my hearts again in a daze

smut warnings. simply put: Jay possesses Jake’s body to fuck you, daddy kink, use of ‘baby/kitten’, possessive behavior, degradation/praise, rough and unprotected sex

Jake’s so gentle with you, he’s always been so gentle with you.

He’s so nice, sweet, doting, the perfect boyfriend you dreamed of since childhood and couldn’t have manifested all on your own even after years of friendship; it took him finally taking a leap of faith to bring your hearts together as one.

You’re such a good couple, everyone agrees, constantly reminding the two of you of how lucky you are to have found each other early on and accept your feelings beyond friendship.

‘You’re totally gonna marry him.’ One of your friends whispered, nudging playfully into your side. 

Jake’s across the room oblivious to the group giggling around you, engaged in a fierce game of beer ping pong with most of his friends, most except one..

Jay isn’t feeling it tonight, he hasn’t for quite some time, opting to sip on a bottle of cheap beer on the couch while channel surfing instead. Nothing catches his interest, too focused on the conversation you’ve been engulfed in to care about what's on TV.

‘Did you ever imagine you’d end up falling in love with your best friend?’

He wants to bark out a disgruntled scoff so badly, it’s itching at the back of his throat desperate to disrupt this asinine conversation; having to wrap his lips back around the bottle to hold it in. 

Falling in love with your best friend.

So fucking stupid.. 

Pretending to stretch his shoulders, he peers between his bicep and forearm, watching for your nervous response. Of course you never expected it, not when you had two of your best friends wrapped around your fingers, willing to drop everything at your beck and call. Jake only cared as much because Jay always did, he always has.

Not that he can call you his best friend anymore, all of that got thrown out of the window after Jake asked you out. Things never went back to the same after that, you barely even responded to Jay anymore, let alone confided anything in him the way you used to.

The thought makes his neck jerk, forcing himself to focus on whatever horror movie he landed on. Some shit about possession, a deal with the devil, so damn stupid and unrealistic..

‘How much are you willing to give up to be with your one true love?’ The demonic character on screen asks, sliding a contract across to the innocent victim helplessly glancing back and forth between a photo of the object of their affection and the contract bargaining for their soul.

Jay sneers, glancing from you to Jake, laying back and allowing his mind to drift.

How much would he do to be with the one that he loves? 

Jay’s lip curls, taking one last swig from his beer, whispering to himself. ‘Anything.’

Scratching at the bottles label, he yawns, tired of this same old shit; part of him refusing to admit that he only bothers still showing up to these get-togethers just to see you.

Unsure why he even bothers, even your hugs don’t feel the same anymore..

Nodding to himself he lays back, kicking his feet up the more bored he grows, music drowned out by the warm buzz of alcohol floating its way to the back of his skull.

“Would you really do anything for her?”

Jay jumps, twisting around in search of the deep voice circling around him. “Who fucking said that?!” He says much too loud, breathing out through his nose harshly. 

“You said anything.” The owner of the voice steps toward him from the shadows, dangling a contract back and forth between two sharp dark brown husk-like fingernails. “You love that girl enough to cut a deal?”

“Hah..” Jay huffs, turning around in a circle where he stands, unable to make out anything with how dark the room is. “Am I dreaming?”

“Of course you are, sweet boy.” The demon grins, snapping his pointed fingers for a chair to slide into the back of Jay’s knees, forced to take a seat as a table appears between the two of them; contract laid out flat. “You humans all ask the same thing. Am I dreaming? Am I dying? Do you von’t to suck my bluud, BLEGGGGGHHH.” He says with a dramatic comical accent, laugh ending in a tired sigh, muttering under his breath. “Fucking humans.. God's worst creation.”

“—anyway kid, listen here.” The demon snaps again, bladed teeth shining like mirrors caught in sunlight as he smiles terrifyingly large. “I can help you.”

With another snap of his fingers a projection lights up the ceiling, displaying your awaiting smile from above; laid in bed with an afterglow of light sweat and unreal beauty painting your features. 

The demon whistles, flicking his wrist rapidly. “She’s a looker, can definitely understand why you’re this bricked up over some chick.”

Jay continues to watch, heart expanding with the moaned sigh you let out, eyes fluttering upward as if you’re about to…

‘Jake, baby, I’m close, s-so close.’

“Ahh…” the demon sucks in, collecting the drool around his split tongue for added effect. “RIGHTTTTT.. Jakey boy, the good old best friend. He was a little too fast for you, beat you to the punch real good. Isn’t that right?”

Jay’s jaw clenches tight, the bones grinding hard enough to hear a nasty crunch. “If this is a dream, I would like to wake up now.”

The demon pouts, blinking until his eyes moisten. “But you haven’t even heard my plan to get your dick wet, Jay. Don’t be such a sourpuss.”

Jay rolls his eyes, cracking his neck from side to side. “I can get laid on my own.”

“Oh, I’m aware of that, big guy.” The demon winks, leaning over the table to lower his gaze toward Jay’s lap, sliding the contract before him. “But can you ever get the one you really want?”

Jay finally reads across the scribble of words, skimming the first paragraph quickly. “What do you want a pint of my blood for?”

The demon shrugs. “Reasons.”

“So what? I give you some of my blood and—“ Jay comes to an abrupt halt, frozen by your wanton cry dancing around the room; lifting his gaze up just in time for your head to fall back, mouth hung open releasing the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life.

“And you get that.”

Jay swallows, dizzy, betting he’d crumble to his knees if not for the chair he’s seated in. Reaching for the pen quickly, he flips to the next page without reading the rest and jots his signature without pause, hurdling the contract back across the table.

“I’m in.”

