enhypen lover

Heeseung, your cold and hardworking roommate, had just gotten home from work. Without even taking a proper break, he settled into the apartment’s small office room and turned on his computer. He was dressed in his usual sleepwear—black sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt, and his white Birkenstocks.

As soon as the screen lit up, he frowned. Multiple unfamiliar browser tabs and Word documents were open—none of which belonged to him. His jaw tightened.

“Y/N?” he called out.

You didn’t hear him the first time, too focused on stirring the pot in the kitchen. A few seconds later, his voice rang out again, this time urgent.

“Y/N. Were you using my computer for your work project?”

You froze for a second before hurrying over, wiping your hands nervously on your clothes. You entered the office shyly, cheeks already burning with embarrassment.

“Sorry… yeah, I was. I’ll delete everything right now,” you mumbled.

Heeseung sighed heavily and leaned back in the chair as you stepped in front of him. Your back faced him while you leaned slightly over the desk to reach the monitor. The satin nightdress you were wearing rode up your thighs as you moved, the soft fabric brushing against his leg. You were practically hovering over his lap at this point.

You quickly tried to save the files and email them to yourself, fingers flying across the mouse. Heeseung rubbed his temples, clearly exhausted.

“Am I going to wait all day?” he asked, voice low and irritated.

“Sorry, I’m almost done,” you replied, heart racing as you hurried.

“Y/N, I have work to do,” he said, watching you struggle with the upload.

“I know, I know—just give me a sec,” you muttered, still bent over the desk. As you reached for the final file, your hips brushed against his thigh again. Without looking back, you added, “Hold up, Heeseung. Don’t worry, you’ll have your laptop back in a minute. Just let me finish.”

You bit your bottom lip in relief as you finally finished saving the last file. “All good,” you said softly, eyes still fixed on the monitor.

You released your hands from the keyboard and started to straighten up—except your palm accidentally brushed against the keyboard again. A loud error sound chimed from the speakers, and several windows suddenly popped up and then vanished.

“Eh… wait, what happened?” you panicked, quickly leaning forward again.

Thankfully, you were able to resolve it right away. After a few frantic clicks, everything went back to normal.

“Ah, okay… now it’s good. Sorry about that,” you mumbled, voice small.

You didn’t turn around. Instead, you stepped forward slightly, trying to put some distance between you and Heeseung. But because you were still standing right in front of his chair, the movement only made your satin nightdress shift higher up your thighs. Your hips brushed against him one last time before you managed to create a tiny bit of space.

The room felt unbearably awkward. Heeseung stayed silent for a moment, his body still tense beneath you. You could feel the heat of his stare on your back.

“…Are you done?” he finally asked, his voice low and edged with exhaustion. He didn’t sound angry exactly—just extremely done with the entire situation.

You awkwardly scratched the back of your head, forcing a nervous smile even though he couldn’t see your face.

“Yup, thanks… Again, next time I’ll make sure to delete everything when I’m done so I don’t have to bother you,” you said, voice trailing off awkwardly. “Yeah…”

The silence that followed was heavy. You could practically feel Heeseung’s tired stare burning into your back. He let out a slow breath, clearly trying to keep his patience.

“…Just get off my lap, Y/N,” he muttered.

Your cheeks burned instantly. Only then did you realize how close you still were—practically perched between his legs the entire time.

You quickly got off him and turned around, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Right… shit, sorry,” you stammered, unable to meet his eyes.

Heeseung just stared at you for a second, his expression unreadable. He was still seated in the chair, legs slightly spread from where you had been standing between them. The silence made the moment feel ten times more awkward.

He rubbed his temple again, letting out a long sigh.

“You’re really something else,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you. His gaze flicked down to your short satin nightdress for a brief moment before he looked back at the monitor, clearly trying to move on.

You stood there fidgeting, the air thick with tension.

You finally looked at him, your face full of embarrassment. “Sorry about that,” you mumbled one last time.

Not knowing what else to say, you turned around and started walking out of the office, the hem of your satin nightdress swaying against your thighs with every step. You could still feel his gaze on your back as you left the room.

Just as you reached the doorway, Heeseung’s low voice stopped you.

“y/n.”

Though you had just turned away, you spun around right away.

“Yeah?” you answered, voice soft and hesitant.

Heeseung leaned back in the chair, one arm resting on the desk as he looked at you. His eyes slowly trailed over your figure for a moment before returning to your face.

“Next time you need to use the computer,” he said, tone flat but firm, “just ask me first. Don’t go through my stuff.”

Geez, I thought it was something else…*The thought flashed through your mind. For a split second you had hoped he would say something more—something that acknowledged the tension between you two. You couldn’t completely deny that you felt something every time you got this close to him, even if you didn’t want to name it. But of course he didn’t notice. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

You forced a small smile and nodded.

“Yeah… of course,” you replied.

You turned around again, but your feet didn’t move right away. You stayed there for a few long seconds, frozen in the doorway, Heeseung didn’t say anything else though.

Finally, you turned back one more time, letting out a heavy sigh. A small part of you hoped Heeseung would call your name again. But he stayed silent.

Never mind… it’s just the body talking, you thought, trying to brush it off. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just physical. That’s all.

You continued walking out of the office slowly, one hand rubbing the back of your head as you tried to shake off the lingering embarrassment and weird flutter in your chest. Your bare feet padded softly against the floor as the satin nightdress swayed with each step.

Behind you, the quiet click of Heeseung’s keyboard finally resumed.

Before you fully disappeared down the hallway, you couldn’t help but glance back at him one last time. Heeseung was already focused on his screen, the soft glow lighting up his sharp features. Something about the way his shoulders looked in that plain t-shirt made your stomach twist.

You knew you should just go back to the kitchen, but out of nowhere, you called his name.

“Heeseung?”

He paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard, and slowly turned his head toward you. His dark eyes met yours with a mix of mild annoyance and confusion.

“…What?” he asked, voice low.

You froze. What am I even doing? You had no idea what to say. Maybe it was the memory of those accidental touches—your hips brushing against his thigh, the warmth of his body so close—that made you act without thinking.

“I… uh…” you stammered, brain suddenly blank. “Never mind. Sorry.”

But then, out of nowhere, boldness surged through you and the words just slipped out.

“…Do you ever get tired of pretending nothing’s there?” you asked softly.

The moment the words left your mouth, your heart slammed against your ribs. Heeseung’s eyes widened slightly, clearly caught off guard. The silence between you stretched uncomfortably.

Before he could even respond, the sound of heavy rain suddenly started pouring outside. It drummed loudly against the windows, filling the quiet apartment with a steady, rhythmic noise.

Heeseung stared at you for a long second, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the office. The rain only made the tension in the room feel heavier.

“Ah—shit! I mean—nothing! Never mind!” you blurted out, voice cracking with panic. “I’ll just finish what I have left in the kitchen!”

You felt like an absolute idiot. Your face burned as you realized your body was clearly craving something else—something you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about with your cold, hardworking roommate.

You turned to escape as fast as possible, but Heeseung’s voice stopped you again.

“Wait.”

His tone was dangerously calm. The rain continued pouring hard outside, thunder rumbling faintly in the distance.

Heeseung slowly pushed his chair back and stood up. He was taller than you remembered in that moment. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at you, like he was trying to read your face.

“What did you just say?” he asked, taking one step closer. His gaze was intense, no longer just tired. “Don’t start something and then run away, y/n.”

You closed your eyes tightly, your fists clenched at your sides. Your heart was pounding so hard you could barely think straight. Then, the words just tumbled out before you could stop them.

“I… I feel horny and shit so sudden,” you confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

The silence that followed was deafening. Even the rain outside seemed louder. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Your cheeks burned with mortification as you realized what you had just admitted.

Heeseung didn’t speak right away. He just stared at you, eyes darkening as he processed your words. The air between you suddenly felt electric.

After a long moment, his voice came out low and rough.

“…You’re serious right now?”

“I’m dead serious,” you whispered, though you couldn’t look him in the eyes. The embarrassment was overwhelming. Your gaze stayed glued to the floor, cheeks burning hot as you stood there in your short satin nightdress, fists still clenched.

Heeseung took another slow step toward you. The sound of his Birkenstocks against the floor felt louder than it should have. He stopped just in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Look at me,” he said quietly.

When you hesitated, he gently tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing your eyes to meet his. His expression had changed — the tiredness was still there, but now it was mixed with something darker, something hungry.

“You’re really standing here telling me you’re horny… after rubbing your ass on me for the past ten minutes?” His voice dropped even lower. “You have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

You blinked rapidly, heart racing out of control.

“Sh-shit… I-I just want to feel something,” you stammered, voice shaky. “I know it’s weird to ask for something like this… I know you’re working and—”

You couldn’t even finish the sentence. The embarrassment was eating you alive, but the ache between your thighs and the way your body was reacting to his closeness made it impossible to take it back.

Heeseung stared down at you for a long, heavy moment. The rain kept pouring outside, filling the silence between your shaky breaths.

Then, he let out a slow, frustrated breath.

“Fuck it,” he muttered.

Before you could process what was happening, his hand slid to the back of your neck and he pulled you into a rough kiss. His other hand gripped your waist, fingers digging into the thin satin of your nightdress as he pressed your body against his.

Before you could process what was happening, his hand slid to the back of your neck and he pulled you into a rough kiss. His other hand gripped your waist, fingers digging into the thin satin of your nightdress as he pressed your body against his.

You held onto his forearm tightly and kissed him back, pouring all the sudden desperation into it. The kiss was messy, hungry, and heated. Maybe this moment was just physical. Maybe it had no deeper meaning. But right now, you really wanted it — and it didn’t seem to bother him either.

Heeseung groaned softly against your lips, the sound low and rough. He pushed you back until your back gently hit the wall beside the doorway, his body pinning yours as the rain continued pouring hard outside.

His hand slid down from your waist to your thigh, slowly pushing the hem of your short satin nightdress higher up. He broke the kiss for a second, breathing heavily against your mouth.

“You sure about this?” he asked, His forehead rested against yours, eyes dark with want.

You whispered against his lips, voice trembling with need.

“Yes… please, I want it, Heeseung.”

You looked up at him, eyes hazy, as your fingers held tightly onto his wrist. That was all it took.

Everything escalated quickly.

Heeseung kissed you again, deeper and more urgent this time. His hands moved fast, sliding under your satin nightdress and pulling it up and over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you bare in front of him. You did the same, tugging at his t-shirt until he helped you pull it off, revealing his toned upper body.

Your hands roamed over his chest as he pushed his sweatpants down, stepping out of them.The two of you barely made it a few steps before clothes were scattered across the office floor.

He lifted you effortlessly, your back pressing against the wall again as your legs wrapped around his waist. The rain outside grew louder, almost matching the frantic beating of your heart.

Heeseung’s lips moved down to your neck, sucking and biting lightly as he pressed his hard length against you, teasing.

“Fuck… you’re really driving me crazy,” he growled against your skin.

You looked at him, eyes heavy with desire, silently encouraging him to go for it. You bit your lower lip hard as he finally pushed into you in one slow, deep thrust.

A gasp escaped your lips. You held tightly onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he filled you completely. The feeling was overwhelming — intense and exactly what your body had been craving.

Heeseung let out a low groan, forehead pressed against yours as he gave you a moment to adjust. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, holding you up against the wall.

“Shit… you feel too good,” he breathed, voice strained.

Then he started moving — deep, steady thrusts that made your back arch against the wall with every roll of his hips. The sound of rain pouring outside mixed with your soft moans and his heavy breathing, filling the small office.

Your fingers dug deeper into his shoulders as the pleasure built quickly, your body trembling against his.

You moaned loudly, the sound breaking into shaky words as another deep thrust rocked through you. “I— ah! I want this,” you gasped, nodding frantically with every roll of his hips, your head bumping lightly against the wall. Your legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him even closer. “Heeseung— fuck, I want this so bad…”

He cursed under his breath, his grip on your thighs turning almost bruising as he picked up the pace. Each powerful thrust made your body jolt, your breasts brushing against his bare chest with every movement. all that existed now was the slick heat of him moving inside you, the way your walls clenched around his thick length.

“Shit… you’re so fucking tight,” he growled against your ear, voice rough and wrecked. He angled his hips slightly, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. You cried out, nodding desperately again as another thrust drove into you. “Yeah? This what you needed?” His lips crashed back onto yours in a messy kiss, swallowing your moans while his hips kept that relentless rhythm.

You could only whimper and nod against his mouth, fingers clawing at his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter in your core. Every thrust dragged a broken I want this or a needy moan from your lips, your body responding instinctively—hips trying to meet his as best you could while pinned to the wall.

Heeseung’s breathing grew harsher, forehead pressed to yours as sweat started to slick his skin. One hand slid up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple while he kept fucking you deep and steady, watching your face the entire time with those dark, hungry eyes.

“Don’t hold back,” he muttered, voice low and commanding between thrusts. “Let me hear how much you want it.”

Your head fell back against the wall as another wave of pleasure hit you,Heeseung groaned your name like a curse, slamming into you harder as the storm outside raged on.

Heeseung was mid-thrust, buried deep inside you, when your voice broke through the haze of pleasure.

“Wa—wait…” you gasped, your other hand quickly moving to cover his on your breast, fingers pressing over his. Your chest heaved against his palm as you tried to catch your breath. “Can you pull out… I want to lead, please.”

Your voice came out breathy and desperate, almost a beg.

Heeseung stilled instantly, hips pressed flush against yours. His dark eyes searched your face for a second, breathing hard through parted lips. The rain continued pouring heavily outside, drumming against the windows as thunder rumbled low.

He let out a shaky exhale, clearly fighting the urge to keep moving. His forehead rested against yours for a brief moment before he slowly pulled out of you with a low groan. The sudden emptiness made you whimper.

“Fuck… alright,” he muttered, voice rough and low, a hint of surprise mixed with arousal. He carefully lowered you back down onto your feet, his hands steady on your waist to keep you from stumbling. His hard cock brushed against your stomach, slick and throbbing, as he stepped back just enough to give you space.

Heeseung’s gaze never left you — intense, hooded, and burning with barely contained hunger. He rubbed his thumb over your nipple one last time before letting his hand fall away, giving you control like you asked.

“Go on then,” he said quietly, voice edged with challenge and want. He leaned back slightly against the desk behind him, toned chest rising and falling. His eyes raked over your naked body. “Show me how you want it, Y/N.”

You could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands gripped the edge of the desk like he was holding himself back from taking over again.

Your heart raced as you stepped closer, the power shift making your thighs press together with fresh need. Heeseung waited, watching you with that unreadable but clearly affected expression, ready for you to take the lead.

You turned around slowly, your back now facing him. Still breathing heavily, you bent forward slightly at the waist, placing your hands on the desk for support as you arched your back. The position pushed your ass out toward Heeseung, the cool office air brushing against your soaked core.

Heeseung’s breath hitched audibly behind you. “Shit…” he muttered, voice low and strained.

You reached back with one hand, wrapping your fingers around his thick, throbbing length. It was hot and slick from being inside you earlier. You stroked him slowly, teasingly, feeling him twitch hard in your grip as you guided the tip toward your entrance.

With a soft, needy whimper, you slowly pushed back, sliding him inside you inch by inch. The angle made him feel even deeper. Your walls stretched around his cock as you took him in, a broken moan spilling from your lips.

“Ahh… fuck,” you gasped, nodding to yourself as you sank down further until your ass pressed flush against his hips. Heeseung groaned deeply, his hands instinctively moving to grip your waist, but he didn’t thrust — he was letting you lead like you wanted.

You started moving, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles at first, then gradually bouncing back onto him. Each time you pushed back, taking him fully, The wet sounds of your bodies.

Heeseung’s fingers dug into your hips, his breathing ragged. “That’s it… just like that,” he growled, voice rough with restraint. His grip tightened but he stayed still, letting you control the pace even though you could feel how badly he wanted to pound into you.

You bent lower over the desk, changing the angle so he hit even deeper, and started moving faster, fucking yourself on his cock with needy, desperate rolls of your hips.

You kept moving on him for a few more moments, rolling your hips in deep, sensual waves, before you slowly leaned back against his chest. Your back pressed flush to his front, your head tilting to rest against his shoulder as your bodies stayed connected.

“Push it more deeper…” you whispered breathlessly, voice trembling with need. “Please, Heeseung… I want you deeper.”

Heeseung’s breath caught in his throat. One of his hands slid up your stomach and wrapped around your chest, pulling you tighter against him, while the other gripped your hip firmly.

“Fuck… you’re going to kill me,” he groaned lowly against your ear, the sound rough and hungry.

He didn’t hesitate. Holding you securely, he thrust up into you hard and deep, burying himself completely with a powerful snap of his hips. The new angle made him reach even further inside, pressing against that sensitive spot with every thrust.

You moaned loudly, your body jolting forward slightly with the force, but his strong arm around you kept you pinned back against him. He started fucking you deeper just like you asked — long, heavy strokes that made your toes curl and your walls clench around him.

“That deep enough for you?” he rasped against your neck, biting down lightly as he drove into you again and again, harder now that you’d given him permission. His hand on your breast squeezed, fingers rolling your nipple while the wet, filthy sounds of him pounding into your soaked pussy filled the small office.

The rain outside was relentless, almost drowning out your broken moans and his low grunts. Every deep thrust made your body tremble against his as you leaned back into him, completely lost in the feeling.

Heeseung’s free hand slid down between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts.

“Tell me if you want it harder,” he growled, voice dark and strained near your ear.

You weren’t able to answer him.

The moment his fingers found your clit and started rubbing those tight, relentless circles, your whole body jerked violently. The pleasure slammed into you too hard, too fast.

“It’s too much— wa-wait, ahh!” you moaned, voice pitching higher as you squirmed against him. Your hand flew down, desperately trying to pull his wrist away, fingers wrapping around his forearm and tugging weakly.

But Heeseung didn’t stop.

He kept thrusting deep into you from behind, hips snapping up with steady, powerful strokes while his fingers continued working your swollen clit. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, the overwhelming sensation making your legs shake.

“Hee—!” you cried out, half moan, half whimper. Your back arched hard against his chest, hips still instinctively pushing back to meet every deep thrust even as you tried to squirm away from his hand.

“Too much… ahh— Heeseung!”

Heeseung’s grip on you only tightened. His arm around your chest held you firmly in place while his lips brushed against your ear, voice low and husky.

“You’re soaking my hand,” he growled, not slowing down at all. “You say it’s too much but your pussy keeps sucking me in deeper.”

He rubbed your clit faster, pressing harder as he buried himself to the hilt with every thrust. Your body trembled uncontrollably, torn between trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure and desperately chasing more.

Tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as you moaned brokenly, still weakly tugging at his wrist while your hips rolled back to meet him again and again.

Heeseung’s breathing was ragged against your neck. “You want me to stop?” he asked, voice dark, though his fingers and cock never slowed. “Tell me properly, Y/N.”

But the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him made it very clear how close you already were.

You could barely form the words, but they spilled out desperately between broken moans.

“No… no… don’t stop… even if I tell you— ahh!”

