to pleasuring yourself but, lately, you found yourself aching to get off every night. Thoughts wandering to your new “boss.”

You lifted your hands up to your chest and cupped your breasts in your hands giving them both a squeeze. You exhaled quietly then took each nipple between your fingers and pinched. A small whimper slipping through your parted lips.

Hongjoong started to palm himself over his pants as he watched you, pre-cum leaking into his boxers.

You turned to your bed and climbed on top, unknowingly giving the man of your fantasies quite the view of your perky backside. Hongjoong wondered if anyone had used that hole yet..

Reaching up towards all your pillows, you dragged out your new giant teddy bear and laid it down onto the sheets. Mr. Kim watched as you straddled the stuffed bears stitched face, nuzzling the nose up into your cunt. Your hips rocking back and forth over it, the hard plastic piece sewn on to the snout rutting up against your clit perfectly.

“Mmm..” you whimpered as you continued to ride the stuffed toy. Your fingers finding your breasts again. You slipped the bra off over your head, tits spilling out. Hongjoong rutted his hard cock against the wall, watching as your tits bounced while grinding your cunt into your toy.

You felt your climax building and quickened your pace. Mr. Kim noticed also, and freed his aching cock from his pants. His hand wrapping around his throbbing member.

“That’s it baby, don’t stop.” He whispered so low he could hardly hear his own voice. Your head was thrown back, hips rocking quick and off-beat. You were so, so close.

“Auhh- mm-“ you whimpered mindlessly, ready to snap. Sounds pricking at Hongjoong’s ears.

“Come on baby, let me see you cum.” He growled.

Your orgasm followed quickly, almost as if you had heard his filthy words. You convulsed and twitched as you rode out your high, your climax coating the fur of your teddy bear.

Hongjoong’s released onto his hand, his lip almost bleeding from biting down so hard to halt his moans. He continued to milk himself until you collapsed onto your bed. He could see the glistening and matted fur of the bear when you tossed it aside.

He had never been so jealous of a stuffed animal before.

He cleaned himself off and sat in his bed, a sudden feeling of shame washing over him.

What was he thinking? Spying on his young nanny? He was a father! He would kill anyone who thought to do that to his children so, why should he? He swore to never use the peephole again. And he kept that promise.

Until you bought the sex toy.

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Things had gotten a bit different at the Kim household. Hongjoong decided the children needed to be on a stricter schedule, in bed an hour earlier than before. This made the house a bit quieter and easy to walk around in without the children wanting attention.

Tonight, you were treating yourself to a bowl of vanilla ice cream. You ate it standing at the kitchen island, slightly bent over the granite countertops watching a YouTube video. You were startled by a pair of hands lightly grabbing you around the waist.

It was Mr. Kim, holding you still while he tried to slide past you. His crotch “accidentally” grazing past your behind.

“Sorry, my dear. I thought ice cream sounded good as well.”

“Oh, um- yes. Please join me.” You shuttered.

Mr. Kim grabbed a bowl and a scoop and stood next to you at the counter. He brought the frozen cream to his lips and ate it delicately. You found yourself watching him, studying him. He was handsome and mysterious, always polite and kind but definitely had a secret.

He felt your stare and looked over at you.

“What? Do I have some on my face?”

“What?” Your cheeks felt hot. “I’m um- no. Sorry.”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but giggle.

He suddenly reached his hand out across you, his knuckles scraping against your semi-hard nipples, making you jump.

“You have a bit-“ he said, ripping a paper towel off the roll next to you and brought it to your face. He wiped off the melted cream that coated a piece of your lip, his hand lingering a bit long. The tension in the room grew as you both stared at each other intently. Your core began to ache deeply.

You wanted him so, so, bad.

“I uh, thank you. I think I’m finished. I don’t want to have too much sugar and not be able to sleep!” You told him, your voice a bit too high pitched to be believable. But of course, you couldn’t tell him that really, you just needed to go upstairs and masturbate. Immediately. Your nipples still tingling and pebbled up hard under your shirt. Mr. Kim noticed as well.

“Sure. Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You walked out of the kitchen quietly then quickly trotted up the stairs, locking your bedroom door behind you. Your pussy ached, clit pulsing with desire. And your panties? Already ruined, just like every night before.

Did he mean to touch you? Graze across your sensitive nipples? Did he know how it made you pulse down below where his cock should be?

You stripped out of your clothes and ran your hand across your naked body, goosebumps raising onto the skin with every trace of your own fingertips.

On the other side of the wall, Hongjoong licked his lips, ready for show.

You sat on the edge of your bed and brought your hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit slowly, warming yourself up before reaching to grab your vibrator out of your nightstand drawer and replacing it where your fingers were.

The vibrations tingled your clit, making you whimper softly. But, it wasn’t enough. You needed something more.

You had yet to use the toy inside of you, intimidated by penetration as you had yet to loose your virginity. But, even without knowing what it would be like, you craved the feeling of a cock inside of you.

Of Mr. Kim’s cock.

You pulled your knees up high onto the bed, resting your heels on the side of the mattress and brought the dildo down to your hole. You pressed the tip down onto your opening, teasing it lightly with the vibration turned off.