It’s weird… Jay’s convinced himself this is all a dream anyway. 

All of it, from you and Jake ending up together, to this fucked up situation he’s found himself in, pining for the one he can’t have. Constantly carrying a false sense of hope that his own two best friends will finally split up; the spark igniting at any small hint that you could possibly be unhappy.. that’s never the case of course. 

It’s just a pint of blood. 

That’s silly.. what could a demon possibly need with his blood? The answer to that is still unclear, because this is all just a dream anyway, right?

Sure, he should have thought all of this through, listed out the endless pros and cons, but right now the tenth refill on his vodka rox seems to be the only semblance of importance he can focus on, albeit barely, having to blink repeatedly to make sure his glass is full of enough liquid to burn through his esophagus on the way down. 

“You’ve had enough I think man.” The bartender says cautiously, motioning to cut off his neck. “Tapping you out for the rest of the night.”

“Pftttt, fuck you man.” Jay sways, trudging haphazardly back to the table you and Jake abandoned hours ago. Not even the different pairs of hands reaching to grope his biceps and chest can faze him, plopping back down on a chair as he glares at you on the dance floor; sulking more and more with each up and down he traces over your figure.

It’s criminal how beautiful you look tonight.

Jay’s blood boils watching your short ruffled skirt shake from side to side over your hips, each twirl revealing the underside of your pert buttcheeks, kissing at the backs of his teeth as he wishes to bury his them deep into the soft flesh lining the backs of your thighs.

Soon.

“Love the costume.” Some girl with a halo above her head winks at him, fingertips gliding over his shoulder on her way toward the dance floor with a lingering stare back at him that begs to be chased. 

Not tonight, because Jay could really give a fuck about anyone else right now. 

Anyone other than you and Jake.

Chugging down the rest of his drink, he rolls up the white sleeve of the button up shirt half done up to just under his chest, dabbing the material on his moist lips to not ruin the lines of ‘stitched’ makeup you helped him with.

‘Come little children I’ll take thee away, into the land of enchantment.’ You hummed softly, finishing with a smile as you capped your eyeliner. ‘There! My Billy!’

Jay’s cock throbbed through the entire process, having to bite down on the backs of his teeth with a forced smile that left the insides of his cheeks chewed raw. ‘Look good?’

‘Devastatingly handsome as ever.’ You winked, packing away your make-up. ‘You’ll be fighting them off tonight.’

Jay grumbled, scratching his neck as he stole one last glance at your chest suffocating in the confines of the tightened corset pushing your breast up high to form two perfect soft mounds. ‘Wish we could have pulled off the first idea.’

Turning back to him, you laughed, fluffing up teased and sprayed stiff tendrils of hair to appear freshly dug up from a grave. ‘You wanted to be my Thackery Binx that bad huh?’

Jay swallowed, blinking up at you slowly as he contemplated dropping to his knees to inform you that he’d be anything you wish for, do anything you ask of him.

‘HAPPY HALLOWEEN!’ Jake bursted through the hotel room door, raising a bright red plastic pitchfork in one hand and a case of White Claws in the other. ‘Or as I like to call it, the Devil’s night.’

‘My master.’ You said jokingly, folding to bow before rushing to your boyfriend's arms, reminding Jay of the very reason he had to swallow a handful of B-12 vitamins before making the drive out here.

Jay bit down on his lip, turning away as Jake’s palms smoothed up the backs of your thighs to cup your ass.

He would have dressed up like your stupid pet cat, unlike Jake who told you that was too silly at your big ages, insisting that you’d look better as the ‘hot Sanderson Sister’ instead of a little girl in a sweet innocent witch costume.

As he watches Jake chase you around the dance floor pretending to poke you with his pitchfork, black mustache half faded from his upper lip after hours of locking lips, the sinking feeling in his gut settles. No amount of alcohol would cure his undying hunger, and certainly not some slut in a tawdry angel costume, no. 

Stealing a full glass from a table, he chugs it down fast, deciding to end these silly Halloween festivities and get the real party started.

It’s time.

“Hey man,” Jay slurs, sauntering over to where you lay glued to Jake’s front under various strobes of light and shades of rainbow streaked across your delicate features. “I’m heading up, alright?” Stumbling back a step, he reaches for his friend's shoulder to steady himself, eyes lazy under the weight of warm alcohol buzzing through his veins.

“Dude, how much have you had to drink?” Jake glares at the hand on his shoulder, pulling your hips closer to his.

“Jay, are you sure? Babe, we should walk him up.” You say full of concern, eyebrows furrowing with worry.

“Pfft..” Jake’s hands slink lower down past your waist, hovering right above the curve of your ass. “Jay’s a big boy, he can handle a little elevator ride, isn’t that right buddy?” 

Jay shoots two thumbs up lazily, stumbling back with another pat to his friend's arm. “I’m probably gonna knock out.”

“Yeah yeah.. go get some rest.” Jake rolls his eyes, turning back to you with a smile, head shaking. “This guy, acts like he’s never seen an open bar in his life.”

Frowning, your gaze drifts after your friend, weaving his way off of the dance floor on unsteady feet as other partygoers shove him away. “Let’s head up soon too, yeah?” You say, growing more worried that you’ll find Jay passed out in some hallway on the way back to your shared room.

“Aww come on! The nights young baby!” Jake’s arms swoop around your hips, curling shut tightly to lift you off your toes enough for a fast spin around. “We’re having so much fun still!”

“Alright alright.” You sigh between a laugh, looping your arms around his shoulders. “Five more songs and then we go to the room! My feet are killing me.”