Your voice cracked as another powerful thrust punched the air out of your lungs. Your hand was still weakly gripping his wrist, trying to pull him away from your overstimulated clit, but your hips kept pushing back greedily to meet every deep stroke of his cock.

Heeseung let out a low, dark chuckle against your ear, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Yeah?” His voice was rough, dripping with lust. “You want me to keep going even when you’re begging me to stop?”

Without waiting for another answer, he pressed his fingers harder against your clit, rubbing in fast, messy circles while his hips snapped up into you with renewed intensity. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking you filled the room, louder than the pouring rain outside.

You cried out sharply, body jerking and squirming in his hold as the overwhelming pleasure bordered on too much. Tears slipped down your cheeks, but your walls clenched tightly around him, pulling him even deeper.

“Heeseung— fuck—!” you moaned, head falling back against his shoulder. Your legs trembled violently, barely able to hold you up anymore.

Heeseung’s arm around your chest kept you pinned firmly against him, his other hand never leaving your clit as he drove into you harder, deeper, faster. His lips brushed your ear again, voice low and commanding.

“Then take it,” he growled, biting down on your shoulder. “I won’t stop until you cum all over my cock.”

Every brutal thrust and relentless stroke on your clit pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans turned into high-pitched, broken whimpers as your body tensed, the pressure inside you building unbearably fast.

You were shaking, sobbing with pleasure, still weakly tugging at his wrist even as you begged him not to stop.

You finally gave up fighting it.

Your hand slipped weakly from his wrist, falling limp as your knees buckled completely. A broken, high-pitched cry tore from your throat as the orgasm crashed over you violently.

“Ahh—! Heeseung—!”

Your whole body seized up, thighs shaking uncontrollably as intense waves of pleasure ripped through you. You came hard around his cock, walls pulsing and fluttering wildly, soaking him as your juices dripped down your thighs. Your back arched sharply against his chest, head thrown back as you moaned and trembled through the release.

Heeseung didn’t stop.

He kept thrusting deep into your clenching heat, fucking you through your orgasm while his fingers kept rubbing your oversensitive clit in tight circles. The overstimulation made your climax drag on endlessly, turning your moans into desperate, sobbing whimpers.

“That’s it… cum for me,” he groaned hotly against your ear, voice strained. His arm around your chest was the only thing keeping you upright as your knees completely gave out.

He held you tightly against him, pounding into you a little slower but still so deep, drawing out every last pulse of your orgasm. Your vision blurred with tears of pleasure, body twitching and jerking in his strong hold as the rain continued pouring heavily outside.

Only when your moans started turning into weak, overwhelmed little cries did Heeseung finally slow his fingers on your clit, though he kept himself buried deep inside you, letting you feel every throb of his still-hard cock.

He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck while you trembled in his arms, breathing heavily, completely spent.

“…You okay?” he murmured, voice low and rough, but with a hint of concern beneath the lust. His hips gave one last slow, deep roll inside you as he held you close.

You nodded weakly, still trembling in his arms as you slowly turned your head to look at him. Your eyes were glassy and wet with tears. With a shaky hand, you wiped at your cheeks, trying to catch your breath.

“Fuck…” you whispered breathlessly, voice hoarse.

Heeseung was still buried deep inside you, his cock twitching occasionally against your sensitive walls. You glanced down between your legs, cheeks burning as you saw the mess — your thighs glistening, drops of your arousal steadily dripping onto the floor beneath you.

The sight made you clench around him involuntarily, earning a low groan from Heeseung.

He kept one arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you up since your legs were still too weak to stand properly. His other hand gently brushed some hair away from your flushed face as he looked down at you, eyes dark but softer now.

“Look at the mess you made,” he murmured, voice low and teasing against your ear. He gave a slow, shallow thrust, pushing his cock a little deeper just to make you feel it again. “All that just from cumming on me…”

You shivered, another soft whimper escaping your lips. Heeseung pressed a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, then gently pulled out of you. A thick trickle of your cum followed, running down your inner thighs as you let out a small, embarrassed sound.

He turned you around to face him, his hands steady on your hips. His cock was still rock hard, glistening with your wetness, pressing against your stomach as he pulled you close.

“You came so hard,” he said quietly, studying your face. One of his thumbs gently wiped away another stray tear from your cheek. “Can you keep going?”

His voice was calm, but the heat in his eyes told you he was far from done with you. The rain continued pouring outside, filling the heavy silence between you two.

You blinked, eyes widening at his question. The surprise lasted only a second before you nodded right away, almost eagerly.

Your cheeks were still flushed, tears drying on your lashes, but the heat in your belly hadn’t faded at all. You wanted more.

Heeseung’s lips curved into a small, dark smirk at your quick nod. He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, one hand sliding into your hair while the other gripped your ass, pulling you flush against his still-hard cock.

“Good girl,” he murmured against your mouth, voice low and rough.

Without breaking the kiss, he suddenly lifted you up again. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively as he carried you the few steps to the desk and sat you on the edge. Papers and the keyboard got pushed aside carelessly.

Heeseung stood between your spread thighs, looking down at you with that intense gaze. His cock rested heavy and slick against your soaked folds, teasingly rubbing up and down your slit.

“You sure?” he asked once more, even as he slowly pushed the tip back inside you, stretching you open again.

You nodded again, biting your lip as you felt him sink in deeper.

Heeseung groaned softly, gripping your thighs as he bottomed out in one smooth thrust. This time he didn’t hold back — he started fucking you with deep, steady strokes, the desk creaking beneath you with every thrust.

“Fuck… you feel even wetter now,” he breathed, forehead pressed against yours. His hips rolled perfectly, hitting that sensitive spot inside you over and over while the rain kept pouring hard outside.

You moaned loudly, arms wrapping around his neck as you held onto him, letting him take control again. Every thrust drew fresh, needy sounds from your throat as your body quickly started building toward another peak.

You kept moaning softly with every deep thrust, your eyes locked onto Heeseung’s face the entire time. Your gaze occasionally dropped down between your bodies, watching intently as his thick cock pulled out glistening with your wetness, only to push back inside you slowly and fully. The sight made you tremble harder.

Your legs tightened around his waist as another moan slipped out.

“This… this is only sex, right?” you managed to say between shaky breaths, voice trembling and barely coherent. “It feels so good…”

The words came out broken, struggling past your lips as pleasure clouded your mind. Heeseung’s hips stuttered for a moment, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours. He stayed buried deep inside you, rolling his hips in slow, grinding circles instead of thrusting hard.

Heeseung’s hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he stared at you intently.

“…Yeah,” he breathed, voice low and rough. “Just sex.”

But even as he said it, his thrusts grew deeper, more possessive, like the words didn’t quite match the way he was fucking you. He leaned in closer, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavily against your lips.

“You feel too fucking good to stop now,” he growled, picking up the pace again. The desk creaked louder under you as he drove into you with long, powerful strokes.

You moaned louder, nails digging into his shoulders while your body trembled with every thrust. Deep down, a small part of you hoped this wouldn’t be the only time. The thought of doing this again — feeling him like this, so deep and intense — made your walls clench tightly around him.

Heeseung noticed, letting out a low groan as he felt you squeeze him.

“Keep looking at me,” he ordered softly, eyes never leaving yours. “I want to see your face when you cum again.”

His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers returning to your sensitive clit as he fucked you harder, chasing both of your pleasures while the storm raged on outside.

You kept your eyes locked on his, even as the pleasure became almost unbearable again.

Heeseung’s fingers worked your clit relentlessly while his cock drove into you with deep, steady thrusts. Your body betrayed you completely — hips jerking and thighs trembling uncontrollably around his waist as you tried to handle the overwhelming sensation.

“Hee— please… ahh!” you moaned desperately, voice pitching higher.

You squirmed hard against him, hips moving on their own, trying to both escape and chase the pleasure at the same time. Your thighs shook violently around him, clenching and unclenching as another powerful orgasm threatened to crash over you.

But you tried to hold back.

You bit your lip hard, eyes still glued to his face, breathing in short, desperate gasps. Your walls fluttered and squeezed tightly around his thick length, making him groan deeply. Heeseung’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes burning into yours as he watched you struggle.

“Don’t hold back,” he rasped, voice strained. He pressed his fingers harder against your clit, rubbing faster while slamming into you deeper. “Let me feel you cum again.”

You shook your head weakly, trying so hard to hold on just a little longer, but it was useless. Your body was already tipping over the edge. Every thrust and every circle of his fingers pushed you closer until you couldn’t fight it anymore.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first. Your entire body convulsed, thighs clamping tightly around him as you came hard, soaking his cock and the desk beneath you. Your eyes stayed on his the whole time, tears slipping down your cheeks again from the intensity.

Heeseung cursed under his breath, fucking you through it with slower, deeper strokes, savoring every pulse and flutter of your pussy around him.

“Fuck… that’s it, baby,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss you messily as you trembled and moaned through your climax.

He didn’t stop moving, still buried deep inside your spasming heat, clearly not finished with you yet.

You were still catching your breath, chest heaving as you slowly came down from your second orgasm. Your body felt boneless, trembling with aftershocks.

Your gaze drifted downward, locking onto the sight where your bodies were joined. You watched, almost hypnotized, as Heeseung’s thick cock slowly pulled out of you — glistening with your cum — before sliding back inside with a wet, obscene sound. Every thrust made your puffy, sensitive folds stretch around him, and more of your arousal leaked out with each movement, dripping down onto the desk.

The sight was so lewd it made your stomach flutter.

Heeseung noticed where your eyes were focused. He let out a low, breathy groan and slowed his pace deliberately, making each stroke long and deep so you could watch every inch of him disappear inside you.

“Like what you see?” he murmured, voice husky. One of his hands gripped your thigh, spreading you wider so the view was even clearer.

You could only nod weakly, lips parted in a soft, dazed moan as he continued fucking you slowly. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filled the room, mixing with the heavy rain still pouring outside.

Even though you had just cum twice, the sight of him moving inside you was making heat pool in your belly again. Your walls fluttered around him with every thrust, still incredibly sensitive.

Heeseung leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours as he kept that slow, deep rhythm.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” he whispered hotly against your lips, eyes also flicking down to watch himself disappear inside you. “So fucking messy for me…”

He rolled his hips a little harder, making sure you felt every inch as you continued staring, mesmerized by the sight. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, breathing still shaky as pleasure started building again.

You kept watching the way his cock slid in and out of you, mesmerized, before the words slipped out in a soft, breathless moan.

“You’re so good, Heeseung…”

Heeseung’s hips stuttered for a moment, a low groan rumbling in his chest at your praise. His grip on your thighs tightened as he pushed back in deeper, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against you slowly.

“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes darkening even more. “Say that again.”

He pulled out almost all the way, letting you see how soaked and shiny his length was, before sliding back in with one long, smooth thrust. You moaned softly, still trying to catch your breath as you repeated.

“You’re so good… Heeseung…”

Heeseung cursed under his breath and leaned down to kiss you hungrily, swallowing your moans as he started moving a little faster. His strokes were still deep and deliberate, but now carried more urgency.

The praise seemed to affect him more than you expected. His breathing grew heavier, forehead pressed against yours as he fucked you steadily on the desk, the wet sounds between your bodies growing louder.

“Yeah?” he rasped against your lips, voice rough with arousal. “Then take it. Take all of me.”

He angled his hips and hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, making your eyes flutter. One of his hands moved back between your legs, fingers gently circling your oversensitive clit again while he kept fucking you, clearly determined to pull even more sounds and praises from your lips.

You were still trembling, body overly sensitive, but the way he moved inside you felt too good to want him to stop.

You were still staring down at where your bodies connected when the pressure started building again, fast and overwhelming.

“Heeseung…” you moaned shakily, voice breaking.

He kept thrusting deep and steady, his cock dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every move. Your body jolted.

“Heeseung— it’s too much…” you whimpered after a few more powerful thrusts, your thighs shaking hard around his waist.

But he didn’t slow down. If anything, your words seemed to spur him on. He leaned over you, one hand braced on the desk beside your head as he fucked you harder, deeper, the desk creaking loudly beneath you.

“Heeseung—!” you cried out again, feeling the familiar coil tightening rapidly in your core. You were so close already, dangerously close.

Your walls clenched tightly around him as you looked up at him with teary, desperate eyes.

“Come… come with me…” you begged breathlessly, voice trembling. “Please— Heeseung, cum with me…”

Heeseung groaned deeply, his rhythm turning rough and urgent. His hand moved back to your clit, rubbing fast circles as he pounded into you.

“Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, eyes locked on your face. “Cum for me again. Let me feel you.”

His thrusts became erratic, harder, chasing his own release while pushing you right over the edge with him. The wet, filthy sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the office as the rain continued pouring outside.

You were right there — trembling violently, nails digging into his back as you felt yourself about to come undone once more.

You cried out sharply as the third orgasm crashed over you without mercy.

“Heeseung—!”

Your back arched hard off the desk, body convulsing violently as intense pleasure ripped through you. Your walls clenched and pulsed wildly around his cock, gushing around him as you came even harder than before. Tears streamed down your cheeks while broken, high-pitched moans spilled from your lips.

Heeseung groaned loudly, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside you.

“Fuck— Y/N…!”

He came hard right after you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your spasming pussy. His cock throbbed with every pulse, filling you up as he pressed his hips flush against yours, grinding slowly to ride out both of your orgasms.

You trembled uncontrollably beneath him, sobbing softly from the overwhelming pleasure as wave after wave washed over you. Heeseung’s strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly against his chest while he stayed buried to the hilt, letting you feel every twitch of his cock as he emptied himself inside you.

The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the never-ending rain outside.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Heeseung stayed leaning over you, both of you trying to catch your breath. His cum slowly leaked out around his cock, mixing with your own mess on the desk.

He finally pressed a slow, tired kiss to your lips, voice low and hoarse.

“…You okay?” he whispered, gently brushing damp strands of hair away from your flushed face. His body was still pressed against yours, still deep inside you.

You nodded weakly, still trying to catch your breath. Your chest rose and fell rapidly against his as you slowly came down from the overwhelming high.

Without thinking, you leaned up and kissed him softly, your lips lingering on his. The kiss was gentler this time — tired, but full of warmth and lingering desire. Heeseung hummed against your mouth, kissing you back slowly, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other stayed on your waist, holding you close.

You stayed like that for a while, his cock still buried deep inside you, soft and warm. The kiss gradually slowed until your lips barely brushed together, sharing the same breath.

Heeseung pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours again, eyes half-lidded and tired, but still looking at you intently.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered quietly, voice rough and low. A small, rare smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he gently brushed his thumb across your cheek.

He stayed inside you a little longer, enjoying the warmth and closeness while both of you caught your breath. The rain outside had eased up slightly, now a steady, soothing rhythm against the windows.

After a moment, he finally pulled out of you slowly, a thick mix of both your releases dripping down your thighs. Heeseung glanced down at the messy sight, then back up at your face with a dark, satisfied look in his eyes.

“Think you can stand?” he asked softly, his hands still supporting your waist.

You shook your head weakly, a tired smile on your lips.

“Ah… no,” you admitted, voice soft and hoarse. Your legs were still trembling too much to support your own weight.

Heeseung let out a quiet chuckle, the sound surprisingly warm. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the desk effortlessly, carrying you bridal-style out of the small office.

You rested your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as he walked down the hallway toward the living room.

“After everything… I feel hungry,” you mumbled sleepily against his skin. “I think I just wish we could eat…”

Heeseung glanced down at you, one eyebrow slightly raised, but the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

“Yeah?” he said, voice low. “You work up quite an appetite, huh?”

He gently set you down on the couch, grabbing a soft blanket and draping it over your naked body before disappearing into the kitchen for a moment. A few minutes later, he returned with two glasses of water and some leftover snacks he found in the fridge.

He sat beside you, pulling you into his side without a word. You leaned against him, munching quietly while the rain continued falling softly outside.

Heeseung eventually glanced at you, his hand resting lazily on your thigh under the blanket.

“…Next time you need the computer,” he said quietly, almost casually, “just tell me. I’ll help.”

It turned out that two members of the group Ivory, from KQ Entertainment, were also in Australia at the same time as them, and to film content, the two girls would join them.

The boys were delighted since they had crossed paths from afar at Award ceremonies but had never really had the chance to exchange and talk together. The Enhypen members were returning from a walk and some shopping when they came back to the bus to see that two intruders were already waiting for them.

"Hey!" the member Inna exclaimed, jumping up from the seat where she was sitting.

"Oh, hello!"

"What a surprise!"

Inna shook her member who was lying on the back seats, Y/N sat up, her cap askew and sunglasses on the tip of her nose. Her friend tapped her on the head to make her get up faster, Y/N slapped her hand away.

"Sorry about her, she needs to nap like a baby."

"I'm the one who got dragged all over Sydney by you, you madwoman, my feet are covered in blisters!"

"You'll survive, stop complaining." Y/N pouted, sitting back down and crossing her arms over her chest as Jake and Sunghoon sat on either side of her on the back seats.

"It's great to finally meet you," Sunoo smiled. "Your last comeback was so good!"

"Thank you so much!" Inna smiled. "Yours was incredible too! I only listened to No Way Back for days."

"Where are the rest of your members?" Jay asked.

"Shua went back to Shanghai to her family since she's still on hiatus after breaking her leg," Y/N explained, her cap partially hiding her face and thus the light. "And Jenny is in New York for a Dior promo."

She yawned so hard her jaw nearly dislocated, and Inna threw a bag of chips at her face, drawing a cry of surprise from her. "Pull yourself together!"

"Hey, you're not my mom!"

"No, but I'm your leader."

"Always pulling the leader card when it suits you," she muttered, opening the bag of chips.

"What?"

"Nothing!" Inna narrowed her eyes while her friend gave her innocent looks. Jake leaned toward her, and Y/N gave him a smile.

"I know you're also Australian, are you happy to be back here?"

"Yes!" she smiled. "I only come back for Christmas to spend it with my family, so I love it every time I have the chance to come back here. And you, do you come back often?"

"Actually, this is the first time I've come back since I debuted," he admitted.

"Really?! Wow. I couldn't do that, I have to come back at least once a year, or I feel sick!"

Y/N launched into a long spiel about her childhood spent in Australia before moving to Korea, Jake listened to it all with an amused smile. Something caught his eye toward the lower rows, and he saw Inna showing him her phone, where she was scrolling through a text.

"You're dead. Once she starts on Australia, she talks for hours. Good luck, bro." He smiled before refocusing on Y/N, who noticed nothing, her friend making sure to show her warning text to the cameras and the boys, who held back their laughter.

After a long drive, they finally arrived at the place where they would stay for the next four days and three nights. A huge villa overlooking the harbor, with several floors and an imposing pool in the garden. There was even a game room in the basement with a billiards table and exercise machines.

"Wow, this is so nice!"

"This is incredible!"

Y/N had immediately looked for the bedroom, the most important room in the house because she had to test the mattress. A good night's sleep was always beneficial and important. On the second floor, there was only one bathroom and one bedroom, which seemed strange to her. Even more so when she saw the only two beds in the room.