Hongjoong’s jaw dropped, realizing what he was about to see. He frantically unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor, cock already leaking.

You pushed the toy further in, your soaking wetness making it slip in easier than you had thought. Only experiencing the slightest sting from the stretch. It was greatly muffled by the deliciously full feeling you were getting the deeper you pushed inside.

The entire length of the toy was now inserted into you. You could feel yourself throbbing around the silicone, dripping down onto your hand. Your thighs twitched, and you swore you could cum just from the feeling of this toy stuffing you alone.

Taking a deep breath to brace yourself, you clicked the ‘on’ button, toy buzzing to life. Your toes curled, the deep vibrations instantly making your cunt orgasm.

“NNNUUUGGNN!-“ you moaned loudly. Uncontrollably. Body twitching and convulsing.

Hongjoong couldn’t believe his eyes at how hard you came from just having the toy inside of you.

‘A virgin.’ He thought to himself, mouth watering.

You pulled the toy out of you and turned it off, still experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm. You curled up into a ball, holding your twitching legs until you could feel them again. Once you caught your breath, you jumped up, running across the room to peek through the crack in the door.

Did Mr. Kim hear me moan? You thought to yourself. You didn’t think so.

Hongjoong noticed what you were doing and chuckled to himself darkly in the quiet. Pleased with the idea that he was the first thought in your head after cumming.

You climbed back on the bed and, to his surprise, got back into the position you were in earlier. Bringing the toy back to your drenched entrance and, with more force this time, pushing it in. The vibration staying off.

“Mmm..” you moaned to yourself. Your sensitive core squishing around the toy. Even after already having one orgasm, you still felt needy. Greedy.

You moved your wrist up and down slowly, pumping the toy in and out of you. The sensation was delicious, heat spreading from head to toe from this new sensation.

“Oh- oh fuck-“ you whispered to yourself. Unable to fully comprehend the pleasure. You sped up the pace, the dildo pulling loud and lewd squelches from your core.

Hongjoong couldn’t believe how easily your wet heat swallowed the toy. He wrapped his hand around his cock and moved it up and down, matching the speed of your thrusts. He could see your creamy arousal coating the silicone, dreaming of what it would feel like to take its place.

You continued to fuck yourself, dildo plunging into you over and over again. The feeling was getting intense, your heels lifting off the bed as you pulled your legs back closer to your chest. Your legs were spread wide and you were now using both hands to push the device into you.

You no longer attempted to hold back your moans, not caring if Mr. Kim heard. You wanted him to.

Mr. Kim was panting against the wall, eyes loosing focus as he climbed higher towards his climax. The sounds of your whimpers feeding his perverted soul.

“Mmm… Mr. Kim..” you whimpered, imagining him in place of the stiff and cold toy.

Hongjoong gasped, his hand forming into a fist against the wall, wanting to break through it. The pace from his hand around his cock speeding. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. He was sure of this now.

You were desperate to cum. You were drenched, walls starting to clamp around the sides of the dildo, and the pressure between your thighs was beginning to become too much. You had to let go.

You closed your eyes and focused hard, picturing Mr. Kim hovering over you as he thrust his hard cock inside over and over. His name leaving your lips along with a slew of curse words and moans.

Your hand dipped down between your legs, fingers positioning themselves above your clit. It only took two circles of your fingers to send you over the edge.

You wailed as you fell apart, still fucking yourself through your high. The pressure in your core boiling over again, this time, making you gush a stream of clear liquid onto the floor below you.

“Fuck-“ Hongjoong grunted as he came, coming completely unraveled at the seams as you squirted. Your toy falling out of you and dropping onto the wet floor.

“Ahh!” You screamed, body convulsing. You had no idea what just happened. After coming down from your climax, you sat up and looked at the wet floor under you. Did you just pee? It didn’t look or smell like pee. And god, did it feel good.

You suddenly became very aware Mr. Kim may have heard your orgasm, your shame returning. You blushed, rushing to clean up your mess before he came to check in.

Hongjoong had cleaned himself off and sat down in his room, pondering. Wondering. Fantasizing. His innocent little nanny fucking herself thinking of him?

He replayed the visual in his mind: toes curled as you came, squirt gushing out all over the floor and toy.

He knew he shouldn’t cross the line. You were doing such a good job taking care of his kids. You were younger than him, innocent.

But all that went out the window the second you moaned his name.

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The weekend came soon enough, the kids packing to go to their mother’s house. You gave them a kiss on the cheek and waved the car goodbye as their driver pulled away. You skipped inside, excited to go upstairs and read a book you had started recently.

You trotted up the stairs and swung your door open. To your surprise, it was not empty.

“Oh, um, hi Mr. Kim. I didn’t realize you were done with work yet.”

He was sitting in your chair, legs crossed and hands folded in front of him. A beautiful, yet somehow intimidating, smile spread across his face.

“I got done early today. I thought I’d come and see what you done with the place since you’ve been with us a while now.” He stood up and started to wander, observing every trinket and picture. “How are you liking your first posting so far?”

“It’s wonderful. I really enjoy the work and the kids. I think we get along well.” Your pulse continued to get quicker, face blushing. You were nervous to have him in your room. The place you thought about him the most.