“I got you baby, don’t worry.” Keeping you off your feet, Jake continues to dance with your bodies pressed together, smile wide as you laugh and take your time indulging in the next five songs, as demanded.

“You really wanna go up now?” He pouts, tangling his fingers between yours as you stride to the exit, hobbling on the balls of your feet.

“My toes are screaming.” 

Jake runs ahead, bending at his knee and smacking his hip as he peers over his shoulder with a smile. “Hop on, I can’t have your precious toes ruining our fun night.”

“You can’t carry me all the way up there.” You say with a shy smile, patting him on the back to stand up.

“Pffft,” Jake grins, nodding for you to piggyback him. “How dare you doubt your boyfriend, when have I ever lied to you?”

“What about that time in eighth grade? When you told me that you’d never been kissed.” Squinting at him knowingly, you settle upon his back, easily wrapping your thighs over his hips. “Only to find out you’d gained a reputation that summer at camp! Even got caught kissing some of the high school counselors!”

Jake laughs nervously, bouncing your weight as he comes to stand and encourages your arms to slink around his shoulders. “When have I lied to you.. recently!”

“You never have been a good liar.. Imagine you hadn’t accidentally mentioned that Jay had a crush on me the first time you got drunk..” you recall, nipping at the shell of his ear. “Got you all panicked when I was about to text him..”

Jake’s stomach drops as the memory flashes behind his eyes, leaning against the empty elevator on the way to your floor. “What were you going to do?”

“You mean before you kissed me and blurted out that you like me too?” You tease, cleaning off the faded smear of black eyeliner from his upper lip. 

Jake’s cheeks light up pink, twisting his neck to look at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Yeah.”

“I don’t know..” you lie, pretending to appear lost in thought. “It’s been so long now, I probably just wanted to check on him and make sure he was okay..”

“Mmm..” Jake mumbles, tight-lipped as he follows the route to your room for the night. “I see.”

Setting you down to find the key, he stops, tapping your chin. “What if I hadn’t stopped you? If you’d gone and found him?”

He waits, head tilted with his heady gaze stuck on your look of confusion. Lips pouted as he focuses on the way your eyes shift nervously, bouncing from side to side.

“I wanted to make sure he was okay is all.” You lie again, shrugging to play off how uncomfortable this topic makes you feel. “I know how Jay gets..”

Jake nods, deciding that response satisfies him enough, you’re his girl after all…

“Yeah, he’s..” trailing off, he laughs, rolling his eyes slightly. “Doesn’t matter, we agreed to not talk about him behind his back just because we’re in a different type of relationship now. I just get curious sometimes is all.”

“It’s okay baby, our dynamics with each other all changed after that..”

“Mmm.. yeah..” guilt pings through his chest, half annoyed that said friend finessed a way into splitting a room for the night; knowing he’d be drinking too much and using the excuse of not having enough money to afford a singular room. It wouldn’t have felt right to deny Jay of their traditional Halloween get together for the sake of having you all to himself for one night, not when he has you to himself all 365 days already..

Jake pulls you into the hotel room, letting out a petulant sigh and spinning around for his back to press against the door, drawing your arms around his waist. “I could’ve danced all night with you.”

Even in the dark with only a small glow of light coming from the cracked open bathroom door, Jake’s eyes shine as they stare at you, head laid back with a pleasant relaxed smile.

“And I..” you say, leaning in to tap the end of your nose to his. “Love you.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyes flutter shut, cheekbones pronounced high from smiling. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

Jake’s eyes snap open, staring ahead at your dazed expression in disbelief.

“Baby?” You say, head tilted in confusion.

Jay steals a quick glance around, finding hands smaller than his resting on your waist, hair fuller than his styled on his head, and clothes that cling to his skin damp with sweat after dancing for hours. 

He’s inside of Jake’s body..

It worked..

“Baby? Are you okay?”

Jay gulps, gaze returning to your face, a frown now pulling your lips down. Unable to resist, he reaches to cup your cheeks, thumbs stroking up the corners of your mouth. “Hey now, why’s my pretty girl look so upset?”

Smiling under the press of his hands, you kiss at the tips of his thumbs, shooting shivers through Jay’s body, or well… Jake’s body.

“You looked..” you shrug, latching onto his elbows to tug him in closer. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just champagne buzzed.”

Falling around your hips naturally, Jay smooths his palms up and down your exposed lower back, biting down on his lip to suppress a grunt. Skin as smooth and silky as velvet runs beneath his fingertips, begging to be marked and bitten into.

“You want some water, kitten?” 

The pet name has your face heating up, burying into the crook of his neck with a shy laugh. “Why are you being so cute right now?”

Jay’s stomach aches, butterflies exploding at a rapid pace, wings beating him from the inside out as they fly around creating a storm of warmth. “Because you are so cute, my pretty baby.” Gently, he pries your chin up with two fingers, lifting your eyes back to him. “Prettiest girl in the world.”

“Because you’ve met every girl in the world?” You say jokingly, pushing his shoulder playfully. “Corn ball.”

Jay blinks slowly, taking in each and every one of your delicate features up close, thumb brushing back and forth along your chin. “Don’t need to meet them when I know none of them could ever match up to your beauty.”

“Gosh, how much did you have to drink?” You laugh, nuzzling into his touch.

“Never enough.” Jay says, a bit struck by how different that sounded coming out of his best friend’s mouth. He blinks it away quickly, inching closer to your face for his lips to lightly graze along yours, already swollen after being attached to Jake’s majority of the evening.

“Baby..” you trail off, gaze shifting to the lump formed on the bed on the other side of the room. “We can’t..”