"Uh? Are some people supposed to sleep outside?" she said, hands on her hips. "I'm sure Inna will be up for it." She gave a knowing smile to the camera. "You and I know she likes sleeping outside from our previous videos."

"Are you talking to yourself?" The young woman turned to see Heeseung entering the room, eyeing the bed arrangement with a raised eyebrow.

"I was just telling our viewers that some will probably have to sleep outside, and I was suggesting Inna be the first chosen."

"Nice of you," he chuckled, watching her go and collapse onto one of the mattresses.

"Don't worry, she loves the fresh night air. She's a night owl."

Heeseung chuckled, coming to lie down beside her and crossing an arm under his neck. "This is nice," he sighed.

"Yeah," she breathed, already drowsy.

"Y/N-nie, don't fall asleep just yet!"

"I'm not sleeping, I'm just resting my eyes." He laughed as the rest of the group and Inna joined them, also discovering the two beds.

"Wait, this isn't going to work!"

"We have to sleep here."

"But there's only one room," Inna remarked.

"That's why I was telling Heeseung you'll sleep outside on a lounger," Y/N said.

"Yah! You're the one who'll sleep outside on an air mattress in the middle of the pool!" Her member pouted, hiding behind Heeseung, who chuckled.

"We'll find a way for all of us to sleep together," Jay assured. "Okay, let's go prepare dinner!"

Inna and Y/N were the first ones up to follow the cook to prepare the delicious meal. Jay was a professional at grilling meat and seasoning it. They sat down at the table and served themselves some delicious wine.

Y/N was half-listening to Heeseung and Ni-ki bickering about LoL when she saw Jay return to the barbecue. A smile stretched her lips at the idea that had just sprouted in her mind. She stood up, taking out her phone to go film Jay, clearing her throat.

He turned his head toward her, surprised to see her there, and even more so by the song she had started singing.

"Donguri wo tadotte mo tsukimasen Mori no chiisana resutoran Karappo no poketto wo masagutte Wasureta hito kara tadori tsuku"

That distinctive song often heard as background music in Japanese cooking videos on social media, especially TikTok. Except she was covering it in opera style, and it was original to hear. Inna was doubled over laughing in her chair, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes as Y/N circled Jay, taking close-ups of the meat or his face while singing.

That musical break over, they sat back down at the table and were able to enjoy the meat prepared by chefs Jay and Sunoo. "It's really delicious," Inna savored. "The girls always burn the meat at home."

"Don't look at me, I like it when it's still a little rare!" Y/N defended herself.

She chuckled as she watched Sunghoon put an entire corn on the cob skewer in his mouth and thanked Jake for handing her another one. "Won't your members be jealous that you're spending these days with us?" Jungwon smiled.

"They'll be happy to get rid of us, I swear," Inna said.

"It's true that they say you're the most chaotic members of your group," Ni-ki chuckled.

"That's not true!" they shouted.

"We just make sure the mood is always at its best!"

Y/N agreed with her leader's words, turning her head when Jay called out to her, walking toward her. "Y/N-nie, you said you don't like lamb, so here's some beef. I didn't overcook it, does that suit you?"

He put a hand under her chin to bring the fork holding a piece of meat to her mouth, Y/N took it between her teeth to taste it. "Oh my God, that's perfect, Jay! Thank you so much, you're a sweetheart!"

The young man assured her it was nothing, going back to get the rest of the steak as the tops of his ears were a little red, and not from the heat. "Then tomorrow, let's decide who's on meal duty with a mini-game," Jungwon suggested.

"How about this," Sunghoon said. "Someone says a consonant letter and finds an object starting with it."

"So the last person who arrives last is on meal duty?"

"Yeah."

"Okay!"

"But who's going to choose the letters?" Ni-ki remarked. "Oh, or should we use the punching machine? Should the lowest score lose?"

"Sounds good!" The boys started rage-baiting Sunoo by telling him he could start thinking of letters right away, as if he couldn't beat them. And Ni-ki even reassured him that Jay only got 100 points with his foot.

"Sunoo-ya, don't listen to them!" Inna said. "They're just sore losers."

"You could always volunteer to be on meal duty then," Y/N retorted, bringing her wine glass to her lips. "That way, we can all sleep in."

"Even if you were the chosen one, you'd still sleep in, and we'd end up eating air!" The young woman giggled, admitting it was quite true.

"Okay!"

"Okay, let's cheer!" They all extended their glasses to the center of the table, the glass clinking with the others in a loud chime.

"To Enhypen!"

"And to Ivory!"

"May this weekend bring us lots of memories!"

"Fighting!"

"Fighting, everyone."

They drank in silence until Jake laid it on thick. "Gambarimasu."

Y/N choked on her sip of wine, Heeseung patted her back as they all started laughing at this sudden interjection. The meal ended on this joyful note. After clearing the table so they wouldn't have to do it later, they went down to the basement to gather around the punching machine.

Who would be on meal duty and considered the weakest member? Certainly not Inna and Y/N, who intended to show what they were capable of! Sunoo was the first to take on a wobbly Rookie track sung by his members. He made a nice score of 573, which made the group scream, hoping they could beat him without a problem.

Y/N leaned against the wall and watched the boys hit the punching bag, not hesitating to stare at their arms contracting with effort, most of them in tank tops. Inna elbowed her to snap her out of her contemplation with a smirk. "Come on, noona!" Ni-ki smiled, handing her the glove. "You can do it!"

"Don't scream, don't scream!" she said to an invisible crowd. "I can't kiss everyone!"

"You're ridiculous," Inna said as the boys laughed. Her friend stuck her tongue out at her, then got into position.

"Okay. I can do this."

"You can do it, babe!" her leader shouted. "Think of your ex! That dirty dog who cheated on you! I know manager-nim stopped you from hitting him, but imagine that ball is his big stupid head!"

"Yeah, right, that bastard!" Y/N delivered a beautiful right hook to the punching bag, the score quickly rose on the screen, stopping at 731. She raised her arms, greeting her imaginary audience under the boys' applause.

Inna positioned herself last, tying with Sunoo, both designated as on meal duty. Especially since, to quote "I don't trust a man in the kitchen" according to Inna and her bad experience with her brothers…

To designate the third member of this lunch trio, Sunoo and Inna had the honor of making their members run all over the house in search of objects starting with the letter T. Sunghoon knocked a coffee table over on his head, very sexy. Y/N saved herself thanks to a box of tea found in her bag, and Jungwon unfortunately lost, deprived of a sleep-in the next day.

Y/N almost killed them all when they massacred the rules of Uno, the boys almost didn't see the light of day… They all went to put on their pajamas to go to bed in the makeshift dormitory, two mattresses had been brought in to accommodate everyone, the mattresses set up next to each other to form a square.

Jay shared a mattress with Ni-ki, Jake with Jungwon, Inna with Sunoo, and Y/N was the only one sharing a three-person mattress with Heeseung and Sunghoon, sandwiched between them. "I have a feeling I'm going to have a good night," she smiled.

"Why?" Inna asked.

"Because I have Sunghoon's strong muscles to protect me from monsters and Heeseung's pretty face to have sweet dreams with me," Y/N giggled, pulling the duvet up to her chin.

The room erupted in laughter as the two concerned turned away to hide their smiles and the redness on their cheeks. They had trouble falling asleep from laughing at Jay's fake snoring, but exhaustion eventually won out.

The next morning, the morning was already well underway when sleep gradually left their bodies and they woke up. It was quite warm in the room because of the spring heat, and most of the duvets had been abandoned during the night.

Inna sat up, rubbing her eyes with one hand before her gaze fell on her friend. A snicker escaped her as she turned her head toward the camera.

Y/N was trapped between Heeseung and Sunghoon, who had unconsciously moved closer to her during the night. Heeseung was facing her, having slid down on the mattress in his sleep so that his head rested against her chest. As for Sunghoon behind her, one arm was resting under her neck and the other around her waist, his face pressed against her nape.

Inna shook Sunoo by the shoulder, the young man had just bumped his head against the headboard, and he looked at his members, giggling. One by one, they woke up, except for the trio dead to the world.

Inna, Sunoo, and Jungwon got out of bed to go prepare breakfast, leaving the others to emerge at their own pace. Across from Sunghoon, Jake reached out to tickle his toes, and the young man quickly pulled his foot away as he woke up.

Lifting his head, his hair all over the place, he noticed the position he was in with Y/N, Heeseung still asleep on her other side. "Sleep well, hyung?" Ni-ki teased as the Ice Prince sat up, releasing her.

"Very." The eldest mumbled in his sleep, finally pulling away from Y/N to roll onto his back. His eyebrows furrowed as he struggled to open his eyes.

"Welcome back," Jay chuckled.

"What time is it…?"

"Time to tell you that you and Hoon used Y/N as your plushie tonight," Jake said.

Heeseung glanced at Sunghoon, who held back a smile. Movement came from Y/N's side, and they fell silent, the young woman stretched her arms above her head to stretch her still-sleepy muscles. Her t-shirt rode up slightly over her stomach, drawing their eyes to that little patch of skin.

She blindly reached out for her phone, turned it on, and was blinded by the screen's light. Seeing the time, she let her face fall back into her pillow. "Y/N-nie, wake up," Jay laughed as he stood up.

"Too early…"

"It's almost eleven. Inna, Jungwon, and Sunoo must have finished preparing lunch." At the mention of food, the young woman sat up, flattening her hair as much as possible to look presentable before getting up, stumbling out of bed to be the first one downstairs.

Laughing, the boys followed her downstairs, where Inna, Sunoo, and Jungwon were preparing food, a delicious smell wafting from the kitchen. "I'm starving!" Y/N exclaimed.

"I was sure of it," her friend exasperated, slapping her hand when she tried to grab a piece of dough. A pan of tomato pasta, Jake's pizza, pork slices, and Sunghoon's salmon took center stage on the table. Y/N had ended up seated at the end of the table, nibbling on a slice of pizza.

"Who wants a sandwich?" Ni-ki asked. "No one wants a sandwich?"

"I'm okay."

"Ni-ki-ya, I want one of your sandwiches!" Y/N called out, raising her hand. "Make me one, please!"

"Okay, noona!"

"You literally ate half the pasta, and you still have room for a sandwich?" Inna exasperated.

"Yeah! Sunoo, your pasta was delicious!"

"Thank you, noona! I'm glad you liked it!"

Y/N stuck out her tongue when Inna called her a glutton and ignored her. Ni-ki set a sandwich down in front of Jake and then two plates in front of the young woman. Y/N stood up to let him sit in her spot, then settled back onto his lap due to a lack of chairs.

She grabbed her sandwich and took a big bite, shaking her head. "That's so good, Ni-ki! Thanks."

"Seriously, you'd marry a burger if you could," Inna exasperated.

"Right now, I'm thinking of marrying this sandwich."

"How about marrying the one who made the sandwich?" Ni-ki suggested with a sideways smile. She started laughing, bumping him with her shoulder as he chuckled, his members rolling their eyes.

After this delicious breakfast that looked more like lunch, some went to get ready, and others like Jay and Ni-ki went back to lie down. Y/N was in one of the bathrooms taking a shower, humming under her breath. It was obviously one of the only rooms without cameras.

She spun around when the door opened, she and Sunoo staring at each other in silence before he slammed the door shut, a hand over his eyes. He shouted apologies, apologizing over and over before the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall. Well, at least they'd broken the ice.

Sunoo burst into the room where Jay and Ni-ki were dozing, Heeseung playing on his Switch in bed. "What's wrong with you?" Jay yawned.

"I went to the bathroom to get ready, but Y/N was already taking a shower! I'll never be able to look her in the face again!"

"You saw her naked?" Heeseung laughed, lowering his Switch.

"Do you know many people who shower dressed, hyung?! Of course I saw her naked!!" Sunoo fell silent and turned crimson when Y/N entered the room, a towel wrapped around her body to look for her things. "Noona, I'm so so sorry. I swear I didn't know you were already there!"

"Don't worry, Sunoo-ya," she chuckled. "It's okay. I'm used to it with girls. Even if they don't run away screaming."

"That does sound like Sunoo hyung," Ni-ki snickered. Sunoo lunged at him as they started pillow fighting, Y/N snorting as she grabbed her swimsuit and left the room.

Once that incident was forgotten, Jake, Sunghoon, and Jungwon tried fishing one more time while the others were on the terrace or the balcony. Jay was contemplating the view when he looked down, choking on his saliva.

"Fuck…"

Ni-ki and Heeseung followed his gaze, their eyes widening as they saw Y/N walk through the patio door, wearing a floral bikini whose ties rested on her hips. She laid her towel on a lounger, pulling her hair up into a bun before dipping her toe in the water to test the temperature.

Inna appeared behind her, also in a swimsuit but still wearing shorts, and slipped behind her to push her. The young woman fell into the pool with a loud splash, surfacing, sputtering. "INNA!"

Her friend ran away laughing hysterically, preferring to join the fishing group. Y/N, who hadn't wanted to wet her freshly washed hair from that very morning, had just seen her blowout vanish. She ran her hands over her face to wipe the water droplets caught in her lashes, looking up to see Heeseung, Jay, Sunoo, and Ni-ki appear in swimsuits.

The production had still asked them to wear t-shirts to go in the water, whereas Y/N was herself in a full bikini. Double standard… "I see you didn't wait for us to dive in," Heeseung smiled, walking down the steps.

"Inna pushed me! Tomorrow I'm waking her up with a cannonball."

"I'll make sure not to share her mattress then," Jay snickered.

Ni-ki came back with a ball, jumping into the water and splashing them. They passed it around the pool, Y/N and Sunoo lying on two inflatable mattresses, discussing what they had planned for tomorrow, their true last full day here.

The others came back empty-handed from fishing, quickly changing to join them. Inna tipped Y/N off her mat, and she got revenge by splashing her from head to toe. "What if we had a battle?" Jake suggested. "Y/N gets on my shoulders, and another duo faces us!"

"Yeah!"

"Good idea!"

Jake submerged himself underwater to let the young woman settle on his shoulders, the young man surfacing by gripping her thighs. His hands rested on her wet hair, pushing it back to let her see clearly.

Jungwon climbed onto Sunghoon's shoulders, who grunted under the effort, the leader retorting that he wasn't that heavy. Y/N and Jungwon faced each other, grabbing each other's hands.

"And go!" Jay shouted.

They tried to push each other amid their members' cheers, trying to knock the other off Jake's and Sunghoon's shoulders, who held firm. The Australian's fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, keeping her steady.

Jungwon pushed her hard backward, the young woman almost toppling, but Jake brought her forward again, Y/N bumping the leader, who dragged Sunghoon down with him. The duo celebrated their victory, Y/N sliding off Jake's shoulders as he caught her in his arms.

"Team Australia wins!" she exclaimed.

"You lost!"

Sunghoon pushed the hair out of his eyes as he surfaced, his black tank top clinging to his torso like a second skin. Y/N let her gaze slide over his muscles, moving up to his face to find him already looking at her with a smile.

Jay cooked them another delicious dinner. They drank a bit during the meal but were fairly reasonable, unlike what would follow… They pretended to go to bed for the cameras before getting back up, handing their mic packs to the staff, who left the house. They could finally have fun alone.

Y/N had a glass of whiskey in hand, sitting between Jungwon and Heeseung, who had an arm around her shoulders. To start the evening, they played card games that quickly degenerated, knowing the boys, and the girls weren't any better.

Y/N and Inna jumped from their seats when they beat Jake and Sunoo, the young woman bursting out laughing when she saw Ni-ki tumble headfirst off the couch over the backrest. She caught him by the belt of his pajama pants to pull him back onto the sofa, the maknae collapsing onto her, his cheeks pink from the alcohol.

"Bro, are you going to call that guy who flirted with you at the bar yesterday?" Inna hiccupped.

"Don't know, he was cute," she smiled, playing with Ni-ki's hair.

"Does your agency care if you have boyfriends?" Sunghoon asked.

"They don't care as long as it stays private and doesn't cause scandals."

"Like, have you ever had one-night stands?" Ni-ki asked innocently, lifting his head slightly from Y/N's shoulder.

She sketched a smile, looking down at him, sliding her fingers through his ash-colored locks, which gave him goosebumps. "Maybe."

Inna giggled as the boys exchanged silent glances. They put away the cans and glasses of alcohol, ready to go to sleep. Y/N hung back a little while the others went upstairs.

She was in the kitchen having a drink when Jake leaned against the counter beside her. "I didn't expect this trip to be so enjoyable," he admitted.

"Why? Because a trip between a boy group and a girl group would be weird?"

"Well, fans might have thought that, or even you guys might have been more… reserved to keep up appearances."

"'Reserved' isn't in our vocabulary," Y/N chuckled, turning to him. "Actually, 'shy,' 'serious,' and 'calm' don't exist for us. It's more 'chaotic and messy.'"

"I noticed," he smiled. Jake reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on her cheek. The young woman saw his eyes darting between hers and her lips.

It must be said that Jake was particularly cute with his tousled hair and slightly red cheeks from the alcohol. Anyone would have fallen for him in her place. Their lips met in a passionate kiss that took their breath away.

Maybe that last whiskey had been one too many, but Y/N didn't care at that moment. Jake's mouth on hers, his broad palms on her hips, and his body pressed against hers mattered more.

Jake lifted her to set her down on the kitchen counter, the cold surface contrasting with her warm skin. The young man trailed his kisses down her neck, nibbling her skin in places as his hands continued their descent toward her thighs.

"Can I? Please, baby, can I touch you?" She nodded with a moan, and Jake slid her panties down her legs, stuffing them into his shorts' back pocket. He dropped to his knees before her, making her heart skip a beat.

His breath is hot against her wetness, and Y/N throws her head back, trapping her lower lip between her teeth to stifle a moan when he gives her a first lick. Her fingers clench on the marble countertop while her other hand grips his hair.

Jake eats her out like a starved man, his tongue tracing her intimacy up to her clitoris, sending countless shivers of pleasure through her. The young woman does her best to stay quiet, swallowing her moans behind her lips.

Her head falls back against the cabinet behind her, ignoring the pain, completely forgotten in the face of the pleasure Jake is giving her. "Well, well, welll…"

Y/N opens her eyes in panic, meeting Heeseung's gaze as he leans on the kitchen island, watching them with a smirk. Jake glances over his shoulder, his fingers tightening around the young woman's thighs when she tries to pull back.

"You could have invited me," Heeseung smiled, stepping forward.

"Go away, hyung," Jake grumbled.

"I don't think so." A smirk stretches Heeseung's lips as he kneels beside Jake, nudging him with his shoulder. "You could share, Jaeyun. Right, jagiya?"

Her breath catches in her throat as they both look at her, and Y/N feels the blush rising to her cheeks. She nods without a word, and Heeseung shoots a victorious look at Jake, who rolls his eyes.

Jake ignores his friend and resumes his activity between her thighs, lifting one of her thighs onto his shoulder for more room. Heeseung chuckles and places kisses from the top of her knee to the inside of her thigh, his hand sliding under her t-shirt, caressing her flank to reach her chest and cup one of her breasts.