“I um, and very thankful that you gave me this opportunity.” You told him, clearing your throat to hide your wavering voice. “I hope I’m performing to your standard.”

He turned and looked at you, his shining teeth glistening as he grinned.

“You are doing very well. The kids adore you.”

“Thank you, sir.” You told him.

His cock twitched in his slacks.

He turned away from you and picked up your teddy bear off the bed. That teddy bear, and raised it to his eye level. Almost to study it.

“Tell me, do you have everything here that you need?” He asked, not looking away from the stuffed toy with matted fur.

“Yes, sir. I do.” You couldn’t help but feel like the air shifted in the room. It was tense. “I know I haven’t been as forthcoming with my appreciation for everything you’ve done for me financially. I can’t even begin-“

Hongjoong lifted his finger to silence you, putting the bear back down in its place.

“No, sweet girl, that’s not what I meant. What I mean is, are you satisfied with everything you have purchased?”

“Sir?” You questioned. The confused look on your face made Hongjoong chuckle darkly. Shifting over just slightly, his hand reached down to your side table drawer, opening it.

Your body ran cold when Mr. Kim turned back towards you, your dildo in his hand.

“And was this a good purchase?”

Tears pricked at your eyes as the embarrassment set in.

“Mr. Kim- I- I’m so sorry. I should have never used your card to purchase it. It was unprofessional and-“

“Stop.” He demanded. “Stop apologizing.”

You clamped your mouth shut but the tears continued to drip down your cheeks. Mr. Kim walked over to you slowly, eyes never breaking eye contact, and lifted his fingers to wipe the liquid away. His hand lingered, caressing your soft cheek.

“Tell me something, my dear.” He said darkly. You gulped but looked up at him waiting for him to continue. “Do you always fuck your virgin pussy to the thought of me?”

It felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of your lungs.

“I-“ you stuttered, your brain faltering. Hongjoong chucked in satisfaction.

“It was very thoughtful of you to give your stuffie a break.” He told you, gesturing over to the bear he had earlier. The one you use to get off. “Although, I can’t help but feel sorry for him. What a loss.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Your mouth felt dry, your voice coming out weak. Hongjoong smirked.

“No need to play coy. There are no secrets here.” He licked his lips. “I know you like to shove his nose into your dripping cunt. Humping it like a needy little bunny.”

“How do you-“

“I know that ever since you bought this toy you haven’t mounted your little friend here since you pressed this toy against your sensitive little clit.”

You stood there in shock. You could hear your heart beating, it was deafening.

“And I know that you made yourself cum on this silicone cock while moaning my name. Loud enough for me to hear.”

“Mr. Kim.. sir- I-“

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked you darkly, a smile still on his face. It was almost evil.

“I don’t understand how you know.” You managed to say, voice hardly a whisper now. Your eyes surveying the room for any possible hidden camera.

“No, no cameras.” He told you, already guessing what you were looking for. “Much easier to incriminate. I’m more of an old fashion guy.”

He circled behind you and placed his hands heavily on your shoulders. He turned you towards the wall, lips to your ear so he could whisper.

“It’s crazy how much the tiniest opening can show you so, so much.”

Your eyes caught the view of a tiny black dot. It couldn’t be bigger than the head of a pencil eraser. You walked up to it slowly, bending forward to peek inside. Your blood ran cold when you saw a clear view of Mr. Kim’s room.

“You’ve been watching me?” You turned around quickly to face him. Your voice in utter disbelief.

“Watching you.. fantasizing about you.. jerking off to you..” he admitted shamelessly.

“That’s disgusting!” You raised your voice but, your body was betraying you. You could feel the wetness start to leak out onto your panties.

“Oh, please.” He scoffed. “You wanted me to watch. To hear you. My name always on your lips when you stuffed yourself.”

“Mr. Kim.. please-“

“How did it feel? How did it feel to cum to the thought of me fucking you?”

You knew there was no getting out of this confession. He had been watching. Listening. And, although you knew what he did was wrong, it made you absolutely throb with desire.

“It felt so fucking amazing.” You admitted, eyes closing and head rolling back at the memory. “I’ve never orgasmed like that in my life.”

Hongjoong groaned at your confession, his erection becoming visible in his pants.

“Tell me more.” He urged you, wanting to hear how much your innocent self would share.

“I- I felt dirty at first. Touching myself to you.”

“When was the first time?” He asked curiously. He started to step closer to you.

“We were at the pool. I was in the jacuzzi.” You licked your lips as you played back the scene. “I was in the water and you were laying on the side. I could see your cock through the leg of your swim trunks.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded your head. “The water jets hit my clit just right. I’m surprised you didn’t notice when I came. I thought you saw everything.”

You started to feel bold. Mr. Kim raised an eyebrow in response.

“What else haven’t I noticed?” He asked, wanting to collect every perverted thought and occurrence in his memory.

“How I always choose to wear thin bras. Even while working. Just so you can see my nipples poking through the fabric.”

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, now inches away.

“Now, that-“ he lifted his fingers, lightly pinching and giving a nice tug to your pebbled nipples that were poking out just like described in your confession. “-that, I’ve noticed.”