“Pftt,” Jay scoffs, laughing under his breath, hands dragging down to knead the fleshy meat spilling out from your underwear, just like Jake always does. Clawing his nails up, he rips a gasp out of you, knowing your boyfriend would never dare to leave marks behind on your flawless skin. Jay would though, eyes glinting with the full intent to gnaw his teeth into every supple inch of flesh coating your body. Slowly, he draws the flimsy material higher between your butt with a groan. “Jay’s knocked out cold kitten, you saw how drunk he was.”

“He could wake up to empty his guts with the amount he drank.” You add, glaring at him. “I don’t wanna risk it..”

Jay grunts, startled by the difference of sound emitting from Jake’s body. Rolling his eyes, he dips in to litter kisses up the column of your throat, lapping the marks of his lips clean with a swipe of tongue until he finds your earlobe. “We’ll stop if he shows any sign of life.”

And he shouldn’t, according to the deal. Jay’s lips curls up to one side, nibbling your ear further between his lips to suck on. “Besides..”

With one last hard squeeze to your ass, he walks you backward toward the empty bed you should be sharing with your boyfriend tonight, and in a way.. you will be.

Jay sets you down, tapping your chin up to watch him slowly remove his tie. Even this ‘costume’ Jake picked out couldn’t be more boring, the lack of effort, pulling some old suit and tie combo out of the back of his closet and throwing on a pair of horns. Jay unbuttons the collared shirt, looping the tie around the back of your neck.

“I put a spell on you..” he hums, eyebrow cocked as Jake’s higher pitch carries. 

“Because you’re mine.” Drawing the tie tighter, he bends in, nose to nose, breathing in the breath flowing from your parted lips.

“You know I love you,” he continues to sing, a devious smirk stretching his lips. “And I don’t care if you don’t want me..” Jay sinks down to his knees, pushing your thighs apart. “I’m yours right now.”

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, shyly ducking your chin in. Jay can feel his heart expand, dipping the pads of his fingers into your plush thighs as he admires the demure manner you crumble into under his stealth gaze. 

“You.” Jay states flatly, sealing light kisses along your inner thighs with a hooded gaze locked on you. 

You. 

My endless agony and thirst. 

“You’re always inside of me, weaving between my daily thoughts.” Jay’s cheek presses to your thigh, blinking up at you languidly. “There’s not a minute that goes by without catching a whisper of your name carried through the mundane hours ticking by. “You..”

He sighs, eyes falling shut to ignore the painful coil building up his gut. “I’d do anything for you. You have no idea what great lengths I’d go through for you.. only you.”

It’s a confession, whether you’ll ever understand that or not. The weight he carries everyday to stop himself from taking a hold of you, spilling his heart out. The doubt and fear of rejection, fear of losing the two most important people in his life.. the weight lifts, even if only for a minute, nose brushing your inner thigh as he sniffs the skin upward. Even the remnants of your sweat cause his mouth to water, tucking in his lower lip to fight off a moan.

“If you’re trying to break my reluctance..” you say breathily, leaning back on your palms. “It’s working. God, you’re really something tonight..”

Jay grins to himself, swiping up the sides of your thighs to squeeze at your hips, lowly humming as he thinks you’d fit better in his hold. Everything about you really, down to the way you carry a faint floral scent, so opposite of the musky oud Jake prefers to wear; yet perfectly balanced for the earthy fresh one that lingers off Jay’s clothing.

Jake Jake Jake.. maybe he should have pretended to be more like Jake, maybe then he would have stood a fighting chance.

“Am I?” He asks, hiding an annoyed laugh behind a smile. “Do you like it? Or am I too brash?”

“Not necessarily..” you shrug, leaning back further as he slinks up to meet you face to face, gaze lowered toward your lips. “Maybe the devil got to you.”

Jay pauses for a second, breath caught in his throat. “Oh..” he laughs, shifting down onto the bed to straddle your hips. “That’s right, I’m feeling a little more evil tonight. What was that you called me earlier?” He says, purposely wiggling his eyebrows malevolently.

“Oh master!” You whisper eagerly, pulling out your best girly tone. “How I’ve missed thee!”

Jay chuckles, sliding a finger across your lips, tapping at the pouty inviting part in-between. “I never understood that.”

“What?”

“Master..” he tuts, pulling your lower lip down. “Daddy seems more fitting, don’t you think?”

“D-daddy?!” You snort, eyes gone wide. “Jake, what—“

“Shhh shhh.” Jay’s forehead wrinkles, pressing a finger over your lips. “Now, try that again baby and don’t laugh, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Punish me?” You’d laugh if not for the serious expression drawn over Jake’s face, your playful puppy long gone behind the darkness shadowing his gaze. 

“What did I say?”

“Daddy..” the word sounds foreign exiting your lips, shooting tingles down your spine as he nods proudly and adjusts onto your lap, pinching your chin for control over your wavering focus.

“See how much more natural that sounds than master? What a good kitten, you listen well.” Jay knows this, knows that you hate to disappoint. You’ve always been giving, loving and docile, easy to pacify with praise and compliments even if you struggle to accept them confidently. “I am different tonight.”

Jay trails down your lost expression, enamored with the way your mouth hangs open adding to the brainlessness running across your face. His mind races taking in the plumpness of your lips up close, thumb stamping against the center of your lower lip just to watch the fat bounce back and tempt him further.

“I want a kiss.” He says, barely whispering as his heart beats against his chest; dreaming of the chance to have this very moment with you. 

“Since when do you have to ask?” You smile, pecking the thumb pushing against your lip. 

“Kiss me.” 