Y/N claps her hand over her mouth to stifle a cry of pleasure when Heeseung's tongue joins Jake's on her intimacy. They're practically making out between her legs, her wetness coating their chins and lips.

Her hands grip their hair to pull them closer to her as tears of pleasure well at the corners of her eyes. That knot in her lower belly only tightens, threatening to explode at any moment. Heeseung hooks his hand behind her knee to lift her leg, and her eyes roll back when he focuses on her clitoris and Jake pushes his tongue inside her, working in perfect tandem.

She finally reaches orgasm, her entire body tensing as they both prolong her climax until she pushes them away from overstimulation. Heeseung and Jake stand up, satisfied with themselves. Y/N struggles to catch her breath, sliding off the counter onto her trembling legs.

"If you're done, maybe you can continue this in the bedroom with us instead of keeping noona to yourselves?" All three turn their heads toward Jungwon, who stands there, arms crossed over his bare chest, and Y/N blushes faintly under his gaze. "Also, you're lucky the cameras aren't filming anymore, because I doubt that would have been good for you, seeing you eating noona out. Inna noona went to sleep in the basement because she was too hot in the bedroom, so… If you'll kindly make your way to the bedroom."

Jungwon steps back and gestures the way with his arm. Heeseung and Jake exchange a smile, wiping their mouths, and Y/N clings to the eldest's neck when he lifts her into his arms.

The bedroom door opens and closes behind them, the key locking the door echoing in the lock. Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Ni-ki wait patiently, knowing full well what had happened in the kitchen.

Heeseung set Y/N down on the bed, the young woman propping herself up on her elbows to gaze at them. "I guess the night is just beginning," Sunghoon smiled.

Oh yeah…

Masterlist

Downtown is abuzz, springtime bringing out lifeforms in their fullest, humans on a leisurely stroll and vampires in their element, nightfall cast to upheave the sluggishness of day, canines bared and timeless beauty arresting. On the way to your destination, a concrete jungle of scaffolding and pets on leashes, you stop at an intersection. Cars zoom, traffic lights ticking down until they turn green again. The road, a blur of cars would usually have your attention, if not for the huge billboard plastered above the pizzeria and jazz bar just ahead. 

Pearl Bite: A bloodless white, a perfect smile. 

Your own faux canines show, tongue run beneath their point as your eyes dazzle at the advert. Specifically, the creator and model for Pearl Bite ─ your one and only boyfriend. 

College sweethearts, Sunghoon describes your romance as a sneaky attack on your behalf, nothing but his passion on his mind, only to be derailed. The brilliance of your smile, the heartiness of your laugh, your endless glow he couldn't shy away from. The next century is meant to build upon his newly-found interest in dentistry, open his own practice with amassed generational wealth and give back to his community. His initial plan only accounts for vampires, at the mercy of many cycled conversations of blood-stained fangs and how there's no vampire-equivalent for teeth-whitening. Then he meets you, unknowingly opens himself up more to the human experience, recognizes how they can differ vastly from his own, yet share so many similarities. 

You're the most selfless person he knows, a long-line of people served before you're last in line. Amongst the juggle of others' needs and aspirations, yours kind of included somewhere, he learns you're a product of everything you've ever loved and suffered from too. In the months passing too quick for his liking - still toeing the line of friendship(ish) - you bare yourself to him in the late night diner you work at. 

The one he walks you home from, drinks the shitty coffee because you've brewed it. The things vampires do for love.

In a dim corner booth, your chin perches on your folded arms, fingers drumming against a table you're yet to clean and are honestly too tired to at this point. It's been non-stop shifts packed into a never-ending semester, and whilst your job's meant to supplement your means of living, it also serves another purpose. 

"I owe my mom everything," you start, the bat of your lashes turning Sunghoon into a statue, knowing what's to come yet unsure. Uncertain how to proceed. "No matter how little we had to our name, she always made sure I was taken care of. That if one of us was happy, it was always me,"

Your nose twitches, eyes glossy with a sigh coming from trembling lips. A vague crack sounds in his chest. 

He wishes his hand had the kind of warmth you'd lean into. 

"Losing her best friend, and in a way, losing me ─ has brought her to her knees," your fingers drum, pupils shaking as you will your tears to only exist before your waterline. "I'm doing as much as I can, but there's only so much to do from across the country. I can't check in on her and the house between lectures, I can't pay for anything medical other than some lousy insurance, I can't transfer that weight to myself,"

"Because at least then, it wouldn't be her burden to bear." 

The welled emotions in your chest demand you to straighten, more space for lungs to expand and when stray tears fall, you can only exhale, elbows propped to the table to wipe them away. Your hand falls to the surface in perfect timing, searing skin meeting a cool, steady palm. You're just as still as him, the thump of your heart felt in Sunghoon's fingertips, all the way through to his ears ringing with its race. Only empathy occupies him, remnants of a life before immortality tethering you two together by more than held hands, the quiet compassion he delivers sticking with you forever. 

Time has since passed, that corner booth a bittersweet memory. In spite of long-carried pain, you and your mom see brighter days ─ graduation, your first adult job, the return of her smile. Depression has a way of mystifying the future ahead of you, the present clouded in miserable, inescapable grey clouds. To push on takes all the more effort, so things start to give ─ sleep, appetite and the wither of everything else. While she's managed to pick herself up by the aid of you and others, your mom still holds a keepsake she'd rather do without. A dimmed smile you're doing your best to help restore. But in a household where annual doctor's trips are rare, the luxury doesn't come easy. And by the time you're examining what other expenses to cut back on, Sunghoon pitches his latest project. 

Pearl Bite, for humans and vampires alike. 

Endless trials, modifications, moulds that have bitten the dust and brave participants that bring his dream into fruition. Only now, his dream accounts for not only you, but your mother. Additional modules and clinicals to fit in the study of human teeth, revitalizing the last part of a past your mother is moving forward from. And when everything's said and done, your mother instinctively cowers from the mirror before she weeps, holding onto Sunghoon with a life force as gratitude soaks into his white coat. In the corner, his eyes find you, the water-lined tears in your eyes like then, now reflecting the kind of appreciation and love he knows is priceless. 

Pearl Bite takes off, his humble practice fighting to accommodate for the onslaught of patients he tries helping. People come from far and wide, all with a story that picks at their nails and prompts reluctance when it comes time for Sunghoon's inspection. Overbites, plaque, shaven-down fangs, blood stains ─ the list goes on. However, their reluctance is all but forgotten once he commits himself to their well-being, a sigh of relief filling his mask before he hands over what feels like a magic mirror, sorrow turning into happiness. One practice isn't enough, not for endless clients, or aspiring dentists with the same aspirations. Multiple dot themselves across the country, his time split between sights he flies to (your stomach still drops whenever both your feet leave the ground). He has a line of products, an alternative solution for those he cannot meet and to no surprise, it takes off. You climb your own career ladder, finding something just as meaningful and building your life together with the man who saved yours and your mother's smile. 

His practice bustles as it always does, a mixture of clients flipping through magazines or sharing stories in the waiting room. To his assistance, you wave, your presence always welcome when your schedules align. In the hall leading to his office, your head nods at more waiting patients, smile brimmed in manner with a glance at the clock. 

It's feeding time. 

A flutter in your chest disturbs the peace you've maintained for the day's majority, current sparked as your palm meets the door handle of his office, shallowly pulled to the side only to let yourself in. No one occupies the dental unit, spotlight tucked away with the space sterilised and clean, its sleek hues of white, grey and muted baby blue burrowing comfort in your chest. Attempts to slow the rabbit Sunghoon hears, a heartbeat so attuned to he forgoes his inventory count and goes to filter back into the main room, surprise alight in his eyes as he's urged back. 

"I didn't know you were coming," his voice carries the sentiment, the half-hearted draw of his inventory's door schemed behind you. 

Innocence brims in your smile nonetheless, arms strung around him as his hands fall to your waist, steady and firm. 

"You forgot your dinner."

"Dinner?" a lone eyebrow raises, the slope of his nose in full view as his head turns to the mini fridge metres away. "I should have enough blood bags for─" 

Your nails rake through his nape hairs once and for all, stepping back before you haul yourself on the counter space he'd been working so diligently on, showcasing the dinner he's seemingly left behind.

You. 

No one would bat an eyelash at the length of your skirt, a conservative length if not for an extra long stride ─ the cross of your legs ─ where skin reveals itself, blemishing with incessant teeth marks, beard burn and a mouth pulling into a disbelieving smile as you reveal yourself to him, making sure to crane your neck enough to hint at the location of his last feed. 

"So," mischief lives in the lines of your smirk, your own canines peeking through in an ask. "Will you finish what you started?" 

With centuries spent living amongst vampires and humans, you'd think Sunghoon would have some know-how. Predict the patterns humans have made of themselves, ingrained in wired DNA passed down from generation to generation. Yet, you always seem to surprise him. Bring the disbelieving and amused laughter out his huffing chest, his proximity drawn closer as his hands staple on either side of your thighs, skirt material bunched in your lap, goosebump-riddled from the arctic temperature of his office. 

His eyes burn with a dial of lust, iris colouring into a wine hue before his pupils swallows the field whole, gaze flickered between your eyes and lips. 

"This is risky," he notes, nosing along your jaw. The instinct to give your neck away wears him down more than you'll know. "Anyone could come in and see us. Hear us," 

He deserts the raised skin trail he's created from slight grazes alone, satisfaction on his lips as he creates space to marvel at the mess you're boiling down to. 

"But that's what gets you off, right?" his fangs show, his grin too amused and cocky to shield them, his head tilted to only emphasis his point. "Just can't keep your pretty moans to yourself." 

Air fills your lungs through a nasal inhale, chest slumping with a gulp audible to your own ears. You'd waltzed in here first, you can't lose control just yet. 

You bring yourself closer to the counter's edge, skirt riding up further to expose hints of lace, knowing it'll do nothing but torment him. Taunt him as his canine and lower teeth toy with an inner piece of his check, restraint tested.

"Come on, you haven't fed in days," he's standing straighter, hands off the counter. He's close enough though, the perfect distance for your leg to hook at his lower back and draw him in, your hand waiting before his length eventually throbs in your palm, your grin a work of sin as you peer up at him with dark magic eyes. "I know you're hungry." 

Control is commanded, and to some extent, Sunghoon submits. Lets you carry out your charade, allows the concept of power to exist in your frame of mind. However, deep down, you both know. Undeterred, Sunghoon lets you palm his growing erection, smirking like it doesn't turn him on. Like he doesn't give your hand one grind, starved for friction. 

His hand raises to outline the shell of your ear with his fingertip, pleased with the shiver erupting down your spine. 

"Funny how blood and sex are so intertwined," he leads, voice husky as his eyes fall to yours again, standing their ground. "For you, especially."

It's meant to be a call out. In some measure, you suffer from its consequences, prickly skin and heated cheeks. However, you've been with Sunghoon long enough to quit playing shy. You plan to spend eternity with him too, it's only natural you reward him with your honesty.

"It's another layer of intimacy," the sweetness of your words juxtapose your actions, palm firm against his shaft as your thumb glides over his tip in sweet, torturous motions, smile stretching at the waver of his breath. You cock your head, a call for attention. "Wouldn't you agree?"

He's close like this now, shuffled to you in a tighter circle of your hooked legs, the column of his throat licked. The grain of stubble against your tongue hums your pleasure into his skin, his own mirrored sound coming when your teeth nibble on the teased skin.

"Hmph," he groans, losing focus. Losing to you. "I do, but my mind can't help but wonder," 

Further words peaks your interest, Sunghoon's hand settling across your neck, face further away as he handles you for his viewing pleasure. His other set of knuckles push his glasses up his nose bridge, chin lifted as he looks at you through low eyes, the quiet but hard thump of your pulse meeting the pad of his thumb.

"If it's the euphoric high you're starved for," Sunghoon's thumb moves over the tender skin, thump gaining traction as you attempt withstanding his complete read of you. "Or maybe it's the slight pain," 

Through the time you've known Sunghoon, you've only ever known him to be humble. No matter what feat he reaches, trait or skill he posses and displays, he'll pretend as if it's not his own. Won't gloat, won't brag ─ except for times like these. 

When he's got you right where he wants, his fangs pinpoint on your skin between the fan of his thumb, your heartbeat the equivalent of being chased. 

You hear his smirk first before you see it, space created again as his eyes cannot be without your sight for too long. 

"Which one is it?"

The hand that'd been palming him arrests the counter's edge, knuckles burning white in an act of self-restraint. Control you're being frayed to abandon, a harsh run of your tongue on the back of your teeth as your other leg hooks behind him, nowhere to hide as your hip roll to meet his, a grind you see chipping away at him.

Pressure adds to the grasp on your neck ─ a test to you too. 

"Wouldn't you like to know." 

Again, that almost incredulous yet amused chuckle meets your ears, this time more mocking as Sunghoon's tongue pokes his inner cheek, his eyes bleeding over with an intensity you've only been anticipating.

"I'll find out either way," one corner of his lip lifts, small but all-knowing. "Spread your legs." 

The last thing you'll do is indulge him, even if your body aches for him in the worst way ─ bone deep, lust sinking in your body like an anchor. You're already pressed against him, the friction of few layers a blessing in disguise for someone as insatiable as you are. This, you can do with. The same can't be said for Sunghoon, who in the questioning look he gives you, your smile extends ─ a slice of heaven and a lot of hell. 

"What's with the attitude?" he chuckles, one last squeeze against the sides of your neck to make you squeak. The departures paves the way for his impatience, enough strength to pry your crossed ankles apart. "Didn't you want this all along? Treated the way you are in my office because you couldn't wait?"

You can't compete against an immortal, his strength bending your body to his will, thighs braced against the arctic counter top. Spread to his liking. 

"Ah, that's why," it's the second time in such little time you've heard him smirk, a more evil moon crescent shape to his eyes as he marvels between your legs. Specifically, the wetness that's soaked through the flimsy fabric. "It's okay, I want you just as much." 

A gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead, because your ego has its' moments, bruising like a peach. You could huff, turn away from the supposed affection he gives you, but he's quicker. A peck to the tip of your nose and happiness in the light chuckle he does afterwards. 

Then, when you're looking at him again, albeit reluctantly, he smiles regardless. Cups your cheeks, holding you as if porcelain and kisses you. Soft and pillowy, lingering to savour the simple press of flesh, a slow and sweet swirl back into desire. Melting in his cold grasp, you move in patterns known to each other, the audacity to start pulling away breathing a snicker between your lips, his smile against your lips after he's chased them, your own introduced moments later. 

He picks you apart in the most delicate way, undoing you with adoring kisses and assured hands, consuming you with every breath he steals, hands of desperation hinging themselves against his arms. Sunghoon kisses you as if it's your last, with deeper meaning coming from the lifetimes he's lived, your bottom lip between his teeth as he tugs gently. 

A move applicable to everyone. Doing its worst to you. 

While other teeth tease, his fangs threaten, a harsher skim against the flesh your breath hitches at, a swipe of his tongue meant to soothe, only to fuel the fire burning in you. 

While his hands no longer cradle your face, he kisses you without fault. Pouring affection into the tender overlap of lips, the only thing you manage to do is lift your hips as his hands tug your panties down your legs, tucked away in his back pocket as a souvenir. If you weren't so dazed, you'd make fun of him, like when you'd felt his cock kick when you'd started kissing, the venture of your tongue making him sigh a stuttered breath. 

Smacked lips and laboured breaths no longer only occupy the office/closet space, abundance of slick lapped up on the span of two fingers, the most piled on Sunghoon's fingertips as they tease your entrance, thumb doing slow circles against your clit. 

Fingers carding through his hair, your breath stutters in his mouth. Whines and huffed whimpers bleed into his kiss-stained lips as his fingers push in with no resistance, welcomed as your walls conform to their shape. He stretches you with the scissors of his fingers, the stretch simmering with a touch of discomfort, grinding down to blooming pleasure as you yield, his fingers 'curl pushed into the spot making you see stars. 

"Think I'll give your thighs a break," Sunghoon whispers, your tongue dipped into the curve of his lips. "All those hickeys and beard burn can't be good for you ─ too much friction," 

"N-not enough," you wail, running feverishly hot and without any care, bucking your hips helplessly. "Want ─ more." 

"I've made you such a greedy thing, haven't I?" he murmurs, humming at all the sounds you reward him with ─ vulnerable moans, sloppy kisses you try giving but it's no use. You're gone, in too deep to realise the moment you'd walked into his office, your fate had been sealed. 

Other points deserve attention, is Sunghoon's thought process as he leaves your lips with one last slow kiss, saliva strung between your quivering lips before he peppers his way down your chin, up the curve of your jaw and stops right below your earlobe. You know where he'll go next and it sends a buzz through your every cell, makes you tremble and shake. And before your brain can catch up to the signs, Sunghoon knows too.

Hears the chaos of your heart, the disarray of your pulse and plays along.

"Haven't even got to your neck and you're leaking all over my fingers," he muses, a peck smacked onto the dipped skin before his teeth catch onto the fleshy part, a fang punctured close to where your lone piercing is. An automatic response is relayed by your body. "Squeezing my fingers for all their worth, huh?"

Lolled to the side, a partial part in purpose but the other because your head's swarmed in haziness, twice its weight from Sunghoon consuming you, his non-beating heart having the decency to not prolong your long-awaited ask. He descends, inches but makes his way with the tread of his teeth down your neck column. 

"What happened to that little attitude of yours, sweet girl?" he asks, the squelch and twitch of your body unearthing a rarity in condescending nature. "Did I fingerfuck it out of you, hm? You wanna be my good girl now?"

You nod hard enough to feel the jumble of your brain, cut up into pieces and free-floating in your zero-gravity headspace. 

"You know nods won't do," he's there. The exact spot he feeds from, and it's maddening. The release of adrenaline, the rabbit chase your heart does, nails scraping into marble. 

He noses along the mark, a momentary pause noting how gone he is for you too, intoxicated at the mere scent of your blood before everything crumbles, his willpower the only thing standing as he pries away, looking you in your eyes as he says, 

"Let me hear you say it, princess." 

"I'll─I'll be good," the words slosh in your mouth, lips pressed to muffle your desperate squeaks. "I just─just let me come please?" 

"I'm no animal," dark laughter licks up your spine, stuck in its slouch as Sunghoon's rhythm picks up, fingertips knocking deepest in you, your jaw pried open in silent surprise. "I couldn't deprive you if I tried." 

"Come on, sweet girl," he comes closer, fresh linen scent engulfing you as a kiss lays upon your temple. "The quicker you let go, the faster you get my cock." 

The quicker he'll feed. 

The mere thought is almost like magic, contracting your walls in an impossible squeeze as the coil in your stomach sizzles at the tips of your toes, shooting up to burst through every avenue ─ every pore ─ of your body. Detonating right in the palm of his hand, he kisses your wails away until they subside, fingers working you until you're twitchy and overly sensitive, glossy eyed yet itching to unbutton his slacks. 