The sensation made you gasp, mouth opening. Hongjoong grabbed your chin with his hand and pulled you towards him, lips crashing down onto his. You moaned, melting into his body. You could feel his hard cock pressed up against you.

It was if you had never had a real kiss before. The way his lips moved against yours was something never experienced. Not with people your age. It was passionate, every movement with a purpose. Not slobbery and sloppy.

You enthusiastically threw your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in your hair. Hongjoong let out a deep chuckle and pulled away from your lips to place his onto your neck.

“So eager.” He whispered against your skin, raising goosebumps. He places soft kissed down to your collarbone. His hands are slowly making their way up your shirt, fingers sliding up against your stomach.

“Are you going to fuck me?” You ask him breathlessly.

“Yes.” His hands pushed your bra down slowly, letting your breasts fall out under your shirt. “But there’s other things I’ve been dying to do to you first.”

His fingers found your nipples and caressed them softly. The teasing sensation immediately making you throb below. When you felt his fingernail scratch the very tip of your peak, you shuttered. A pathetic whimper spilling out of your lips.

“Such a sensitive girl.” He hummed in approval before lifting your shirt up and off your head to unclip your bra. Mr. Kim sucked a sharp breath in between his teeth at the sight of you.

“God, you’re even more tempting up close.”

Hongjoong bent his knees slightly, lowering himself down in front of you. Your bare breasts now in front of his face. He grabbed them in his hands and pushed them together, nipples straining from the pressure. Throbbing.

“Can I suck on your nipples, pretty girl?” He asked politely, licking his lips. You nodded shyly and watched as he took his pointed tongue and flicked it against one of your peaks.

“Oh god-“ you whimpered while you watched him. Your doe-eyes not leaving his. He smirked and wrapped his cushion-soft lips around your nipple, suckling gently. Your head fell backwards as you felt your other nipple being pinched by his fingers. Your pussy started to clench around nothing as he worked your them with his fingers and mouth. You crossed your legs together and squeezed as you tried to find some sort of relief.

“What’s going on down there?” He pulled away from you to say as he chuckled darkly. “Are these bothering you?”

He wrapped his fingers into your waistband and pulled down your skirt and panties. You were now completely bare in front of him.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands cupped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, before tossing you down onto your soft bed.

He towered over you. His dress shirt was open at the top and messily untucked at the bottom, disheveled from the activities before. His hair was messy, not pushed back into a nice and neat professional look. Sexy. Intimidating. And he was staring at you, observing your naked body.

You blushed, clamping your legs together tightly. He grabbed your knees, prying them open.

“Why so shy? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Your pussy was dripping. Glistening in the lights of your room.

“Has anyone ever touched you here before?” He grazed his knuckles over your core, juices coating his skin.

“No.” You whispered with a shiver.

“I promise I’ll take good care of it then.” He told you and brought a finger down between your folds. Your thighs twitched as he dragged it upwards, finding your swollen clit, and gave it a light tap.

“Hongjoong-“ his first name slipped out of your lips for the first time. You slapped your hand down onto your mouth in embarrassment.

“Dont cover your mouth, baby. You sound so sweet when you say my name.” He cooed. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you sound?”

Hongjoong got down on his knees and dipped his face down into your cunt, dragging his tongue through your folds. Your knees tightened around his head as you gasped, reaching down and lacing your fingers into his hair. He smiled as he devoured you, humming in satisfaction of your sweetness that created vibrations through your core.

“Oh my god-“ you cry out in shock, never accurately picturing how good his tongue would actually feel until now. You bucked your hips, pushing yourself harder into his face. His pointed nose brushing against your swollen clit.

Hongjoong slipped a single finger into your tight hole and curved it upwards inside of you. It was long and slender, curving against your g spot. Your back arched off the bed and you let out a silent scream, mouth hanging open.

“That’s it, baby.” He groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. “Feel all of it.”

When he attached his mouth back onto you, he enclosed your clit between his lips and sucked hard, the tip of his tongue flicking over the top of it. The sensation making you moan. He could feel you tensing around his fingers, thighs closing tighter around his neck.

“Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

And you did. Legs clamping down hard around him but not slowing down his tongue. He continued to lick you as you came under him, thighs twitching every time his tongue lapped over your clit.

“Please!” You gasped. “Oh my god- I can’t! It’s too much!”

He would have kept going. Kept licking you until you broke. But, he didn’t want to break you. Not for your first time. So, he pulled himself away.

Hongjoong stood at the end of your bed, his mouth and chin still glistening from your orgasm, and slowly stripped down in front of you. Unbuttoning his shirt button by button, revealing his toned chest and stomach, and dropping it onto the floor. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a condom before dropping them to the floor as well, leaving him in his boxers. He placed the condom next to you.

“Have you ever put your lips around somebody’s cock before?”

“Yes.” You admitted. “Once. My senior year of high school.”

The smallest bit of jealousy bubbled up in his chest that he had to fight to shake off.

“I see.” He hummed. “How do you think you did?”

“Not very good. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“I’ll teach you.” He smirked and patted the duvet in front of him.