Jay maintains seriousness, pressing forward until your lips hover a centimeter apart. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

The first taste of you has his stomach lunging forward, eyes rolling shut with a groan when you go for it. It’s unexpected how fiercely you plant your lips to his, wet and soft, but the pressure is there, firm and demanding. It’s enough to strike a flame, burning the way straight between his thighs; a reminder of how badly he wants you. How badly he’s always wanted you, to a desperate level that should humiliate him.

But that’s not what this is about.

Jay kisses back finally, ravenously intruding your mouth to sweep his tongue through every corner, getting a taste of all his dreams and desires for the first time.

“Woah..” you exhale surprised, hands finding their way into the hair lining his nape to tug at. “You haven’t..”

“What?” Jay continues to peck at your upper lip, feeling crazed by the need to chew at the plumpness and watch your mouth swell up red. 

“Haven’t kissed me like that in a while..”

He wants to snicker, clenching down on his teeth to keep himself composed. Shaking it off he grips your chin in his palm, digits digging into your cheek to jut your lips out. “I’m gonna show you the way you deserve to be kissed and fucked.” 

Jay leads the kiss this time, stealing the reply that falls deaf under his ministrations, licking between your lips until you have no choice but to let him fill your lungs and take your breath. He overpowers your tongue, pushing in until you melt into it and allow him to suck around you.

“Fuck baby..” you pant, gasping for the tenth time.

“What did I say to call me?” He quips, the bruising hold on your cheeks unrelenting. Jay can read the apprehension dawning your innocently pretty features, struggling to catch your breath with the weight of Jake’s body pressing you deeper into the bed.

“Daddy..”

“That’s right.” Jay sits up, lowering your shoulders to lay flat on the bed as he settles mounted over your hips. “You look so fucking sexy in this costume.” He drawls, sucking saliva between his teeth, fingers itching to rip each piece of clothing off of you quickly. “Need to fuck you right now.” He ruts forward, cock hardened where it presses against your navel.

“Jakey..” 

Jay convulses, lurching forward to grasp your neck in a tight hold. “Don’t fucking—“ he grits, breathing out harshly through his nose wih pursed lips.

“Daddy!” You squeak, eyes blown wide with a hint of fear as you circle his wrist pleadingly. “Daddy daddy, I—“

“Fuck..” Jay pulls your neck up to bury his tongue between your lips again, groaning at how much more desperate you feel now. More wet, messy, pouring drool down his chin as he ravages your mouth. The rumble of his groan mixed with your soft moans shoots straight to his cock, grinding down against your pelvis for a second of relief. “You’re driving me crazy.” 

Jay forces himself to pull away from your chasing lips, huffing as he takes in the dreamy glossy sheen staring back at him. 

He’s waited for this, yearned for this, even silently shed tears in the shower after jerking off to the thought of this. It’s been years of pining for you in secret, a secret he has no choice but to feel ashamed of. Other girls passed through his bedroom week after week, but none of them could ever match up to you, and the pinch in his chest hates you for that.

Hates you for seeing him as no more than a friend, for choosing Jake, for being so damn good to him to the point that he can’t even acknowledge those sick feelings of hatred. “I really love you.”

He doesn’t mean to say that out loud, lips barely moving as he does. The elation lighting up your face with brightness upon hearing those words Jake reminds you of everyday claws at his chest, solidifying that the little dark corner in his brain that carries a hatred for you deserves justice.

Jay covers your mouth before you’re able to say it back, smirking as he watches concern wash away your joy. “Be good for daddy and show me your pussy.”

Jake would never say some shit like that to you, evident in the way your eyebrows twist together. Jay smirks, swatting your hip. “On all fours.”

Hesitation isn’t spared as you shift under his attentive watch, turning onto your knees and elbows. Jake’s definitely different tonight..

“Like this?” You ask coyly, head turned to find your boyfriends look of complete awe. The sight of his adoration sets a deeper arch in your waist, more than enthusiastic to engage in whatever this game is. Jake knows how much you love Halloween, of course he’d want the night to be memorable for you..

“What’s this?” He tuts, stroking between your thighs over the damp area formed on your panties. “Tcchhh… this cute fake little act of yours, your dripping wet kitten. I knew you could be a good slut for me, pretty baby listens so well don’t you?”

He grins, bunching your underwear to wedge up between your butt and squeeze around the fleshy skin surrounding your folds, aiding the wet arousal to trickle down to your inner thighs. “Fuck, so pretty everywhere aren’t you?” 

Jay’s perverse mind won every time, imagining the different ways he’d ruin your cunt night after night. If not for the distracting growing throb between his legs he’d spend hours with his mouth attached to you, even if you kick and scream and beg for mercy.

“Ugh..” moaning, you nod, squirming as he shimmies the cotton material of your underwear against your core. The friction on your clit is just enough to empty your mind, taken over by your need to feel Jake from inside out. “Yes daddy.”

“What a good girl.” Slowly rolling the material down your thighs, Jay hisses, hole exposed and pulsating as if it calls for him. “You’re going to take what I give you, you’re going to take everything I give you. Understand?”

“Yes daddy..”

Jay groans, bending in to plant a kiss against your opening, face scrunching up as your arousal meets his lips and he sucks. Lapping up as much wetness to swallow down, struck by the amount pouring free, betting he could gurgle with your slick the more he licks past your resistance. “God that’s so fucking good.” He sighs, cupping your ass to spread you further apart and drag his tongue across your rim.

“Daddy!” You squeak quietly, still too aware that your best friend is passed out in a bed less than 10 feet away. 

“Bet you take it so good.” He says to himself, vibrating quietly with another long drag of his tongue between your folds, pausing to flick your swollen nub repeatedly until you twitch back with a cry. “You’re going to take all this dick for me, yeah baby?”