"Impatience will get you hurt," is his later comment, letting you mess with the buckle of his belt, metallic clashes resonating through the room. Dripping more slick onto his office counter. "So rushed when you'll struggle taking me."

The last notch of his zipper sounds louder than the rest, your head snapped in his direction. "Now, that you can't mock me for," 

Your eyes drop down to the heavy bulge imprinting through his briefs and slacks, hoping his eyes follow along. 

"I take your literal monster cock like a champ, thank you." 

"Give or take." 

You kiss your teeth, knowing better but still cursing at him in your head.

"Whatever," your eyes roll, pushing enough of his waistband down to get your hand around his cock. Barely, but it's not of the essence. What is is the need his tip heats with, generous precome beaded in his slit your thumbs runs over. A hiss releases in spite of his efforts, met with the cockiness of your grin. "You're the one who needs me here," 

"Blood bags only taste so good," you drawl, pulling him out to get a better handle of his length. Head ducked to dribble spit on his skin as makeshift lube, enveloped by your palm in a mixture with precome as your hand comes up and twists up his veined shaft. Now it's his turn for braced hands on the counter's edge, his grip strong enough to snap the marble in two. The thought ignites lightning in your stomach. 

Your mouth gets the chance for payback ─ hovering over the shell of his pointed one, a lapsed breath released in the anticipation of your words. The slow, tight jerk of your hand. "And none can get you off, so…" 

A huff of defeat ─ still humoured ─ sounds past your shoulder, Sunghoon's back muscles flexing through the white coat ruffling as he pushes off the table, hair slicked back back as his fingers run through dark strands, his pale features accented with a pretty rosy tint. 

Lips swollen with kisses. Skin glittering in the low light.

"You're annoying," his hands swats away yours, his focal point you as your figure reflects in the honey sweet hue of his eyes. "I love you." 

"Love you t─ah!"

Sunghoon had knocked your knees further apart, lined himself with your entrance and now, starts to slide his length in. Ever since your last orgasm, you'd hinged on his counter for the moment his cock would stretch you out, but even if your eyes blindly followed his shifts, you'd got lost in his confession. The sheer honesty and sincerity brimming in his eyes as he said so, his last words to you before you reconnect again as one. 

A frantic hand jumps to secure yourself on one plane of his shoulder, a sharp inhale sucking in all frigid air of his office into your shaken lungs, the bitten back moan he lets slip flooding the glide of his length, inches sparingly used. Yet the thought of being split open remains alive and well. 

"You're good, you can take it." 

It's one of his sentences that doesn't reek of condescension, the kind of sugary encouragement you can't help but want to do your best for, relying on your practiced methods of breathing and trying to relax. Except to accommodate to his size, you're gripping and adjusting, depleting his ability to be gentle with you. In the adjustments you make, one sentence lurks in the misty halls of his mind as he only gives as much as you can take, a hand and grazed-thumb on your hip to ground you. 

"What I'd do to stuff your hole full of me right now…"

Luckily, he doesn't have to do anything. Living up to your words, the inches continue to disappear, the sorest sight for his centuries-vision filled eyes, shoulders coming down in relief with a mouth ajar. Your hand's over the lower half of your stomach, not exposed by your shirt, but Sunghoon knows. 

You feel him there. 

"Remind me," he huffs, stalling for your adjustment, the stretch as delicious as it is a dance around torture. "You take what like a champ?"

Sunghoon gets a kick out of it, this you already know. Somehow, it still makes your jaw tick, the weight cramped in you, making friends with your lower stomach is colossal, enough for an eye twitch and a sharp head turn in his direction.

"Your cock," every word spoken has a letter with a centre part, the disapproving head shake you do continued as your hips shift, leaking tip grinding up into the spongy spot you keen at. "Now move, before I fuck you." 

Sunghoon's sorely mistaken. Painfully hard, yet he still continues ─ cat and mouse game too good to give up. 

"All bark, no bite," he muses, eyes in false moon crescent, hips pulling back to offload the fill of your entrance. "Leave that to the real vampire, huh?" 

Of course he'd leave you with that. Provide you some relief before he eases back into you again, grin shit-eating but eyes attentive, making sure this is pleasurable for you, to which it becomes. Accommodation is never easy, no matter how frequently you fuck, but he makes every grit of your teeth worth it. Falls into slow deep breaths you unknowingly follow and unwind with, moves his cock in and out at any pace you're comfortable with kisses you through it all, praises seared into the skin his lips meet.

A tempo builds, meek whimpers whispered into the hollow of his neck now barely contained moans. Your arms form a loose circle around his shoulders, the groans and whines he saves for your ears swirling a sickening pit of lust in your stomach.

"If only─hmph," you struggle, nails pressing into the fabric of his coat. "You put your mouth to better, fuck ─ use."

Past your ear, his laugh is bright. "You're bewitched,"

The smack of his pelvis against the back of your thighs teases your own teeth into his shoulder, whimpers releasing instead. 

"Are my fangs all I'm good for?"

Turns out, you have your own timing. Comedic timing, it seems, because when you pry from him, mourning the loss of his cool skin, your eyes peer down between your legs. At the cock he uses with you as priority, a simmered sensation you unwind to, wetness drenching his length as the faint bulge of his tip makes itself known. 

"You're good for other things too."

"Unbelievable," you hear your partner laugh, light and breathy because he's so fine-tuned to the human experience, large hands setting themselves up firm against your hips. "Now, if you will, let me do for what I'm good for."

Like you've always known him to be, he prides himself on his craft, making good of his word as he starts pistoning into you, the grind of his pelvis notching against your clit to make you squeal, his shoulders fastened to as the back of your thighs echo with your indecency. You're choking on moans, trying to keep noise to a minimal, but how can you when your vampire boyfriend knows you best? Knows what angle generates current in your body, what pace has you doubling over, holding him because the building pleasure is too immense for how contained your body feels? Knows when to flip the switch with you, the grounding presence you need or the kind that presses you into the ground. 

"My perfect girl," he murmurs, a soothing hand cascading down the back of your head. "I'll never get over how good you feel." 

He isn't the former for long, sheep's skin shed when your eyes start glossing over, legs hooked round his waist with your toes curled, tears of ecstasy saturating his coat's shoulder. How can he when you're basically offering yourself to him, enough distance created for your hands to support you from behind, neck craned for his taking. 

"Is this what you're into?" he asks, the outline of his body unfair under layers of clothing as his cock stuffs you full. "Do you fantasize about being feed on because you feed off the pleasure and pain?" 

You could consider his question, answer truthfully wherever it lies. However, you're a bit preoccupied. The one or two things he's good for working against you, reducing you to a worthless pile of mush, the same matter made of your brain, melted and spilling out your ears, hearing stifled. 

"Answer me." 

Your throat works, suddenly so dry with a swallow for saliva to quench some thirst, vision fuzzy as you fight off the impending doom. 

Not now, not yet. 

"Yes," you respond. "I'm into it because─" 

He notches himself with a particular force, one you do a withered whimper at, pupils shaking as they blow over your iris' ring. 

"Because it's with you," your hand's on his jaw, holding him firm as you add on. "I have a you fetish." 

"Fuck," there's a hitch in Sunghoon's thrusts, a slight hiccup when he disintegrates at your words, head hung only to come back up with the brightest smile on his face. The one you could spend eternity looking at. "You're such a tease." 

"A pretty, sloppy, needy─" emphasis in his stupidly seductive tone matches with the brute of his thrusts, concentrated and attuned to what'll make you break. "─tease." 

Against your forehead, his own falls, a kiss shared as his low body temperature attempts to dial back yours, the coil in your stomach too hot for you to function.

"Good thing you're close because I am too," he nods, one last kiss before he asks. "Do I have the honours?"

It's one of the easiest yes' you'll utter. 

"Always." 

What you could compare the initial seconds of Sunghoon feeding from you to is a piercing. The clamminess of your palms, an escalated heart rate even if you'd mentally prepared for the moment and eyes incapable of focusing. To gain it back, your only function boils down to managing your breaths as anticipation itches beneath your skin.

Then, it happens. 

A momentary flicker of pain, sharpened enamel piercing through skin and sinking, nestling where no vitals are endangered. It's minor, so minor it's forgotten the second after it's felt, the burst of euphoria incomprehensible. Words fail to explain the phenomenon, amounting to a standard you're on a constant chase for, bewitched as Sunghoon so lovingly puts it, him just the same ─ if not worse off ─ as he shamelessly moans at the taste, the vague waft of blood's metallic scent replaced with the blanket of his linen scent. 

Blood and sex are so intertwined, mentioned previously by Sunghoon. And while he'd said this in response to you, the words ring truest for him, a broken moan vibrating into your skin as his hips start rutting, erratic as he surges towards his orgasm. His priority forever and always, he wedges his hand between your bodies, your clit played with to bring you to a similar pace, something like come coating your walls as you squeeze his cock one last time, a cry from your lips before you come undone. 

Eventually, he relents, having had his fill with a pry he holds your body up for, still dazed from the aphrodisiac-like remedy in his venom to seal your skin together. When the world stops moving in separate circles, you catch sight of his fangs, coated in the rich crimson of your blood, only having the energy for a lazy smile before he sorts you two out. An eventual knock echoes at his door, Sunghoon spitting the last of Pearl Bite toothpaste out his mouth, fangs like brand new as you two feign normalcy. 

Like he hadn't fed from you, or how his vampire-equivalent to come isn't leaking between your crossed thighs. 

Just another day at Sunghoon's practice. 

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sunghoon grips one of your thighs, spreading you a little wider across the wedge tucked beneath you. you only met him for the first time today, but he already seems comfortable manhandling your body into different positions at jay’s whim. your pussy clenches with anticipation around the dildo nestled snugly in your cunt. you can’t see either of them but you can feel their eyes on you, the exposure of the lens boring into your bared holes.

sunghoon’s thumb traces one of your swollen petals, collecting some of the wetness gathered there while his forefinger supports the curve of your asscheek, keeping you on display. the cool air hitting your heated flesh makes your sensitive folds quiver, your inner walls constricting on instinct yet again, betraying how much your needy cunt loves being treated like this even if your mind has yet to catch up. a pathetic whine escapes you as sunghoon’s thumb dips in next to the shaft of the dildo, pressing just enough to make you feel the slight burn of being stretched further.

before you can even grasp what he’s doing, he replaces his thumb with his middle finger, pushing inside to the first knuckle despite the way your tight channel convulses in protest. you whimper weakly, mumbling under your breath that it’s ’too much’ as your forehead drops to the pillow. you know they’re not listening, your stomach tightening as sunghoon works his finger a little deeper, wriggling the intrusion around before adding another one. you gasp suddenly, head snapping up again. you swear you’re trying to just ‘shut up and take it’, but it hurts.

‘try to relax,’ jay instructs from behind you. ‘i’m t-trying’. you grit out. you swear you’re fucking trying. ‘she’s so tight.’ sunghoon comments in a lower tone, clearly only addressing jay. he hasn’t said much to you since you started this ‘session’, yet he has two fingers buried in your cunt next to the dildo he inserted earlier.

still, you want to help yourself. you tilt your hips forward a little further as jay directs you to do so, sunghoon’s free hand finding the small of your back to press down insistently. there’s something dizzying about the way he urges you into the position you were already assuming as though you’re so useless, you can’t be trusted to do it yourself.

‘is she pouting again?’ jay asks, not to you but to sunghoon. you turn your head in the opposite direction immediately as the latter of the two peers down towards your face. ‘yeah.’ sunghoon confirms. you hug the pillow tighter to your chest, your pussy gripping his fingers in an involuntary response to being so blatantly belittled.

‘you’re doing great, sweetheart,’ jay praises smoothly, a contrast to the way sunghoon’s fingers scissor inside you, nudging the solid silicone against your side wall. you inhale suddenly through your nose, thighs twitching. ‘camera loves you,’ he murmurs distantly, busy focusing on getting right angle. you can visualize his brows furrowing, jaw tightening. you’re getting wetter, muscles relaxing despite yourself as sunghoon works his fingers even deeper still.

‘she likes that,’ sunghoon says, curling his digits towards your sweet spot, the stimulation paired with how stretched you are making you keen, clenching hard around the invasion. ‘she really likes that.’

there’s silence between the three of you for a second, emphasizing the slick sound your pussy makes as sunghoon’s fingers press a little deeper, nudging the tip of a third next to the two already in there. you groan into the pillow, dreading what you know is coming next but you desperately try to release the tension you’re holding in your abdomen, praying it’s not going to hurt like how you can only imagine it will. ‘please-‘ you dry sob, panting, trying frantically to steady your breath.

‘wait.’ jay commands. you hear the clicking of plastic and metal, sounds you assume are associated with him mounting the camera back to the tripod. sunghoon stills his movements but doesn’t withdraw his fingers. you tremble, the unpredicted change of plans making your insides flutter with anxiety. they discuss something behind you, catching phrases like ‘new direction’ and ‘wasted assets’. your co-star finally takes his fingers out of you, the sudden shift making you to peek over your shoulder curiously.

your view becomes the ceiling as the room spins and you’re splayed on your back across the mattress. the wedge gets repositioned beneath your back, thighs parted lewdly. sunghoon looms over you, a serious look on his face as he removes the dildo almost clinically. your pussy gapes at the loss, your hands finding your own tits in an instinctive but futile attempt to maintain modesty that’s already long gone.

your eyes widen as sunghoon begins unbuckling his belt while jay outlines what he wants to happen. he takes the camera off its stand again, coming around to the side of the bed to test angles. your lips part, but no sound comes out. sunghoon coaxes your hands away from your chest with surprising gentleness, his palms replacing yours as he starts to knead the generous mounds. you feel even more self conscious face up like this, moving to shield your eyes instead.

‘don’t do that.’ jay barks from the sidelines. he can be so sweet when you’re cooperating, but you’re learning he has little patience when you don’t. your arms fall limply at your sides. he reaches over, adjusting the pillow beneath your head as sunghoon releases your tits to mount you, bringing you face to face with his hard length as he grips one of your shoulders, stroking his length above you. it’s humiliating, even a little terrifying, your nose scrunching in distress. jay’s hand finds the top of your head, petting you in a way that you’re sure he imagines is comforting but is definitely not.

‘push your breasts together, tight as you can.’ he tells you, while sunghoon continues to touch himself over you. his tip looks angry and red, precum starting to leak the more he rubs himself. you close your eyes and do as you’re told. ‘beautiful, just like that.’ jay encourages, twisting the lens to supposedly zoom in on the wanton scene playing out in front of him.

your head fills with all sorts of thoughts, shame, trepidation, humiliation, but you stuff them down as sunghoon puts his hands over yours, parting your cleavage just enough to spit between the valley of your supple breasts. he slots his thick cock between them, using his saliva as lubricant as he shifts his hips, pushing his girth forward until his creamy tip brushes your chin. it’s so humiliating and you’re so overstimulated from everything they’ve done to you so far that the tears start coming before you can even think to stop them.

‘you’re doing so well, this is perfect.’ jay murmurs, catching a salty droplet with his thumb. he strokes the curve of your cheek almost tenderly before pulling back, moving towards the foot of the bed again. your empty pussy clenches around nothing, helplessly turned on by your own humiliation even if it distresses you in equal measure.

the broad head of sunghoon’s cock nudges into your chin with every thrust, forcing your head to tilt back as your spine arches beneath him. your thighs begin to shake, your body responding even without the kind of stimulation you were receiving earlier. your hips buck, seeking friction, but there’s nothing. your tears cloud your vision, whimpering uselessly as sunghoon’s thrusts turn erratic. he’s obviously getting close and with his tip throbbing in your face, you already know what’s coming.

jay’s touch feels like an electric shock, surprising you out of nowhere as his thumb finds your swollen clit. he rubs slow circles firmly over the sensitive nub, your legs quaking immediately. you let out a high-pitched whine, not bothering trying to fight it. you’re already so close, this last push helping you over the edge. you wail with pleasure, your arousal spilling down your inner thighs. your toes curl, ears ringing as jay mumbles praises of nothing to you through the haze.

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it starts long before he ever lays a hand on you. it starts in the quiet moments where you are just watching him, feeling this terrifying ache in your chest because you realize you would let him completely ruin your life if he asked.

loving heeseung isn’t exactly gentle. it is a sickness, a suffocating obsession that swallowed you whole months ago until there was nothing left of you that didn't belong to him. you track the line of his jaw, the slow rise and fall of his chest when he sleeps, the exact tone of his voice when he calls you baby. every single detail feels like a weight pressing down on your lungs.

you don't just love him. you crave him with a desperation that makes you sick to your stomach. you want to pull him under your skin, to fuse your bones with his so there is no physical space left between you. it is terrifying how much power he has over you without even trying.

and heeseung knows it.

he sees the way your eyes track his every move, the way your breath hitches when he steps into your personal space, the way you practically vibrate with the need to be touched by him. he doesn't pull away from it — he feeds on it. he loves how utterly undone you are for him, how easily he can bring you to the edge with just a heavy glance or a lingering touch. he holds your entire world in his hands and squeezes just tight enough to make you ache, knowing you will only cling to him harder for it.

it is toxic in the sweetest, most inescapable way possible. you are so consumed by the sheer magnitude of what you feel that even when things are peaceful — when his arms are wrapped around your waist and his face is buried in your neck — you are on the verge of breaking. the love is simply too big, too heavy for your body to hold.

and that emotional weight — that sickening devotion — is exactly what bleeds into the way he takes you.

sex between you two was never just physical. it is always a total undoing. a desperate collision where neither of you can ever get deep enough, close enough, or fast enough to satisfy the hunger.

heeseung has learned every single trigger in your body, but more than that, he knows your mind. he knows that the second his hands press into your waist and his weight settles over you, the dam breaks. you cry almost every single time — not from sadness or pain, but because your body literally cannot contain the sheer volume of what you feel when he is touching you. the moment he looks into your eyes, dark and entirely focused on you, the first tear always spills over.

and heeseung is completely addicted to it.

he doesn't pull back when you cry, he thrives on it. the sight of your face flushed, wet with tears, whimpering just because he is loving you, turns him into something ravenous. he treats your tears like proof of your complete surrender. he will pause mid-thrust just to catch a wet trail down your cheek with his tongue, tasting the salt on your skin, whispering sweet, possessive things against your lips.

"look at what i do to you." he would murmur, his voice low and dark, drinking in the sound of your hitched breaths. "you’re so beautiful when you weep for me, y/n."

it is passionate to the point of being suffocating. every kiss feels like he is trying to steal the air straight out of your lungs, every roll of his hips a quiet demand for you to sink deeper into him. he takes his time pulling the tears out of you, worshipping the mess you become until you are sobbing his name into his neck, completely unravelled by his touch.

and tonight is no different.

the air in the bedroom feels thick, almost oppressive, heavy with the unsaid weight of everything you are keeping inside. the only light comes from the faint orange glow filtering through the blinds, casting dark shadows across the mattress where heeseung sits.

he is leaning back against the headboard, just looking at you. he hasn't even touched you yet, but his dark gaze is anchored to your face, tracking the slight tremble in your hands as you sit across from him on the bed.

you feel that familiar tug in your chest — the sickeningly sweet urge to crawl over and beg for his hands on you. your throat feels tight, eyes already burning with unshed tears just from the sheer force of him looking at you like you are the only thing that exists in his world.

he tilts his head, a knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he notices the faint sheen of wetness in your eyes before a single touch has even been exchanged.