You scooted up onto the edge of the bed and took Mr. Kim into your hands. He was warm, skin silky soft, and throbbing in your grip. You slowly started to pump his shaft, a low groan rumbling in Hongjoong’s chest.

“That’s it. Now, when you’re ready, put the tip in your mouth.” He instructed you. You pumped him a few more times before lowering your mouth to him, looking up at him with your eyes as your lips enclosed around his now leaking head.

His cheeks became flushed and breathing more shallow as he watched you suck on him. Your tongue flicking over the slit that salty pre-cum trickled from. You hummed around him, admiring the flavor.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

You felt brave, slowly lowering yourself further over his length until you felt him hit the back of your throat. Hongjoong cursed above you.

“Fuck, do you have me all the way in your throat?” He asked you in awe then brought his hands down to hold either side of your face. “Relax your jaw and throat for me. I want to fuck this hole first.”

You relaxed your jaw and opened wide, as if you were yawning. When he felt you soften, using his hold on your head to keep you steady, he started to thrust into your mouth slowly. You took him with ease, the sound of you softly gagging on him driving him crazy. It took all his restraint to keep him from fucking your throat harshly, having to remind himself you were new to this. He kept his slow, agonizing pace until he didn’t think he could take it anymore.

“You did so well.” He praised, pulling out of your throat and caressing your cheek as you gasped for air. You laid your head against his skin as you collected your breath.

“Climb back onto the bed, pretty. Lay on your back.”

You crawled over the mattress and laid down with your head nestled between your pillows. Hongjoong grabbed the condom and slipped it on then climbed on top of the bed and positioned himself between your legs. This was it. What you had been dreaming of.

“If you want me to stop, tell me. And I’ll stop.” He said, voice low and serious.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered which made him give you a soft smile.

He shifted, brining his hand down to grab himself, and brought his cock to your entrance. He ran the head over your folds a few times and bumped it against your clit. You moaned and opened your legs wider for him. You were throbbing now.

You felt him push his tip into you, spreading your hole open. You gasped and gripped onto his back, nails scratching up his skin. He let you settle into him for a moment to adjust to his size before sliding deeper into you, inch by inch. Once fully inside, he didn’t move. He laid there and let you throb around him.

He was holding you as if you were in a hug. Comforting and safe. Forehead pressed down against yours. You both stared at each other panting. His thick cock making you clench around him from the fullness. Your pussy burning with desire. You bucked your hips and tried pushing up into him, urging him to move. Frustrated whimpers bubbles out of your lips that made a cocky chuckle manifest from him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He smirked. “Did you want something?”

You whimpered again and nodded your head.

“Then beg for it.”

His voice was strong and demanding, catching you off guard.

“What-“ you mumbled.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.” He told you again to make himself more clear. He wanted to hear you say it. Say how much you wanted him.

“Please.” Your voice was weak and hoarse. “Please Mr. Kim.”

“Please Mr. Kim, what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please fuck me, sir.” You whined and bucked into him one more time. Hongjoong bit his lip and eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Anything for my good girl.”

He finally rolled his hips into you, his thick shaft pulling in and out. The sensation was overwhelming and so much different from the dildo you had been pretending was him. He was hard but formed to your curve. Thick and rubbing against every sensitive spot.

“Holy shit-“ you cursed and wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close. You expected it to hurt. To feel like your skin was ripping in half but, it was the opposite. He had taken so much time, taken such good care of you before, that you accepted his cock with ease.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He grunted in your ear, his pace still stagnant. You wanted more. Needed him to take you as his.

“Yes.” You whimpered. “Yes but-“

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“Fuck me harder daddy.” Your legs fell open into a butterfly position, completely giving yourself to him. He growled in your ear as he started to fuck into you, his pelvis slamming down into your core at a pace that made you scream.

“Is this what you wanted? What you dreamed of?” He hissed into your ear, still relentless with his strokes.

“Yes! God- Yes!” You gasped, feeling your core tighten around him. Your nails ripping into his back. His thick cock dragging out filthy words and moans from your lips. Cunt dripping onto the duvet below.

Your mind wandered to the hole in the wall, wondering if this is what he pictured when he watched you in secret, saving ideas for his plot to seduce you. His filthy plot to take advantage of his young nanny. His perverted methods making you clench down hard around him, ready to come undone.

“Are you going to cum on my cock like a good girl?” He asked darkly.

“Yes daddy.” You whimpered, pussy clenching down around him over and over. “I’m gunna cum.”

“Give it to me.”

You crumbled below him, crying out his name while you convulsed from your orgasm. You wrapped around him and gripped him tight, head spinning from your release but he continued to thrust into you. The sensation between your legs was becoming too intense.

“Hongjoong-“ you whimpered his name pathetically. “Please, it’s too much.”

“I’m almost there, baby.” He panted, pinning you down by your shoulders onto the bed. “Take it so daddy can cum.”

His words and relentless thrusts made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You were completely overwhelmed with pleasure, consumed by it, and he gave you no mercy as he held you down. You loved it. And he knew it as well.

“God, I can feel you gripping me. Do you like it when I hold you down?”

You couldn’t respond, your voice gone from your body. You felt as if you were floating. Every nerve in your body sparked alive like fireworks.