Jay sits up to rut his crotch against your wet core, lip’s pulled back over his teeth, letting out a cry at the delicious friction. “Fucking shit, I can’t.”

It’s all fast from there, sped up movements to free his cock and smear the precum down his length, at least Jake isn’t much smaller than him in size. It’s enough anyway, enough to ensure he’ll be able to fuck you hard and have you limping for the next couple of days at least. 

Jay spits into the palm of his hand, adding more wetness that won’t be necessary as he takes in your glossy thighs. Shifting forward on his knees, he lines up to your entrance, grazing the tip against your hole just barely. “Fuck.”

“Daddy, please..”

Jay curses again, drawing in and holding his breath as he breaches your hole. Pushing in slowly so he can feel the way you snap around his cock, mind going dizzy at the first clench you give. It’s perfect, wet like a fucking whore, easing his cock to slide in to the hilt without much effort. He hisses, hips meeting your ass with a light clap, eyelashes fluttering as he pushes an inch further and fully bottoms out. “Feel so good for me..”

Jay mumbles mindlessly, drawling on about how wet you are, soiling his balls in your arousal as he grinds forward to make you feel each inch stretch your walls apart. “Always so good for me.”

“Yes daddy..” you repeat, biting down a whine as he slaps your hip and ruts even deeper somehow. “Ahh! S’too much!”

“Never too much.” Jay bends over your back, chest crushed to your spine in search of your throat to squeeze around. “You can take it.”

Choking your gasp, he thrusts hard, pulling out to the tip only to ram back in with the full weight of Jake’s body. It’s weaker than he wants, but the cry you let out as you scratch at the bed and flail to cover your mouth encourages him to slam into you faster. The collision of your skin clapping together echoes off the hotel walls, having to bite down on your hand to keep your voice down. You sob, eyes rolling up silently begging Jake to slow down. “Please.. don’t wan—“ you stutter, glancing at Jay’s sleeping form anxiously.

He grins, hand tightening around your neck as he forces you to look at his lifeless body. “Scared he’ll wake up kitten?” Jay’s grip locks around your throat, keeping your head turned to face the other bed. “I think he’d like it, listening to your slutty moans, watching you get fucked like this.”

In fact, I know he would.

“N-no—no..” you scramble, failing to look away as Jay starts to fuck you ruthlessly. Dropping flat onto your stomach from the merciless slap of his hips and chest pressed to you. “Please, don’t—oh fuck!”

Jay lays against your back, biting at your cheek with a pointed roll of his hips, cock lodged deep inside. “Yeah? You like that, don't you.” He grunts, jerking your neck to keep your gaze focused on his passed out figure. “Want him to watch you get fucked?”

“Oh! N—no, ah, daddy!” 

“Come on.” Pushing himself up, he presses the backs of your shoulders down, crushing your chest to the bed making it harder to breathe. “Say it.” He says hoarsely, not concerned at all with waking up your precious best friend. “Wanna hear you say you like this.” 

Jay’s thrusts begin to grow sloppy, jamming in and out more carelessly the louder you get, the more you clamp around his length. “Like knowing he could be watching you look so helpless, begging to get fucked.”

Returning to lean down, he shifts finding a new angle, tugging your spine forward to form a deeper arch.

“Ah! F-fuck!”

“Be good.” He huffs, mouth dragging up your cheek panting hot heavy breaths. “Say it. Tell me you like that Jay’s watching you.”

Confusion gets lost to your heightened arousal, the shame blending together with the endless heat making your head pound with a dull throb as you near the brink. “I like it! I like it!”

Jay growls, fisting a tuft of your hair, jostling you to face him before you finish. “Say his name!” He says too eagerly, pressing down on your lower back to control your writhing lower half. 

“Jay?” You wail confused, scalp stinging with another yank back demanding for better. “Jay!”

“Yes!” Halting his thrust, he buries deep inside, trembling as you wrap around him tight enough to nearly hurt. Jay has to hold his breath, swallow down a whimper while you cry out and kick your feet, gripped around his cock so wet and tight. “Perfect..” he sighs, pulling your hair back again to press a kiss to your sweaty temple, licking his lips as the sight of your eyes rolled up void of thought.

“So perfect for me.” 

For me.

All for me.

“Not done with you yet.” He murmurs, hissing as he slides out with a pop, cock smeared with your release. “Not until I see that pretty face..”

Ruined by him and only him. 

Wasting no time to get you on your back, he works fast to discard your now wrinkled up costume. Kneading and gripping your free’d breasts, he’d fuck your tits if not for his balls squeezing up. Jake’s stamina must suck.

Spreading your thighs open, he kicks off the slacks now stained with your wetness, crawling to perch his length on your cunt.

“Not gonna stop fucking you..” 

He’d never stop, not if you were really his. Even have you sit on his cock while you casually hang out and watch movies, keep you filled at all times.

“Jak—“

Slotting the tip of his cock back to your entrance, Jay snaps forward, ripping your boyfriend's name away as he captures your lips and pleasure surges between the two of you. “Cum around my cock again.” He whispers between kisses, licking the roof of your mouth. “Can you do that for daddy?”

He doesn’t wait, caging your head as he chases his own release now, more determined to breed you full of cum and have you begging for him. The echo of his named moaned replays, shifting to autopilot with renewed vigor. 

“Yes yes,” you croon, head tossed back from the oversensitivity sending your thighs to close around his hips. “W-wanna be good for daddy..”

“Yeah?” Jay cups your thigh, sliding it further up his side for a better angle to drill in deeper. “Can you touch yourself for me? Make that pretty pussy squeeze around me real tight baby.”