"come here, y/n." he whispers, his voice low and raspy in the quiet room, extending a long-fingered hand toward you. "aw baby… are you already crying for me?"

you don't even hesitate. you crawl across the mattress on your hands and knees, your legs trembling so badly you almost lose your balance. the moment you reach him, heeseung’s long fingers wind around your wrist, tugging you gently up into his lap. you sink into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, a quiet sob hitching in your throat before he has even slid a hand under your shirt.

"shhh, look at me." he murmurs, his hands warm against your waist as he tilts your chin up. his thumb strokes across your cheek, smearing the fresh tear line. "look at my girl. why are you crying, hmm? i haven't even touched you yet."

"heeseung..." you whimper, your brain completely misfiring. the way he looks at you — so heavy, so focused — makes every coherent thought melt right out of your head. you can't even remember what you wanted to say. all you know is his hands, his scent, his eyes.

"use your words, baby." he coaxes softly, his voice dripping with affection. he presses a melting kiss to the corner of your eye, tasting the salt on your lashes. "tell me what you want."

"i- i don't... i just need you." you stammer out, your voice small and ruined. your hands clutch uselessly at his shoulders, fingers knotting into the fabric of his shirt. "heeseung, please..."

he chuckles, a low rumble against your chest that makes you shiver. "you don't even know what you want? your brain is already turning to mush just looking at me, mmh?"

you nod frantically, resting your forehead against his jaw. "yes... yes, please, heeseung..."

"such a helpless mess for me." he whispers, kissing your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth. "i love when you get like this. so soft. so completely out of it."

he moves slowly, excruciatingly so. his hands trace the curve of your sides, pulling you closer until there isn't a single millimeter of air between your bodies. he captures your lips in a kiss that feels too deep — slow and lazy, stealing what little breath you have left.

every stroke of his tongue against yours makes your mind blur even further. you are practically melting in his lap, reduced to nothing but whines and pathetic little noises.

"heeseung, i love you... i love you so much." you sob against his lips, another wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.

"i know, baby." he mutters, pulling back just enough to look at your wrecked face. his eyes burn with a satisfied light as he traces your trembling lower lip with his thumb. "i know you do. you're so full of it, it's making you stupid, isn't it? you can't even think about anything else."

"no..." you whimper, shaking your head, your hands weakly squeezing his arms. "can't think..."

"good." he hums, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your face. "don't think. just feel me, y/n. just let me fill up your head until there's nothing else left."

he gently shifts you, guiding you back onto the mattress. he settles his weight over you, slow and deliberate, resting his body against yours with a grounding pressure. his hands bracket your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he gazes down at you with that suffocating intensity.

"look at me." he commands softly. you force your tear-blurred eyes open to meet his. "you're mine, right?" he asks, his thumb softly tracing your jawline down to your throat. "tell me who you belong to."

"you." you gasp out, a fresh sob bubbling up from your chest because of how much it hurts to love him this much. "you, heeseung... only you..."

"that's it." he whispers, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your trembling lips. "that's my sweet girl. so empty, so pretty crying for me..."

he doesn't hurry to take off his clothes. instead, his long fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, sliding slowly up your inner thigh. the touch makes you shudder so hard your hips lift off the bed automatically, a soft gasp hitching in your throat.

"shhh, stay still for me." he murmurs, his thumb catching a slow tear that spills over your lash line. he brings his thumb to his lips, licking the wet salt off his skin right in front of you.

"heeseung..." you whimper, shaking your head against the pillow. your brain feels like thick syrup, completely bogged down by the heat in his eyes.

"tell me what's happening in that pretty little head." he coaxes, his hand finally reaching the soaked cotton of your underwear. he doesn't pull them down yet, he just presses his palm flat against your core, rubbing in slow circles over your wet fabric. "can you even hold a thought right now, baby?"

"no..." you sob, a high noise escaping your lips as the pressure makes your thighs twitch. "can't..."

"such a stupid girl for me." he praises condescendingly, a fond smirk pulling at his lips. "you get so dumb the second i touch you."

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed under his hungry gaze. you try to bring your knees together out of reflex, but his broad hand immediately catches the inside of your thigh, pressing it firmly back down against the mattress.

"don't hide from me." he instructs softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "i want to see how wet you get just crying for me."

his fingers slide down into your warmth, slicking two fingers in your wetness before sliding them agonizingly slow inside you. you arch off the bed instantly, a loud sob tearing from your throat as your hands frantically claw at his arms.

"oh, wow..." he hums, watching your face twist in overwhelmed pleasure. he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that sensitive spot until your vision goes completely blurry with tears. "you’re soaking wet just from loving me so much."

he leans down, taking his time to tongue away the heavy tears running down your jawline and neck while his hand keeps a relentless rhythm inside you. every curl of his fingers pulls another pathetic whine out of you, your body trembling so hard your muscles feel like liquid.

"heeseung- please, it's too much-" you cry out, hands weakly pulling at his shoulders.

"too much?" he hums against your wet cheek, sounding thoroughly amused. "we haven't even started, baby. you can't handle anything, can you?"

he slides his fingers out, leaving you cold and aching for a split second, before he shifts down between your thighs. you gasp, trying to lift your head, but he places a broad hand on your stomach, holding you firmly in place as he leans down and buries his face between your legs.

the first sweep of his warm tongue against your clit makes you scream softly, your legs locking up as shockwaves rush straight up your spine. he licks you slowly, lapping up your slick like you are something sweet he has been dying to taste all day.

"heeseung! no, heeseung- oh god-" you sob, thrashing weakly under his weight, but his hand on your stomach keeps you completely pinned.

he pulls back just for a second, his mouth slick and shining in the dim light. "shhh... quiet down, baby. let me taste how much you love me. open up for me."

he goes back in, his tongue working over your clit in long strokes while he slides two fingers back inside you, pumping them in a rhythm that drives you straight off the deep end. it is too much sensation — the heat of his mouth, the stretch of his fingers, the overwhelming weight of loving him so fiercely that it feels like your heart is bursting. tears pour endlessly down your face, soaking into the pillow under your head.

your brain completely shuts down. there are no words left, no thoughts, just the blinding white heat of overstimulation threatening to snap your nervous system in half. every stroke of his tongue pulls another sob, another desperate plea from your lips that you don't even realize you are making.

"that's it." he mumbles against your folds, his voice muffled and deep. "get all ruined for me."

he works you until you are whimpering softly, your hips helplessly bucking against his mouth, entirely overwhelmed and clinging to the edge of an unbearable peak. just as your body starts to coil tight enough to break, he slowly pulls his fingers out and drags his tongue up your center one last time before sliding back up your body.

he hovers over you, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark and entirely satisfied as he looks down at your wrecked face. you are practically hyperventilating, your chest heaving, tears streaming down into your ears.

"look at my pretty girl." he whispers, petting your damp hair back from your forehead. "fuck baby… i’m getting so hard from watching you cry."

"heeseung..." you sob weakly, reaching up with trembling hands to touch his face, your mind completely turned to mush. "please... please fill me up... i need you..."

"i know you do." he hums, kissing your crying lips, letting you taste yourself on his mouth. "i'm going to take such good care of my sweet girl."

he shifts between your knees, and for all his mocking composure earlier, his hands are shaking against your thighs. he is just as ruined by this as you are — completely undone by the sight of your wrecked face, the wet sheen on your skin, and the bottomless depth of how much you worship him. his chest heaves against yours, his dark eyes wide and unhinged, burning with a desperation that matches the fever in your own blood.

"y/n..." he breathes out, a desperate rasp that vibrates straight into your chest. "look at what you’re doing to me."

he lines his tip up against your swollen entrance. he doesn't just push in, he sinks into you with excruciating slowness, his throat catching on a ragged groan as your body stretches around him. you arch your back, a strangled sob tearing through your lips because your nervous system is already so completely fried, so overstimulated from his tongue and fingers, that the sudden fullness of him feels almost unbearable.

"heeseung-" you choke out, fresh tears spilling out in hot streams. "heeseung, please, it hurts- i love you so much-"

"i love you too, baby." he stammers against your lips, kissing you with a frantic sweet intensity, drinking down your sobs like a dying man. his long fingers tangle into your hair, holding your head still as he slow rolls his hips, pushing all the way inside until there isn't a single breath of space left between you. "it hurts me too. it fucking kills me how much i love you."

he pauses deep inside you, buried to the hilt, just trembling against your body. his face drops into the crook of your neck, his mouth hot and wet against your skin as he keeps licking up every stray tear that trickles down your jawline. he is addicted to the salt, addicted to the sound of your whimpers, completely intoxicated by how easily he can turn your brain into complete white noise.

"you're so soft." he murmurs, his tone shifting into that condescending purr even while his own voice shakes with need. "such a stupid girl for me... look at how your mind just completely shuts off the second i put myself inside you. can you give me one single thought?"

"no... can't..." you whimper, clutching at the broad line of his back, your fingers digging into his warm skin like you are trying to anchor yourself in a storm. "just... just you..."

"mmh." he whispers, a dark smile pressing against your skin as he begins a slow, deep rhythm. every push is languid, thick, and heavy, making your hips twitch helplessly beneath him. "nothing in that pretty little head except me."

he pulls almost all the way out, letting you feel the cold void of his absence for a fleeting second, before sinking back in.

"heeseung, please- i'm dying, please-"

"you're not dying, sweet girl." he hums, his tone dripping with patronizing affection as his thumb reaches up to gently trace your wet lower lip. "you're just drowning in how much you love me."

he leans up, pinning your wrists to the mattress beside your head, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. his face is flushed, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a terrifyingly sharp devotion. he is breathing so heavily his chest slams against yours with every thrust, matching your frantic heartbeat.

"i need you to look at me while you cry." he commands, his voice dropping an octave, raspy and dark. "let me watch you fall apart. let me see how stupid i make you."

you force your tear-stained eyes open, your vision blurred and swimming with salt, but all you can see is him. heeseung. the center of your universe, the sickness swallowing you whole. a fresh sob bubbles up, racking your whole frame as he rolls his hips deep into that sensitive spot inside you.

"that's my girl." he groans, his own composure snapping just a little more as he sees the raw devotion in your eyes. "cry harder for me, y/n. show me how completely i've ruined you."

but even through the hazy fog of your overstimulated brain, you can feel the rigid tension vibrating through his entire frame. you can feel the way his thighs are locked, the way the muscles in his arms are straining against the mattress to keep from crushing you. he is holding back. even with his eyes looking so unhinged, so violently consumed by you, he is gripping your wrists to anchor himself, forcing his hips to maintain that torturously measured rhythm because he thinks you will break.

you look up at him through the heavy blur of tears, your chest heaving so violently it hurts. you don't want his restraint. you don't want him to be careful with you when your whole soul is screaming to be completely consumed by him.

"heeseung..." you choke out, your voice cracking on a pathetic sob. you twist your wrists in his grip, wanting him to feel how desperately you are chasing his touch. "don't... don't hold back. please. you can be rough... ruin me, heeseung. please."

he freezes for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching so sharply it sounds like a gasp. his dark eyes lock onto yours, wide and completely feral, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle feathers under his skin.

"rough?" he rasps out, his voice dropping into something terrifyingly dark, completely stripped of that gentle warmth. "baby, you're already crying like a fucking baby just from me moving slow."

"i don't care." you sob, your hips lifting off the bed in an uncoordinated tilt, begging for the fullness of him. "please... go harder... i want it. love me harder."

that is the final thread of his control snapping.

heeseung lets go of your wrists, his broad hands immediately flying down to your waist, his fingers digging so deep into your skin that it hurts. he drags his hips all the way back, pulling nearly completely out of your soaking warmth, before slamming back into you with punishing force.

a loud scream tears from your throat, completely muffled as heeseung drops his mouth onto yours, devouring the sound in a messy kiss. the pace snaps instantly. the agonizingly slow rolls are gone, replaced by a frantic rhythm that rattles right through your bones.

he drives into you hard and fast, his chest slamming against yours with a bruising weight. every single thrust forces a breathless sob from your chest, tears flooding out of your eyes so quickly they soak your entire face.

"fuck, y/n... look at you." he growls against your skin, his voice rough and breathless as he pulls back. his hair is completely messy, falling into his eyes, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your flushed chest. his composure is totally gone, replaced by a feral desperation. "you wanted this? you wanted me to fucking ruin you? look at how you're choking on it."

he hits you deep, hitting that breathless spot again and again until you are hyperventilating beneath him. his words get meaner, rougher, but the sheer passion in his voice is suffocating.

"you're so fucking tight. it’s ridiculous how good you feel." he pants, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, pinning them wide against his hips as he rams into you without an ounce of mercy. "stretching you out so fucking deep... i'm going to make you lose your mind, y/n. you're mine. you don't belong to anyone else."

"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please-" you wail, your head shaking frantically against the pillow, your vision completely drowning in salt.

"i fucking love you." he snaps out, the words torn straight from his chest as he buries himself into you, making your whole body shudder. "i love you so much it makes me crazy, y/n. it fucking ruins me. tell me you love me too. sob it out for me, baby. let me hear how much you need me."

"i love you- i love you so much, heeseung, oh my god-" you scream out, your hands clawing blindly at his wet shoulders, completely overstimulated. the friction is blinding, your nervous system completely shorting out under the sheer speed and force of him. you can't think, you can't breathe, you are nothing but a shaking extension of his brutal rhythm.

"such a good little mess for me." he groans, a dark praise slipping from his lips as his rhythm gets even faster, meaner, pushing you straight over the edge. "cry harder for me, y/n. let me fuck you until you can't even remember your own name."

the words are barely out of his mouth before the final shift happens.

heeseung hitches your legs up high, pinning your knees almost to your chest to expose you completely, destroying any remaining distance between your bodies. the angle lets him drive in even deeper, bottoming out against you with an unrelenting speed that makes the bed creak violently against the wall. you are completely helpless under him, your hips forced to take every single bruising thrust.

"heeseung- i'm- i'm going to-" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets as the white-hot tension inside you coils tight enough to snap.

"come for me, baby." he growls, his voice an unhinged command right against your ear. his breath is scorching hot, his chest soaking wet with sweat as it slams relentlessly into yours. "break for me. let me feel how much you fucking love me."

with one more brutal strike, your body completely gives out. the orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, violent and blinding. your internal muscles clamp down around his cock in tight waves, and a high-pitched sob tears from your throat. you weep hysterically, the sheer physical and emotional overload fracturing what little sanity you had left. your vision goes totally black, tears pouring down your temples and soaking into the mattress as you shake uncontrollably.

but heeseung doesn't stop.

he groans out loud, his eyes widening in feral pleasure as your body squeezes him. instead of slowing down to let you breathe, he locks his jaw and drives right through your climax, his rhythm getting even meaner.

"heeseung, please! stop- i came! it's too much-" you wail, thrashing your head from side to side, your voice entirely ruined. your nerve endings are raw, and every single hard thrust against your hyper-sensitive core feels like an electric shock straight to your brain. it's pure overstimulation, a sensation so intense it makes your stomach flip.

"i can't, y/n, fuck... i can't stop." he pants, his voice desperate, entirely swallowed by his own unhinged obsession. he grips your waist so tight his knuckles turn white, forcing himself deep inside your spasming warmth over and over again. "you feel too fucking good. i know you can give me one more, baby."

he leans down, pressing his face into the wet mess of your neck, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs. heeseung is completely unraveled, his own release chasing him down, driven insane by the way you are weeping beneath him.

"i love you." he chokes out, the words sounding almost like a confession of pain, raw with a devotion that borders on terrifying. "i love you so much, y/n. look at what you do to me. i'm going to fill you up so deep you'll never forget how much you belong to me."

"please- heeseung-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the pleasure, your brain turned useless as he continues to wreck your overstimulated body. you can't form a thought, you can't even process the physical sensation anymore — all you know is the suffocating weight of his body, the brutal rhythm of his hips, and the absolute certainty that you would let him ruin you like this forever.

every trace of his usual control is officially gone, melted away by the sound of your hysterical sobbing and the tight pulsing of your walls around him. he lets out a loud moan against your neck, a sound so raw and uninhibited it makes your stomach drop. he is not just taking you anymore, he is drowning in you, driving himself into your sensitive core with a blind desperation. he hitches your thighs up high, draping your trembling legs over his broad shoulders so your hips are tilted back at an agonizing angle, exposing the slick heat of your core completely to his dark gaze.

he plunges back in, a devastating stroke that bottoms out so deep you can feel the blunt stretch of him in your gut. the sound of wet skin clapping against skin is loud and frantic, keeping perfect time with the violent rattle of the headboard against the wall.

"fuck... ah, y/n..." he moans out, the sound deep and completely uninhibited, escaping his throat in rough gasps as he drives into you again. his thighs are shuddering against yours, his entire body throwing its weight into a punishing pace. "you're so fucking tight... god, it's so hot inside you."

"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please!" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets. the relentless friction of his pelvis grinding hard against your swollen clit with every deep plunge sends blinding white sparks behind your eyelids. you try to arch away, just to catch your breath, but heeseung’s broad hands clamp down onto your waist like iron vices, pinning you to the mattress.

"don't move away from me." he growls, his voice a raw command right against your ear. "take all of it. you asked for this, didn't you? tell me you wanted me to fuck you this hard."

"yes- yes, please, heeseung, i love you- oh god, i love you so much." you sob hysterically. the sheer physical and emotional overload is too much, your tears completely soaking your face, tracking down your neck and pooling onto the sheets.

"i fucking know, baby." he stammers against your skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly deep passion. he leans up, his face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes totally blown out with lust as he looks down at your wrecked face. "it drives me crazy how much you love me. it makes me want to completely tear you apart."

he drives inside you even faster, hitting that breathless spot until your internal walls clamp down around him, forcing a second orgasm to rip through your core. a broken wail tears from your throat, your whole body shaking uncontrollably.

but heeseung just lets out a loud groan, his jaw clenching so hard the veins in his neck bulge. your climax only makes him wilder once more, he refuses to slow down, driving right through your release with short thrusts that completely short-circuit your brain.

"heeseung, stop- i'm coming again! it's too much-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the sheer overstimulation.

"but you feel too fucking good." he groans out loudly, a dark chuckle hitching in his chest despite how completely unraveled he is. he grinds his pelvis hard against yours, rubbing relentlessly against every raw nerve until you are wailing. "squeeze me, baby. keep squeezing me just like that while you cry for me."

he leans down again, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs, tasting your salt and sweat.

"so helpless... crying so hard because you can't handle how much i love you. tell me who you belong to, y/n. tell me whose name is stuck in your head."