Hongjoong brought his hand down between your connected bodies and found your swollen and sensitive clit, rubbing furiously against it. Matching the speed of his thrusts.

Holy shit, you’re going to cum again.

“Hongjoong!”

“That’s it baby, give me one more.” He begged, pressing his fingers harder against your clit right as he hit your sponge-y spot inside. Your orgasm gushed out of you and all over him while you screamed, a small puddle collecting below.

Watching you squirt on his cock sent him over, burying himself deep inside with a grunt during his release. His cum filling up the condom completely.

His shuttered as he pulled out of you, taking the condom and tying the end into a knot before tossing it in the trash can.

You laid there panting while all your limbs tingled, feeling like jello. You were spent and sore but in the best way.

Mr. Kim laid down next to you and wrapped you in his arms, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Are you alright?” His voice was soft and gentle.

“Yeah.” Your breathing was still slightly irregular. “That was- I don’t even know what to say.”

He held you for a long time while periodically placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You felt safe but his silence was a bit unnerving.

“Are you having regrets?” You asked him with a slightly shaky voice.

“No. No, not at all.” He told you, taking a slight pause before speaking again. “I just didn’t think about what we would do once this was all over. How we would carry on.”

You didn’t think about that either. Could you still continue to work for the man who fucked you? Spied on you through the walls? You should say no. Should keep these memories buried deep down below where nobody would find them. But that’s not what you wanted.

“Well, I’m off until Monday. And I’d really like to enjoy my time before I have to clock back in.”

He smiled a genuine smile, one of relief, and you smiled back.

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You worked for Mr. Kim for many years after your that encounter. Every weekend spent tangled up in each other’s beds while the kids were away at their mothers. No longer hiding the desire and longing you had for each other, from each other. All was in the open..

However, on the weekdays, Hongjoong still peered into the small hole he drilled long ago.. enjoying the show you put on for him behind the wall.

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“Wooyoung, stop digging through my shit!” You yelled at him as he tossed clothing out of your drawer and onto the floor piece by piece.

“I know you have my damn shirt in here. You steal all my shit all the time.” He grumbled and continued to rearrange every drawer.

“Oh my god I already told you I don’t have it! You’re so annoying.” You ran over to try and stop him, your heart beating as he reached for your bottom drawer. However, Wooyoung was strong and was able to keep you at bay with one hand.

“You’re very protective of this drawer.” He said in an accusatory tone. “It’s definitely in here.”

“Wooyoung I swear it’s not. Please stop before-“ before you could finish your plea, Wooyoung’s hand grabbed something from the corner of your drawer and held it up to his face. His mouth dropped in shock and your face turned scarlet.

“No. Fucking. Way.” Wooyoung threw his head back in laughter as he held your magic wand vibrator. You lunged for it which he expertly dodged.

“Wooyoung! Put it back!” You were frantically trying to grab the item back but he held it high above your head.

“I did not take you for a sex toy girl.” He teased you.

“Can you stop? That’s private.” You pouted which made him laugh more.

“We’ve been best friends forever. There shouldn’t be any privacy. What else is there is here?” He went back into the drawer and found the second and final toy you had hidden away. This one was your standard dildo. No tricks or gimmicks, just a dildo.

“Ah, a classic.” He told you, holding it up and flopping it around.

You managed to grab that one out of his hand and shove it back into the drawer.

“Wooyoung you’re embarrassing the fuck out of me right now. Can you not?” You begged

“Why are you embarrassed? Everybody jerks off.” He shrugged and held the wand in his hand. “I’ve always wondered what this was like.”

He turned on the switch and the lowest setting and his jaw dropped in shock.

“There’s NO WAY this feels good. That’s insane.” He continued turning up the speed, his hand vibrating around the top of the toy. “Bro I can’t even feel my hand anymore!”

You giggles, the embarrassment melting away. Wooyoung always knew how to make you feel comfortable.

“I promise it feels good.” You told him, the tone of your voice making you laugh.

“What setting do you use?” He asked you. You blushes a bit, unsure if you should actually answer, but switched the vibration to the second level.

“This one.” You told him. He felt the speed in his palm and his eyebrows raised a bit.

“That’s.. wow.” He seemed speechless. “Is it intense when you cum?”

“ Wooyoung!” You gasped and smacked him on the arm.

“What! I’m just curious. I’ve never seen one of these in person before.”

“Oh my god. You’re so annoying.” You mumbled to yourself. “Yes Wooyoung. It’s very intense.”

“Really?” His eyes widened with boy-like wonder.

“Yes.” You sighed and hesitantly gave him a bit too much information. “Sometimes I squirt.”

“Holy. Shit.” Wooyoung blinked at you slowly, taking in what you just said. He then suddenly shoved the toy into your hands.

“Show me.” He told you.

“What?!” You yelled.

“Please, I’ve NEVER seen somebody squirt before. It won’t mean anything, I promise.” He begged and pleaded. You looked at your best friend and thought about all the way this could be a bad idea. Knew it would be better if you said no. But, you did like the idea of somebody watching you. And who better than somebody you felt safe with?

“If I say yes to this, you never speak of it to anyone. And it doesn’t happen again.” You told him, your tone and facial expression making it known how serious you were.