He pulls back far enough to watch his cock sink in, feeding your swollen cunt over and over again. “Just like this.” He says breathlessly, reaching for your hand to lay where your bodies connect. “Rub that clit for me baby.”

“Ah—ah fuck!” Moaning, you follow his command, digits rubbing each nerve lining your nub. The sensation makes you more delirious with each plunge of his length, head tossed back letting out broken moans much too loud now.

The pilant cries you let out have Jay’s balls throbbing, more desperate to cum as he blinks roughly to clear his vision and tear away from the visual of your cunt squeezing around him.

“I know baby,” he grits out, slurring and pushing a little deeper with each thrust. Pussy drunk and high like he’s never been before, convinced he’s addicted already. “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking much..” he rambles, head shaking in disbelief that this is really happening. This can’t be happening, but it’s too fucking good, you’re so wet and soft around him, unbelievable in every way imaginable.

“Please..” you moan breathlessly, eyes rolled to the side rubbing figure eights over your clit. “Please fuck me.. daddy plea—“

Jay’s brain goes numb, dropping down abruptly as he braces himself on the bed and completely lets go and fucks roughly into you. Cock snagging with each draw back as he empties and fills you repeatedly, the wet sound of splash between your hips sending him over the edge with a pulsing need to feel you cum again. 

“Come on,” Jay growls, reaching for your knees to haul up and shove against your chest, allowing him to mount you and bury his cock in and out faster. “Fucking cum!”

He fucks with no barres, carnal lust wrapped around him accompanying the loud clap of his hips slapping against the backs of your thighs. Jay can feel it coming, your body straining and writhing under him, rocking yourself on his length with your wet eyes fluttering.

“Such a good little slut for me.” Jay grunts between thrusts, forehead covered in a layer of sweat from exerting every ounce of energy left in Jake’s body. Knees struggling to hold their place on the bed the harder he thrusts, needing to keep himself going to hear your unbridled scream again.

“Fuck!” You break, head shaking from side to side as you claw and rip at the bedding, legs practically pushing him off as your hips jump up.

Jay can feel dampness sliding down his cheeks, unsure if it’s from sweat or tears. Circling his hips, he relishes the squeeze around him again, cock swollen and aching from holding back for so long.

“So fucking wet.” He says, lost to the sound of his size grinding inside of you, cock throbbing as he pulls back to the tip, jaw hung in awe from the amount of creamy wetness painted down his length. 

“Daddy..” you whimper, breaking his daze. “Need you..”

Jay kisses the backs of his teeth, hips twitching in excitement to fuck back into you. “It’s all yours.”

Adjusting himself into a proper kneel, he seethes back in, cock thrumming wildly against your over sensitivity. “Hear how fucking loud that is?” Jay mumbles, stirring his cock just to feel the gush of wetness pour down his sack and make a mess between his thighs. The wet squelch drives him to fuck you fast and hard, wishing the hotel bed could only testify how hard by slapping against the wall with each pounding thrust he delivers.

Drawing back only to slam in deep and drag his cock through your tight heat over and over again. Thrusts turn frantic the closer he reaches, body overtaken by a numb wash of heat pouring down from the top of his head.  

He falls forward, catching your lips with blown out eyes fixated on your fucked out face. The one he deserves to see whenever he wants, the one he gave you.

“I love you.” He says between gritted teeth, scooping under your neck to keep your gaze on him.

“I love you so much.” He grunts, filling you up finally as your eyes flutter shut and your neck loosens limply in his hold. 

It’s not fair, it’s so unfair. Even now passed out under him, you still clamp around his length, greedily sucking each last bit of cum to keep inside. “So fucking much..” he whimpers, hips rolling to savor your tight heat just a minute longer, even if his heart pleads for more, something to make this last forever.

Jay sits up after a few minutes, making sure to bundle you up and set your head on top of a pillow comfortably. Silently he takes in limbs that don’t belong to him, tracing the lightly defined muscles lining Jake’s stomach. Whatever this is, it was worth it of course, despite the overwhelming sense of sadness that will undoubtedly follow. The taste of you only once is still better than nothing at all..

“Tsk tsk tsk.” The now familiar tone claps around the hotel room akin to thunder, but Jay knows you can’t hear it. He’s not even sure if he really hears it, or if he’s really lost his mind..

“You know I’m real, Jongseong.” The bed dips beside him, envisioning the inhumanly large creature watching him behind those color changing irises. Leaning back, the demon lets out a low long-winded whistle. “Have to say, I understand you..” he laughs breathily, slinging an arm around Jake’s shoulders. The weight making him fold in on himself, wondering if he’d have more strength to over power this thing in his own body..

“There’s definitely something special about this one.” He states, sighing. “And you just gave her the fuck of her life..”

The demon chuckles, shaking his head. “I suppose you didn’t think this through? That your precious kitten will more than likely never leave him now.”

Jay swallows, seeing red as he blinks away the heat gathered around his eyes, pushing back the layer of moisture coated over his gaze. “If you’re real.. you should be able to answer that for me..”

“I can.” The demon says confidently. “For a price.”

“More blood?”

Jay waits, head turning toward the viscous creature sat by him, gaze blown wide. “Try again.”

“What? My soul?”

“Would you give up your soul for her?” He asks curiously, seemingly intrigued by the simple human mind. The power emotions hold over their useless brains and bodies.

“How could I love her with no soul..” Jay mumbles, the question hanging over his head. 

“Doesn’t matter anyway.” The demon says, flashing his sharp metal-like teeth. “Human souls, that’s so centuries ago.”

“What do you want from me?” Jay sits up, eyebrows furrowed, nearly reaching out to ensure this is no nightmare. 