"yours... always yours... heeseung, please, i'm yours-"

"god, yes... ah... god, y/n... yes..." he roars out loudly, his voice completely breaking as his entire body goes rigid.

he cocks his hips forward one last time, burying his length to the absolute hilt with a bruising force that leaves you entirely breathless. a long groan escapes his lips as he releases inside you, his thighs twitching violently as he spills his hot cum deep into your pulsing core, holding you pinned beneath him until you are both nothing but a tangled mess.

he stays collapsed on top of you for a long time, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps against yours. the room is entirely silent except for the sound of your quiet whimpers and the wet friction of his skin against yours as he slowly slips out, leaving you instantly cold and completely empty.

your body is still twitching from the aftershocks, your nerve endings so fried that even the cool air of the bedroom feels like too much on your highly sensitized skin. tears are still leaking steadily from your swollen eyes, catching in the messy strands of hair stuck to your flushed cheeks.

heeseung shifts, rolling onto his side and pulling your trembling body right against his chest. his long fingers are surprisingly gentle now as they sweep the damp hair away from your forehead. he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him with your blurred vision.

"look at my baby." he whispers, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he uses his thumb to smear a fresh tear across your cheek. his voice has returned to that low purr, full of absolute satisfaction. "still weeping for me. you can't even move."

you just nod weakly against his chest, clutching at his shoulder with fingers that have no strength left. you are completely exhausted, hollowed out by the sheer magnitude of how much you worship him.

"my messy girl." he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your wet eyelid, tasting the last of your salt. he wraps his arms around you even tighter, burying his face in your hair and anchoring you to him so completely that you can barely breathe. "sleep now, y/n. i’ve got you. you don't need to think about anything else ever again."

following her around the mall like two lost pups, both hands occupied by endless shopping bags as she bounces from one store to another, the sound of her newly bought kitten heels echoing through heeseung and jake’s ears whilst their eyes are glued to the back of her pink little miniskirt swishing around, barely covering a thing. geez, such perverts! (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

and then comes their favorite part of the day. their hearts practically leap out of their chests when your eyes catch a glimpse of their your favorite lingerie store, dragging them inside cluelessly to ask for their opinions as you naturally did with all the other stores, questioning them on which color looks good on you the best. their hungry gaze trailing your every move almost going unnoticed by you.

and who are they to say no when you ask them to join you in the dressing room to help? you might be an airhead, but you’re not that stupid to not notice them ogling you the entire day. plus, you think they deserve a little treat for putting up with you and your shopping addiction. so when they tower over you from the front and the back, trapping you between themselves, all you can do is let out a pleased hum as jake kisses you rough on the lips, not wasting a second while his slender fingers play with your hardened nipples through the lace bra he had picked out minutes before.

“look at her jake, such a pretty mess for us already..” heeseung mumbles before pressing a soft kiss against your neck. his hands slid down your bare waist, knee in between your thighs and pressing against your soaked core, making you mewl against jake’s lips.

you then decide that shopping with these two will be your favorite part of the week from now on.

what starts as a quick trip to the gyne turns into something so much more. you don’t even know how you got here, but after months since becoming a regular patient, coming in every other week for a check up with your doctor jay, you’ve become well acquainted with him. so much so that you trust him and his intern fully…

“see this? her walls flutter when you look at her too long. it’s like she can sense our eyes on her.”

“god she’s so wet, you’re right jay.” his friend sunghoon intercepts. he has to restrain himself from sticking a finger or two in you, needing to feel the gumminess of your insides himself…

you on the other hand can barely say a word since jay’s dentist friend, who happened to have come to meet up and go hang out with him, sat on the chair by your head with the pads his fingers pressing onto each and every single one of your 32 teeth. it’s jake, a perfect smile forming on his face as he tells the boys, “can’t feel a single cavity… such perfect teeth she’s got. it’s a shame really, otherwise i’d get to see you at my office too. now suck, sweet tooth.” at his command, your lips unwillingly wrap around his index and middle fingers, tongue tasting the rubbery plastic of his glove.

“we came to watch her pussy jake, not her mouth,” sunoo says from the side, hands wrapped tightly in front of his chest as he watches how your drool slicks onto his glove, fingers thrusting in and out at a pace that got you quickly comfortable with them in your mouth.

“hey! her mouth’s a hole too! never fucked a mouth before huh ‘noo? gotta make sure she can take it all,” he replies as he pushes his fingers deeper into your throat, making you choke. “‘s ok cupcake, you’re doing so well.”

on the other end, with jay and sunghoon, heeseung kneels until his face is level with your pussy, clamps spreading it apart as he gulps at the sight. “pay attention riki, and hold the camera still alright?”

riki is heeseung’s intern, but everyone knows that he got that job through connections. otherwise why would a guy so lousy at his job get this chance with the top surgeon lee heeseung of all residents?

“yes sir,” he’s timid. his hand holds onto the camera that points right at your gaping hole, the senior’s lips kissing your ass. you moan from behind the curtain, the blue separating your lower body from your upper body—it’s routine that you got accustomed to, but what you thought would be a pap smear turned out to instead be an invitation to have the rest of the boys do as they please with you, some known yet most unknown.

out of the bunch, you were only familiar with jay, and his intern, jungwon. the same jungwon you thought was a sweet angel, simply following the doctor’s orders and helping him whenever you come for a check up, turned out to be obscenely obsessed with your tits… his mouth licked at your nipples as his hand squeezed the other, feeling the nubs hardening under his touch, or maybe because of how cold it is in the room. he’s always had to keep it in whenever you came in and he could tell you didn’t wear a bra because your nipples we’re soooo hard under your shirts and dresses… the same jungwon who strapped you down to the table, locking your feet and hands in place so you don’t move away, because this has been jay’s plan all along:

to have all of his friends over to do what he’s been aching to do with you since you first entered his room with a smile so innocent, contrasting your pussy he couldn’t resist touching every time, always writing you up for a new examination very soon.

Jake has you face down ass up as he pounds into your squelching cunt like some animal in heat. You cry out as he hits your g-spot perfectly every time. He’s been fucking you for only a few minutes, but your pussy is already gushing. The filthy sound fills the car, and it turns you on more.

Your stepbrother groans when he sees a white ring at the base of his cock. It makes him throb inside you. “Ready to take my load again?”

His voice almost sounds sweet, but the way his fat cock is pounding into your tight cunt reminds you that it’s all a lie. Not that you mind. You love it when he cums inside you and fucks it deeper into you.

“Yes, fuck!”

Jake grabs your hair and yanks you up, deepening your arch and forcing you to take his big cock deeper into your little hole.

“That’s right. Shit. You love being a slut for me, huh? So fucking nasty,” he sounds fucked out as he grunts out his filthy words.

“Make me cum,” you whine. “Fuck, Jakey. Please.”

Your stepbrother smirks, wanting nothing more than to see you cream all over his cock again. So he drills his cock deeper into your little hole until you’re squirting all over his cock and the backseat.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Love it when you squirt on me, baby.”

The house always felt entirely too vast and too cold whenever he was there. Your father was a man built of sharp silences and heavy, demanding footsteps—the kind of patriarch who exacted absolute obedience but never offered a shred of affection. To him, your existence was nothing more than an annoying accessory, an unwanted interruption to his business dealings and his revolving door of transient women.

Jay, on the other hand, was the only person who had ever truly seen you.

You had met two years ago when Jay joined your father’s firm as the senior partner. At first, you were merely the quiet daughter, fading into the shadows and corners of the estate. But while your father ignored you or unleashed furious screams over the slightest inconvenience, Jay began to bring you small tokens—a book you had only mentioned in passing, the specific chocolates you favored—or he would simply sit and listen to you talk for hours. He took you out to dinner when your father completely forgot your birthday, and he bought you the beautiful clothes your father dismissed as "ridiculous."

Slowly but surely, Jay became your sole refuge. He was the only adult who treated you with a sweet, aching respect and a chivalry that made your heart skip. How could you not fall completely in love with him?

But today, the hostility in your home had crossed a destructive, irreversible line.

The argument had erupted over something entirely trivial: accidentally moving a few documents in his private study. Your father’s venomous shouts echoed off the walls, heavy with contempt. When you tried to defend yourself, his hand struck your right cheekbone with blinding force. The blow sent you crashing to the hardwood floor, and before you could even attempt to rise, his boot drove viciously into your side, right over your ribs.

The sheer physical agony stole the breath straight from your lungs.

"You’re completely useless," he spat. He snatched his car keys, stormed out of the house, and slammed the heavy front door so violently that the windows rattled in their frames.

You remained curled on the hallway floor, hugging your knees to your chest as the pain in your torso burned with every shallow breath. You were utterly, completely alone. With trembling fingers, you unlocked your phone, your thumb hovering straight over the only contact that promised safety.

You dialed. On the very first ring, his deep, calm voice filled the line.

"Hello? Is everything okay?"

The simple, steady sound of his voice tore a jagged sob straight from your throat.

"Jay... can you come? Please," you begged, your voice fracturing entirely.

A tense, heavy silence followed. Immediately through the receiver, you heard the sharp rattle of his keys and the rustle of his heavy coat being ripped off the rack.

"What happened?" His tone was no longer calm; it was a sharp, military command laced with raw worry. "Is it your father? Tell me what he did to you."

"We fought..." you whispered, tears blinding you. "He left. I feel so alone, Jay."

"I am not leaving you there by yourself," he declared without a single shred of hesitation. "Listen to me, my girl. Pack a bag with some clothes and spend the night at my place. I’m on my way to get you right now. Don’t be long."

The line went dead. Those two words—my girl—settled like a soothing balm over your aching chest.

You forced yourself up with immense difficulty. Limping to the bathroom, you looked into the mirror to find your right cheekbone already swelling into an angry, dark red welt. You couldn't bear the thought of Jay looking at you with pity. With quick, practiced fingers, you patted on layers of concealer and foundation, desperately trying to mask the trauma. You changed clothes in a rush, selecting an outfit that made you feel secure, one you knew he adored: your white ruffled skirt, a soft pink button-up shirt, and your thigh-high white socks detailed with small pink bows. You wanted to look beautiful for him, despite everything.

The moment you heard the heavy purr of his car engine outside, you rushed downstairs, completely ignoring the throbbing agony in your ribs just to get to his arms.

Opening the passenger door, the rich scent of clean leather and his familiar, expensive cologne welcomed you like a heavy embrace. You climbed inside and immediately leaned across the console, desperately seeking his chest. Jay didn't hesitate for a second. He wrapped his large arms around you tightly, pulling you into his bulk with an incredibly protective, deliberate slowness. One of his massive hands caressed your back, anchoring you as you poured your hot tears directly into the fabric of his coat.

"I’ve got you, darling. You’re safe now," he murmured, his deep baritone vibrating heavily against his chest cavity.

After a few long moments, you pulled away reluctantly. Jay turned to face you under the dim, amber glow of the dashboard light. His dark eyes scanned your features, stopping dead on your right cheek. His brow furrowed. Without a word, he brushed the heavy pad of his thumb across your cheekbone. The friction easily wiped away the rushed cosmetic barrier, exposing the stark red welt beneath. Your involuntary wince of pain confirmed his worst fears.

Jay’s jaw clenched so hard you could hear the audible snap of his teeth.

"He hit you, didn’t he?" His voice dropped to a cold, lethal whisper. "He struck your face, my girl. Why did you try to hide this from me?"

"I didn’t want you to get angry, Jay. Or to think that I’m just a problem," you muttered, instinctively lowering your gaze.

Jay let out a heavy, ragged breath through his nose, forcing his mounting rage under strict control. He caught your chin between two fingers, firmly tilting your face up to force your eyes to meet his.

"Look at me. You will never, ever be a problem to me. Don’t you dare forget that," he said with a fierce gravity that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "It’s that coward who makes me angry. Let’s go home. You need to rest."

The drive to his estate was a sanctuary of peaceful silence. When you arrived at his imposing property, he guided you upstairs with a gentle hand on your lower back, opening the door to an immaculate, hyper-luxurious guest bedroom.

"If you need absolutely anything, I’ll be just down the hall in my office. Try to get some sleep, okay?" he told you, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your uninjured temple.

But sleep was an impossibility. Every time you closed your eyes, you relived the violent echo of your father’s screams. In the dead of night, your throat feeling entirely parched, you decided to slip downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

You padded down the grand staircase barefoot, your thigh-high socks making absolutely no sound against the polished steps. The oppressive quiet of the house was broken only by the rhythmic, impatient tapping of a pen against a mahogany desk and Jay’s tired, heavy sigh. A sliver of warm light spilled from his private office. You walked timidly toward the threshold and gently pushed the door open.

"Jay?" you whispered into the dark room.

He looked up instantly. The moment his eyes fell upon you standing there in the shadows—wearing nothing but the ruffled skirt and the thigh-high socks—the exhaustion vanished from his face, replaced by something dark and intensely focused.

"What’s wrong, beautiful? Can’t sleep?" he asked, setting his pen aside.

"No..." you admitted, your voice sounding small and fragile in the vast room.

Instead of approaching him, you sat down shyly in a heavy leather armchair near his desk, curling your legs up and tightly hugging your knees. Jay turned his executive chair completely toward you, his dark eyes tracking your every micro-movement.

"I just feel so alone," you whispered, looking at the floor. "Sometimes I feel like I have no one at all. If my own father can’t even find a way to love me... how could anyone else?"

The raw, bleeding ache in your voice made Jay’s rigid self-control snap entirely. He extended his large, commanding hands toward you.

"Come here."

You stood up without a moment’s hesitation, walking across the room and climbing directly onto his lap. The weight of your petite frame was nothing compared to the solid, muscular mass of his broad thighs, which were covered in the stiff, expensive fabric of his suit trousers. Jay immediately wrapped a heavy arm around your waist, sealing your lower back against his body.

"Don’t you ever say that again," he scolded with an intoxicating gentleness, his warm breath brushing over your cheek. "You are the sweetest, most precious girl I have ever known. Any man would utterly ruin himself just to have you by his side, to protect you and adore you. Myself included."

Your lips parted slightly. With your heart hammering frantically against your ribs, you slid your hands up the front of his crisp white shirt, moving slowly until your fingers reached his collar. Your fingertips brushed the burning, smooth skin of his throat, contrasting sharply with the hard, masculine line of his jaw.

"Do you love me, Jay?" you asked, exposing your pure, unadulterated vulnerability.

Jay offered a sweet, devastating smile—the rare, soft kind he only ever saved exclusively for you—and caressed your hip right over the fabric of your skirt.

"Of course I love you, my girl. Far more than you should ever let me."

"I love you too," you murmured.

You leaned in and kissed him. It began as a soft, tentative brush of lips that quickly deepened with absolute, desperate need. Jay didn’t pull away; instead, his large hands gripped your hips, digging into your clothes as he tasted your lips with a deliberate, heavy patience that made your knees go weak. When you finally pulled back just a fraction of an inch to breathe, Jay let out a heavy, shuddering sigh. He ran a hand through his dark hair, visibly trying to claw back his role as the responsible adult in the room.

"Maybe... you should go back upstairs to sleep," he said, though his voice had dropped an entire octave, notably rougher and thicker with arousal. "It’s late."

"I don’t want to sleep, Jay. I want you so badly," you said firmly, staring directly into his blown-out eyes. You stood up, stepping squarely between his spread legs. "I want to show you how grateful I am that you’ve always been here for me."

Before he could utter a single word of protest, you dropped to your knees onto the plush carpet, positioning yourself directly between his thighs. Jay stiffened instantly, his large hands gripping the leather armrests of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. His broad chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged heaves.

You leaned forward, gently resting your uninjured cheek against the black fabric of his trousers. Right beneath your face, the material was already stretching incredibly tight over the rigid, burning length forming underneath. You pressed a pair of soft, lingering kisses right over the fabric, hearing his breath hitch violently in the quiet office.

"Princess..." he warned, a dark growl in his throat, but his fingers only tightened harder against the leather of the chair. He made absolutely no move to push you away.

You reached for the metal zipper. The sharp, mechanical slide of it cutting through the silence echoed clearly in the room. You slid your fingers inside the opening, parting his underwear to free his member, which was impressively large, rock-hard, and throbbing with heat. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss directly to the tip, tasting the slick bead gleaming there, before dragging the tip of your tongue slowly and wetly all the way down his heavy length.

A low, guttural groan tore from deep within Jay’s throat. His restraint completely shattered.

"Oh, God..." he growled, tangling his large fingers deep into your hair. He didn’t pull you away; instead, his heavy hands firmly guided your head in a slow, commanding rhythm as you opened your mouth to take him in, sliding him smoothly past your wet, parted lips.

"That’s it, my girl..." Jay whispered, his voice completely broken with arousal as he looked down at you with dark, dilated eyes. "Such a good girl... Suck it for me. Feel how hard you make me just by looking at me."

Jay let out a shaky, uneven breath, lowering his hands to gently cradle your face. His thumbs caressed your cheeks with extreme delicacy, careful not to put an ounce of pressure on your swollen cheekbone. With a slow but firm roll of his hips, he began to push forward, seeking the back of your throat. His thick girth stretched the corners of your lips, filling your oral cavity entirely. Your tongue worked intuitively around him, sucking gently as he filled you.

From your position below, your eyes welled with involuntary tears from the sheer depth of his thrusts, forcing small, muffled whimpers from your throat. Jay answered with deep, raspy grunts, entirely giving in to the pace, carefully controlling the pressure on your neck so he wouldn't hurt you.

"That’s it... take all of it," Jay groaned, his entire muscular frame locking up as his climax hit him. He held himself deep inside your mouth for a split second before pulsing heavily against your throat, unraveling in a hot, thick torrent that flooded you. Without hesitation, you swallowed it all down, gulping hard while holding his intense gaze.

Jay let out a long, ragged sigh of pure relief, his chest heaving violently beneath his unbuttoned shirt. Carefully, he pulled out of your mouth and leaned down toward you. He slid his index finger over your chin, gently pressing your bottom lip downward to open your mouth. Seeing your tongue completely clean, a smile of immense pride and dark adoration tugged at his lips.

"Such a good girl..." he praised, his voice incredibly husky and ruined. "I love how obedient you are for me."

He took your hands and gently pulled you up to your feet. With swift, practiced movements, Jay unbuttoned your pink shirt and slid it smoothly off your shoulders. As you stood there in your pink lace bra, his eyes immediately dropped to your chest, but they stopped dead when he noticed your side. Your father’s boot had left a dark, painful purple bruise right over your ribs—a harsh, violent reminder that contrasted sharply with the warmth of the office.

Jay’s jaw clenched again, his brows knitting together in pure, protective frustration. He placed his large, warm palms on your waist with extreme care, wrapping around you defensively to avoid touching the injured spot. His fingers found the waistband of your ruffled skirt and, with a gentle tug, slid it down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your pink lace panties and your white thigh-high socks.

A dark, predatory spark of desire flared in his eyes as he took you in.

"Tell me something, beautiful..." he murmured, leaning down so his voice vibrated right against your ear. "Did you dress up this pretty just for me tonight?"

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rush intensely to your cheeks, and nodded.

"I wanted to look beautiful for you."