“Fuck yeah! Deal.” Wooyoung threw his hands up in the air in triumph. “Where should I sit?”

“Um..” you thought for a minute. “Sit on the chair right there and I’ll sit on the edge of the bed.”

He grinned in excitement and took his seat on the chair, practically squirming. You grabbed the dildo from your drawer and placed it on the duvet next to the wand.

“I uh, gotta use that also.” You cleared your throat and stood in front of him. Your hands started to tremble a bit.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, a bit confused.

“I guess it didn’t occur to me that I would have to get naked in front of you when I initially agreed to this.” You looked down at your feet, cheeks burning red.

“Oh, right.” He seemed to have forgotten as well. “Just pretend like I’m not here.”

“Woo, you’re literally sitting right in front of me.” Your voice was flat and your eyes rolled. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Fine. I’ll close my eyes when you undress and you can tell me when I can open them.” He dramatically covered his eyes with his arms, a grin spreading across his face.

“I don’t know-“

“Here.” He reached down and lifted his shirt off his torso. “Now I’m half naked. So it’s basically the same thing.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how toned you forgot his body was. You took a deep breath and lifted your shirt off your head like he did and un-clipped your bra. Your breasts spilling out in front of you. Wooyoung had to fight to keep composure. Although you had been friends for quite some time, he had never seen you topless.

You sat on the bed and brought your hands up to your boobs, squeezing them softly. Wooyoung looked at you with wide eyes.

“This helps me-“ you felt awkward and felt the need to explain your process but Wooyoung shushed you.

“Just do what you need to do. I’m just here to watch.” He said, his voice low and husky.

You nodded your head and closed your eyes. You continued to massage your breasts, your nipples stiffening under your palms. You let out a small whimper as the sensitive nubs rubbed across your skin.

Because your eyes were closed you didn’t see Wooyoung start to lose composure as he watched. He could hear his own heartbeat, blood rushing to his groin. He tried pushing his dick to the side, trying to hide his arousal.

You took your nipples in your fingertips and pulled on them lightly, the shockwave of pleasure going straight down between your thighs. You clenched your legs together tightly, trying to find some friction as you got more and more turned on.

“Fuck.” You whispered when you punched down on your nipples hard, making your clit pulse below you. You heard Wooyoung let out a huff of breath and looked up to find him covering his mouth with his hand, focusing deeply on you, his eyes burning with lust. It looked like he was holding himself back from eating you alive.

“Do you still want to do this?” You asked him breathlessly. He nodded his head quickly, not opening his mouth to speak.

You took a deep breath and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your pants and underwear. You stood up off the bed just long enough to swiftly remove them both and sit back down.

“And you promise we won’t speak of this again?” You whispered to him, peeking shyly up at him.

“I promise.” He whispered back to you.

You laid back on the bed, leaning on your elbows, and slowly let your legs fall open. You both could hear how wet your folds were as they spread open in front of Wooyoung.

“Holy fuck-“ He groaned, unable to hold back. A zip of electricity felt like it zapped your core. However, he felt he went too far. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” You told him, letting him know you were fine. Then you grabbed your wand and laid it down between your thighs, resting on your clit. Taking a deep breath, eyes closed, you turned the vibrator on its first speed.

Your back and thighs lifted slightly off the bed as the toy buzzed on your swollen clit. The pleasure was instant. Bucking your hips into the toy, the vibrating white top of the wand ran up and down your slit, making your arousal drip down to the bed below.

Wooyoung couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He squirmed as your body writhed on the bed as you grinded your pussy into your toy. His cock was rock hard and throbbing from watching, his tip leaking onto his jeans.

You felt a familiar tension building between your thighs. Realizing what was close, you grabbed your dildo and lined it up to your entrance.

Wooyoung groaned as he watched your pussy swallow the toy inch by inch. Your slick coating the silicone up to the fake balls you gripped it by.

“God!” You gasped as you started to pump the toy in and out of you. Mindless moans slipped through your lips as you worked the toy in you, your wand still pressed to your clit.

You looked up an Wooyoung. He was watching you closely, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You also noticed him palming his hard cock over his jeans.

“Wooyoung.” You moaned, shocking both of you in the best way. “You can- you can touch yourself.”

He nodded once, relieved, and quickly freed his throbbing cock. He took it into his hand and stroked it, matching the rhythm you were fucking yourself at.

You both kept eye contact as you masturbated. Both faces flushed, lips agape and gasping, moans falling from each of you. Your dildo was hitting your spot and you had gone up to speed 2 on your wand. You were right there.

“I’m almost there Woo.” You whimpered, letting him know what was coming.

“Show me how you cum, baby.” He cooed, sending your body into your climax.

You clamped down hard around the silicone cock and you struggled to keep the wand pressed to your clit due to the intensity of the feeling. You cried out, continuing to work the toy out of you as you came. Each time you pulled the cock out, a gush of your climax would spray out and splash the floor beneath you.

Wooyoung came the second the first bit of liquid trickled out around your toy. His cum flowing down his shaft and over his hand. He tried holding back a moan through gritted teeth, smashing his fist down hard onto the arm of the armchair.