"You are. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," he vowed, his tone entirely serious.

Jay straightened up and stripped off his dark silk tie. Grabbing you gently by the shoulders, he turned you around, guiding you so the front of your body pressed against the surface of his desk. With firm, unyielding movements, he pulled your wrists behind your back and bound them together with his silk tie, securing the knot tight enough to keep you held, but careful not to chafe your skin. He turned you back around with care, lifting you off the ground effortlessly—your frames contrasting heavily in size—to sit you on the edge of the desk. Your back leaned against the cool glass top, scattering the paperwork beneath you.

He caressed the sensitive skin of your thighs, right above the pink bows of your socks, separating your legs to step between them. He leaned over you, pinning you down with his massive build, and trapped you in a deep, commanding kiss that made you entirely forget the physical ache in your face and ribs, sinking utterly into the absolute security of his weight.

Jay pulled away from the kiss slowly, a thin string of saliva briefly connecting your lips. His dark eyes burned with a hungry, focused intensity. Without breaking eye contact, he slid his hand down, slipping past the edge of your pink lace panties. With a single finger, he parted the wet fabric to the side, exposing your slick intimacy to his gaze.

"Look at you..." Jay whispered, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "You’re absolutely soaking for me, my girl."

A shiver raced down your spine as his fingers brushed against your wet clit. You gave a small gasp, twitching on the edge of the desk, but the silk constraints around your wrists reminded you that you were completely at his mercy.

Jay brought his free hand to his member, giving his hard, veiny length a few slow strokes to prep it. Then, he adjusted the lace fabric of your panties so it lined the very tip of his head, using it as a barrier to catch the friction. He began to rub his cock up and down against your slit, using your soaked underwear to slide against you. The intense heat of him against your skin made you pant, desperately arching your neck up to find his lips. Jay leaned down to let you cling, catching your earlobe between his teeth.

"Jay... please," you whimpered, rubbing yourself fruitlessly against him, your head spinning from the pleasure. "I need you now... don’t be mean to me, please..."

Jay let out a low, husky laugh, a dark vibration that rumbled against your skin. He pulled back just enough to look down hugging you, a crooked smirk on his face that stole your breath.

"Mean? You have no idea how mean I can be, darling," he murmured, his voice dripping with absolute control. "I am going to fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name, but you have to be a good girl."

He lined the head of his cock up directly with your entrance. He pushed in just an inch—just enough to make your mouth pop open in a gasp of anticipation—and then pulled out entirely. He did it again, a slow, torturous tease that made you arch your back off the glass, desperately trying to chase the void.

"Jay..." you begged, your eyes squeezed shut, your cheeks burning with a mix of frustration and lust.

"Open your eyes. Look at me," he commanded.

The moment you looked up, Jay buried himself inside you.

The penetration was deep, slick, and heavy, filling you completely in one single, unyielding stroke. You let out a sharp cry that Jay immediately smothered, capturing your lips with his. The impact made you lose all sense of time, but before you could even recover, he pressed the pad of his thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing it against the wet bundle of nerves, maintaining a steady, heavy pressure as he began to pace his thrusts into a slow, bruising rhythm.

The combination of his thickness stretching you out inside and the unyielding pressure on your center made your entire body shake. You wanted to move, you wanted to grind, but Jay’s iron grip on your hips kept you pinned flat against the desk, forcing you to take the full depth of every shove.

"That’s it... whimper for me," he growled against your mouth, picking up the pace. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"

The sensation of having him so deep was overwhelming; his thick, hot length stretched your inner walls with every push, hitting spots so deep it made your belly tremble. Desperate for more friction, you tried to tilt your hips, trying to adjust the angle to ease the delicious torture. But Jay wouldn't let you. His large hands clamped like vices on the sides of your waist, holding you immobile against the desk with unquestionable authority.

"Shh, still, my girl..." he whispered into your ear, his voice raspy and dominant. "Don’t move. Let me do all the work. You just open up and enjoy how well I take care of you."

To prove it, Jay hooked his free arm under your right knee and lifted your leg high, pinning it against his side. The shift in angle allowed him to sink even deeper, bottoming out perfectly. With every slow, heavy thrust, the air in the office filled with a wet, rhythmic, wicked sound; the echo of your slickness and his friction slapping against your skin betrayed just how incredibly dominated you were.

"Listen to that..." he growled, burying himself to the absolute base, forcing a strangled cry of pleasure from you. "You’re so tight and so wet for me. This is what happens when you’re treated the way you deserve."

Holding you steady, Jay picked up the pace a few times, making you see stars, before pulling out completely with a wet whine. Without giving you time to process the emptiness, he grabbed you by the hip and flipped you firmly over the desk, forcing you onto your hands and knees against the cold wood and glass. With your wrists still bound behind your back with his tie, your rear was left completely elevated and exposed to him.

Jay didn’t waste a second. With a swift movement, he yanked your pink lace panties down to your thighs, leaving them bunched up around your stockings. He slid a large palm over the curve of your ass, giving you a firm slap that made you gasp, before caressing the hot skin with absolute possessiveness.

"Look at you..." he muttered, lining the tip of his cock back up with your opening. "What a perfect view. You’re mine, aren’t you?"

He drove himself in all the way from behind in one deep plunge. The impact arched your back, pinning your chest to the glass of the desk as your body desperately molded itself around his thickness. Jay began to slam his hips against yours in a dirty, possessive, relentless rhythm, making you moan breathlessly against the wood.

In the middle of the blur, Jay reached his long arm forward. His large hand caught you by the jaw, forcing your head back so you had to look up at him. His dark eyes were completely wild, bloodshot with intense arousal. He leaned down to devour your lips in an asphyxiating, deep, wet kiss, tasting your moans before pulling back just a fraction of an inch.

"That coward didn’t know what he had..." Jay whispered, his voice broken, his hot breath searing your lips as he kept hammering into you with force. "He made you feel like you were nothing, but here you are... surrendered to me. Tell me, beautiful... Are you going to let me fill you up completely? Are you going to let me mark you as his?"

You nodded frantically, your eyes swimming with tears of pure ecstasy, unable to form words from the sheer intensity of the pounding. Jay stopped his hips dead just millimeters from your depth, holding himself perfectly still inside you, making you whimper at the sudden agonizing halt. He squeezed your jaw gently, forcing you to hold his gaze.

"Don’t just nod at me, darling. Use your big girl words. Ask for it," he commanded with a gravity that made you shiver. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"Pl... please, Jay..." you begged, your voice cracked and your breath hitching. "Fill me... Please, Jay, fill me... I just... need you. Make me yours."

A smile of absolute pride and possession curled Jay’s lips.

"That’s my girl. So good for me..."

With a low grunt that rattled from his chest, Jay slammed back into you, this time going savage, fast, and entirely ruthless. The desk creaked under your combined weight as he dug his fingers hard into your hips. The advantage of his size crushed you deliciously against the surface. The relentless friction on your clit and the sheer depth of his cock exploded inside you. Your walls began to squeeze him in violent, clamping spasms, milking him from the inside out as you came with a sharp, breathless cry.

Feeling your wet hole grip him with that kind of force, Jay’s last bit of restraint snapped. He let out a deep, guttural roar, burying himself to the absolute hilt inside you, his entire body locking up tight as he let his semen pump out, filling you to the absolute brim.

He stayed motionless for a long moment, letting the final pulses of his orgasm bleed out. Then, with a heavy, exhausted sigh, he pulled out slowly. His cock made a wet, sucking sound as it exited your body, leaving an immediate, cold ache that made you whimper.

Jay, his fingers still trembling from the exertion, slid one of his large hands between your thighs. Using his middle and index fingers, he slowly parted the lips of your vagina, pulling you open to expose your wet, ruined center to his gaze.

Jay watched as the thick, white cream began to overflow, dripping lazily down your slit and pooling in a warm, slow drizzle onto the carpet. A smug, deeply possessive smile tugged at his lips at the sight of the absolute mess he had left inside you.

He leaned down over your back, pressing his mouth right against your ear, and his hot breath sent a violent shiver through your skin as he whispered in a rough, dangerous rumble:

"Look at you... completely full of me. Let’s hope getting you pregnant is enough of an excuse for your father to finally let me take you to live with me for good."

The breakup had been messy, a collision of pride and misunderstandings that left you both shattered and stubborn.

Tonight, however, the silence was drowned out by the rhythmic thrum of bass from a nearby bar and the burning slide of tequila down your throat. You were far past the point of rational thought. The alcohol had stripped away your resolve, leaving only a raw, aching hunger for the one person you weren't supposed to want.

Your fingers trembled as you dialed his number. You expected it to go to voicemail. You expected him to have blocked you. But when he picked up on the third ring, his voice was a low, gravelly rasp that sent a shiver straight to your core.

"What the fuck do you want, (y/n)?"

The roughness in his tone didn't deter you; it ignited something. "I miss you," you whispered, your voice thick and slurred. "I fucking miss you so much it hurts."

There was a long pause, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the line. "You're drunk," he stated, but there was a tremor of desire in his voice that betrayed him.

"Come over," you challenged, a sudden spark of desperation hitting you. "Or are you too scared?"

The line went dead. You slumped against your wall, wondering if you'd just pushed him too far, until forty minutes later, the lock on your front door clicked open. Heeseung stormed in, looking like a storm cloud in a black t-shirt and jeans, his eyes dark and turbulent. He didn't say a word as he slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the hallway.

He marched toward you, his presence overwhelming. Before you could even breathe, he had you pinned against the wall, his hands gripping your wrists and slamming them above your head.

"You think you can just call me and demand I come here?" he growled, his face inches from yours. His breath smelled of mint and something sharp, his eyes scanning your flushed face with a mixture of anger and longing.

"I didn't demand," you gasped, your chest heaving against his. "I asked."

"You're a brat," he hissed. He didn't kiss you gently. He crashed his lips against yours in a bruising, desperate collision. It wasn't a reunion; it was a war. He bit your lower lip hard enough to make you moan, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to claim every inch of you.

He released your wrists only to grab your thighs, hoisting you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up to your hips. He groaned into your throat, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving marks that would surely be purple by morning.

"I hated you for calling me," he muttered against your skin, his voice vibrating through your chest. "I've spent every night trying to forget how you taste."

He carried you to the bedroom, not bothering to be careful. He dropped you onto the mattress and stripped his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing the lean, hard muscles of his chest and stomach. You reached for him, but he stepped back, his eyes narrowing.

"Not yet," he commanded.

He stripped you with a rough efficiency, ripping your lace panties aside rather than sliding them off. He didn't use lubricant; he didn't use patience. He knelt between your legs, his large hands gripping your hips and bruising the skin as he pulled you to the edge of the bed.

He entered you in one heavy, punishing thrust. You screamed, the sudden fullness stretching you wide, a mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure crashing over you. He didn't slow down. He began to fuck you with a rhythmic, violent intensity, his cock slamming into your pussy with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice a guttural command. He reached down, his thumb grinding hard against your clit while he continued to drive deep into you. "Tell me you're still mine, (y/n)."

"I'm yours!" you sobbed, your head tossing back against the pillows. "I've always been yours, Heeseung! Please, don't stop!"

The roughness peaked as he flipped you over, forcing you onto your hands and knees. He gripped your hair, pulling your head back so he could whisper in your ear while he hammered into you from behind. Every thrust hit your cervix, sending jolts of electricity through your spine. He was relentless, his body a machine of heat and friction, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Just as you felt your walls begin to tighten, Heeseung let out a low, animalistic growl. He lunged forward, burying himself as deep as possible, and came with a force that made your entire body shudder. You followed immediately after, your orgasm ripping through you in violent waves, your pussy clamping tight around him as you both collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and sweat.

As the adrenaline faded, the atmosphere shifted. The anger that had fueled the sex evaporated, leaving behind a raw, aching vulnerability. Heeseung didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he rolled over, pulling you tightly against his chest.

The roughness was gone. His touch became tentative, almost reverent. He began to kiss the crown of your head, his lips soft and lingering.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry for how I acted."

He shifted, gently lifting you to carry you into the bathroom. He didn't let you walk. He sat you on the counter and took a warm washcloth, carefully cleaning the remnants of their passion from your skin. He was meticulous, his movements slow and tender, ensuring you were comfortable.

Once you were clean and dressed in one of his oversized shirts, he led you back to the bed. He tucked the duvet around you, then climbed in beside you, pulling you into the crook of his arm. He spent the next hour just holding you, rubbing slow circles into your back, whispering apologies and admissions of how much he had suffered in the silence.

"I can't do this anymore," he murmured, kissing your temple. "I can't be without you. I don't care who was right or who was wrong. I just want you back."

You looked up at him, your eyes misty. "I don't want to be without you either."

He leaned down, kissing you—not with the violence of before, but with a sweetness that brought tears to your eyes. It was a promise, a reconciliation sealed in the quiet of the midnight hour.

"We'll fix it," he promised, tightening his grip on you. "I'm not letting you go again."

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Sweat beat down your forehead as bodies pressed against bodies. It was hot, but not hot enough to make you want to leave. Even if you did, there was no way you could find your way out in the crowd behind you.

The stage was so close, if you reached out, you could probably touch your fingertips to it. You ran a hand through your hair and threw your head back, taking the very small moment between songs to swallow whatever was left in your water bottle.

Heesung’s gaze met yours for the briefest second. You wiped your mouth and turned away, face burning. He was a flirt, you knew that. He flirted with lots of fans—even knowing this, that look still sent shivers throughout your body.

Your thighs pressed together, and for the rest of the night , you tried to avoid watching him. It had just been a weird coincidence. You had just been in the right place at the right time. So—then why did it feel like his eyes were boring into the side of your head every other minute? And just now—he couldn’t be could—

Oh crap!

He was looking. Another coincidence?

You’d been standing in the VIP pit all night, he was bound to notice you, even if it was just a passing glance, and you had been to an ENHYPEN fan signing not too long ago. Maybe he thought he recognized you, but couldn't remember from where?

But he wasn’t turning away, and the concert had just ended so why was he still staring? Why did it feel like you were trapped in a game you hadn’t known you were playing?

Girls around you waved goodbye to the group as they exited the stage—you would have to—but you couldn’t move. You were stock still, his one-way gaze holding you in place. And then you were being escorted toward the exit of the venue by security.

Normal. This was normal.

“Excuse me,” until it wasn’t, “please follow me.”

You paused, covering your mouth with the back of one of your hands. She was wearing all black, and a headset wrapped around her head—it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, but still, you asked. “Who are you?”

“Please,” she smiled, adjusting her mic, "just follow me.”

Who in their right mind would follow a random woman into a dark alcove? But at an ENHYPEN concert, who wouldn’t?

The hallway was wide, the walls a muddy gray, a stark contrast to the brightness that had appeared once the venue’s lights had been flipped on. The headset-girl led you to a room, but there was no name printed on the door. Perhaps it was a waiting room… For… Like… fan-meetings? But as far as you knew, there wasn’t anything set up beforehand, and you would’ve certainly remembered if you’d signed up for something like that—more so if you’d won.

Less things began to add up as you walked around the room. It appeared to be in-use—though there was no one present at the moment—but not for permanent stays.

You ran your fingers over the black, leather couch in the center. Maybe you should turn the lights on so you wouldn't bump into anything—but where were they? Damn, you should have asked that Unni.

Your breath caught in your throat just as you spun around; the door was swinging open and then closing in less than a second, allowing only one person to enter. “Who—” woah, what was going on with your voice? It was trembling. Were you that nervous?

Your hands pressed to your cheeks and you took a step back. “I think there’s been some confusion.”

“What?” It sounded almost like a laugh.

You held your breath as his feet moved him forward. You fell into the middle of the couch, holding your breath as his arm shot out, capturing you between himself and the cushion behind you. “A—misunderstanding...”

Your eyes went wide, your cheeks flushed from more than the heat, and your thighs squeezed without any warning. “I don’t think so.” His eyes were pools of midnight, they captivated you with such intensity that you thought you’d pass out if this didn’t cease.

Your shaky inhale and a shuddering exhale had him grinning. He traced your jaw with the tips of his fingers, trailing them down your neck. He smelled like cedarwood and something tart, and if you didn’t figure out what the hell was going on—wait…

Maybe you were dead?

Dehydration? It was a possibility.

An unwanted whimper fell from your lips when his other hand gripped your thigh. “What’s wrong?” He was mocking you, that expression told you everything.

You swallowed. What the actual hell was going on? “Hey—wait—” You pulled your hands in front of your face. He was so close. Heeseung pried your hands away.

“You always look so pretty.” His breath coated the tip of your ear and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. “I remember you—” he said. “A few months ago.” He pulled away, looking down at you with the hungriest eyes you’d ever seen. “You looked so innocent then, too.”

Confusion warped around explanations in your head. “You know me?”

A cold laugh fell from his lips and he threw his head up. “Know you?” He shook his head, hand shooting out. Long, warm fingers wrapped around your throat and he squeezed, grinding against you. “Of course I do.”

A gasp formed around your mouth when his hand around your neck forced you to look up.

“You’re mine.”

 “Wh—” you choked when his grip tightened.

“I own you.”

One of his fingers slipped between your legs, teasing at your panties.

“Soaked, are we?” He titled his head and damnit if that wasn't the hottest thing you'd ever set your sights on.

You bit down, your jaw locking when his hand slipped past the fabric protecting you. He worked you up slowly, and then he was pumping until you were squirming with pleasure instead of fear.

“That’s right,” he murmured against your temple.

You met his hand with each curl, digging your nails into his shoulder. He strained against your hold, laughing at your whine. He’d stopped moving his fingers, why? You clenched around nothing now.

“Don’t worry.” He undid the clasp of his belt, “I’m still going to ruin you.”

It was too late to realize that this was probably really wrong. He was your idol, your bias—he wasn’t someone who whispered dirty things into your ear and took gratification in toying with your head. You shuddered when he lined his tip with your entrance. Your hands gripped around his forearms.

“Look at you.” He scoffed, forcing your chin down, “Look at what a slut you are.”

His free arm wrapped around your waist, and with one thrust of his hips, he filled you.

Your screams were muffled by his palm and you bit down, saliva coating the soft skin. Tears streaked down your cheeks and he absolutely adored it.

“God—” he groaned as your body convulsed around him, sucking him deeper and deeper. He was losing himself, but hadn’t he already lost?

Before all of this—a few months ago, the second his gaze had caught hers? That moment seemed like forever ago, it seemed like he’d been without her for lifetimes—and tonight, when he’d seen her in the crowd—at the very front, he knew. He just knew he had to have her.

That outfit she wore—clean on the outside—but he knew what lay beneath. It all now lay stretched, drenched, and filthy.

On her main social media, she was a private person—at least that’s what most people would’ve thought when looking at her page. But after digging—lots of digging—he’d discovered another side to her. The side that no one but the night life of Seoul knew.

She was dirty—she was dangerous—but fuck everything if he couldn’t desroy that perfect little image she’d built up. Even if it was in secret like this—she was his. No one else would ever touch her. His. She was his.

He groaned as her walls squeezed around his length. His slut. His.