You finally pulled the dildo out of you and turned off the wand, tossing it lazily next to you. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath.

“Oh my god.” You choked out. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“I can’t believe it either.” Wooyoung’s voice was weak, fragile. You peeked up at him and saw him cleaning his hand off with his discarded shirt. Your face felt hot, the feeling spreading down to your toes.

You and your best friend just got off together. And it was hot.

“So.. what did you think?” You asked out of curiosity.

“I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He ran both his hands through his hair as if he was stressed which made you laugh.

“Really?”

“Yes really.” Wooyoung repeated. You saw his eyes look at the puddle on the floor, making you feel a bit exposed.

“It’s a little gross, no?” You asked.

“No.” His voice was strong and clear. “Not at all. That was- I need to see that again.”

“Again? Like, you want to watch me again?” Your eyes widened in shock but felt butterflies in your stomach.

“If you let me.” He said, then hesitantly made a different request. “Or.. maybe I could try doing it to you?”

You froze for a moment, not sure if you had heard him correctly. You asked him for clarification and he repeated the same thing.

You never thought of Wooyoung in that way. But, after seeing him jerk off to you and sharing that intimate moment, you realized maybe you had been missing out on a part of him. And, if he was still your best friend after, why would it matter?

“How would you do it?” You asked him.

“I would use your toys on you.” He said, shrugging his shoulders as if it was obvious. You pictured it for a moment, Wooyoung holding your wand against you as you squirmed, and felt yourself get turned on again.

“Okay. Let’s do it.” You let your fantasy decide for you.

“Right now?” A cocky smirk spread across Wooyoung’s face. “It was that easy?”

“Shut up and get over here.” You rolled your eyes and laid back down onto the bed. Wooyoung stood between your thighs, placing both his hands on your legs, and rubbing them up and down. His thumbs getting very close to your core as he moved them upwards.

“Can I touch you?” He murmured, his thumbs brushing the outside of your pussy.

“Yes.” You told him softly, giving him permission.

He pushed his thumb into your folds and brought it up to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nerve. He cursed when he felt you pulse under his touch, your eyes rolling in the back of your head from his gentle caresses.

He continued to rub your clit as he reached for your dildo. It was still coated in your previous orgasm, making it easier to push into you. Your sensitive core swallowed it with little difficulty but the sensation made you cry out. You grabbed Wooyoung’s wrist in a weak attempt to stop him.

“What wrong?” He smirked, his voice full of fake concern. You watched as his biceps flexed as he pumped the toy in and out. The wet sounds your pussy was making was practically embarrassing, sinful. He hasn’t even put the wand on you yet and you already felt fucked out.

“You’re so- you’re so good.” You managed to choke out between your moans.

“Am I fucking you right, baby?” Wooyoung’s words were unexpected and filthy. It was all part of the process to get you where he wanted you. He knew, even out of this context, his words always had you flustered. He knew it would work in his benefit here.

“Yes!” His pace quickened, making you groan. “Yes, just like that! God, get the wand.”

He grabbed the wand and placed it on your clit, his other hand still fucking you dumb with your toy. He pushed the “on” button, the vibrations spreading through your lower half. Your hips and back arched off the bed, mouth fell agape. You cried out in silence as he continued.

“Wooyoung!” Your eyes started to roll into the back of your head and you felt the pressure building between your thighs start to get to be too much.

He turned up the wand to the next setting and angled the toy upward, directly hitting your g spot. Your orgasm came flowing out of you, liquid spraying all over Wooyoung’s hands and torso.

“Fuck, that’s it. Give me more.” He turned the speed up to the third setting, a speed you normally wouldn’t dare try. Your vision started to get blurry, your orgasm endlessly gushing onto a very greedy Wooyoung.

“I want to take this toy out of you and fuck you properly. I want you to squirt on my cock.” He told you, asking permission.

“I- oh god! I don’t think I can.” You cried out.

“Is it okay if I try?” He was panting now, eager for your answer.

“Yes!” You gasped. “Yes, please fuck me!”

Wooyoung unzipped his pants and pushed his long cock inside of you. He was longer than your toy, hitting a spot deep inside you that made every nerve tingle in your body. Your pussy pulsed around him, making him groan.

“God, you’re practically choking my cock right now.”

Mindless whimpers and curse words fell out of your lips as Woo pounded into you. His dick curved in the perfect way, rubbing against the magic spot. He felt you clenching down hard on him, a strong orgasm approaching. He leaned into you more, using his pelvis to push your wand down hard into your overworked, swollen, clit. You looked up at him just in time to watch him suck your juices off of the toy he just took out of you. The filthy sight of him sucking the fake cock sent you to your peak.

Your mind went numb as you squirted on Wooyoung’s cock as it fucked in and out of you. Your body trembled as the spasms only got stronger. His thrusts began to speed up as he got closer to his second release. He reached down and pulled your face to his, kissing you passionately. Your lips swallowing his needy moans.

It was a first kiss you’d never forget.

Wooyoung’s released his load inside of you with a loud grunt. He collapsed onto you, his body twitching as his orgasm finished. He quickly turned the wand off, finally ending his attack on your clit. You both laid there, panting and spent.