“How much are you willing to sacrifice?” The demons fingers snap, displaying Jay’s reflection before him. Jake blinks back at him, face stressed by his own inner turmoil his best friend can’t possibly be aware of. “Would you sacrifice him for your own selfish desire to have her? Discard the years of friendship, love and trust built between the two of you?”

Jay watches Jake’s face fall, reaching up to drag his fingers down cheeks that aren’t his, pinch a bottom lip he’s never once felt before. Lips that know yours all too well, lips that mold to yours as if they were meant to be together..

Jay drags his gaze to your resting figure, bundled up in the hotel bed without a clue of what he’d be willing to lose for you. Consumed by his obsession to lose himself to you everyday for the rest of his life. 

Devour him whole, consumed flesh to bone.

Already more than willing to sacrifice his own life for you, not an ounce of guilt awakens in his mind as he turns back to face the demon. The question repeats around him, carried by the power over his mind.

‘How much are you willing to sacrifice?’

“Anything.”

“About us?!” Jay sits up, eyebrows forming the shape of a W. “Absolutely the fuck not dude, it was bad enough when I accidentally found one about me and Jungwon.”

Heeseung’s spine straightens, eyes going wide. “Oh, us? That’s what they write about?? No no, I—there are stories about us? Like, me and you?!”

Jay shrugs, uncomfortably scratching his shoulder. “Probably. But uhm, I’ve seen others. They’re not necessarily about us..” he trails off, looking away. “More like the fantasies our fans have about us. I wasn’t trying to find them.” He coughs, arms crossed over his chest. “But I mean, it was interesting to see how the fans perceive me, I guess.”

“That’s—that’s what I want to read.” Heeseung nods, eyes shifting from his laptop and back to his friend. “What they think about me, in private..”

“It’s..” Jay grimaces, frowning. “A little weird. Mostly because I probably could never live up to be the man of their dreams. I guess I started working out more though and cared about my image a bit more too.”

Heeseung hums, chewing at his bottom lip. “Are you warning my precious ego?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll live.”

Jay sighs, languidly moving to stand. Shooting an irritated look at the older before hauling one of the cushioned seats toward the desk. “I gave you the heads up.”

“And I thank you for that.” Heeseung smiles, pushing the laptop closer to Jay. “Where are they posting these things?”

“There’s a few places.” Jay nervously clears his throat. “I don’t know what I was looking for when I found this website. It’s called.. tumblr, something like that.” He types into the search bar, skin wrinkled between his eyebrows.

“What’s smut?” Heeseung asks, following the letters appearing on the screen.

“Oh..” Jay pauses, hitting the backspace bar. “It’s a type of fanfiction, but that doesn’t really matter.” He mumbles, eyes shifting before he hits the key to load the next page.

“Tumblr Enhypen fanfiction.” Heeseung reads out loud, motioning to the first link on the page. “This isn’t going to be about me and you falling in love, right?”

“No, that’s not much of a thing on here.” Jay opens the page, face lit up by the computer screen in his dimly lit suite. “How do I explain.. our fans write stories that anyone could read. To easily imagine themself as the main character.”

“How?” Heeseung leans in closer, moving the mouse. “Look, this one's about four of us and.. a female reader?”

“Young, Dumb and Full of C—yeah, I’m sure that’s an interesting read.”

Heeseung opens the tab in a new page, missing the sarcasm in Jay’s tone. “What are these warnings about? It’s porn??”

Knock knock knock.

“Shit, hold on.” Jay stumbles to get away. Cheeks heating up from reading a few of the listed warnings. He pulls the door open, groaning when Jake and Sunghoon cheer. 

“What is this?! Asshole day?!”

“Hey! You said that we could come over and hang out whenever since you got the suite!”

“I never said that.”

“Really?” Jake pulls him into a headlock, getting their noses much too close together. “Guess I heard you wrong.”

“Hey! No fair, Heeseung’s already here!” Sunghoon announces, moving past the two of them starting to grapple.

“Oh, is that so?!” Jake shouts, kicking the door shut. Wrapping around Jay from behind to trap his arms, clasping his hands together behind his head. “The hell are you doing in here with Heeseung and no shirt on.”

Heeseung grabs the other chair, pointing for Sunghoon to take a seat. “We’re going to read porn that our fans wrote about us.”

“Wait..” Sunghoon’s cheeks instantly flush, gripping onto the back of the chair.

“Oh, sounds fun.” Jake says, releasing Jay and stealing his seat. “Haven’t done this in ages.”

“What?” Heeseung’s head snaps, squinting at Jake squeezing onto the same seat with Jay. Thighs overlapping as they squish together and share a look of annoyance. 

“Everyone looks up fanfic about themself, come on. We wouldn’t be doing this right now if that wasn’t what you were trying to do.”

“Jongseong, you too?” Sunghoon quips. Eyeing how close his friends are sitting, jealousy etched between his eyebrows.

He shrugs, ramming his shoulder into Jake’s. “If I’m bored enough.”

“Shall we boys?” Jake smirks, leaning forward. “I think we should read out loud.”

He snorts reading out the first line of dialogue. Pigtails, he doesn’t even like pigtails. “Wait, this is actual porn.”

Jay hums, nudging him to continue. “We’re pornstars in this. That’s creative.”

“How do engenes come up with this shit.” Sunghoon uncomfortably clears his throat. Sinking into the chair as Jake continues to read. Mostly skimming with a few ‘blah blah’s mixed in.

“Jaemin? Isn’t he from NCT? I thought this was about us.” Heeseung pipes up, folding his hands over his stomach.

“Gangbang?!” They all say simultaneously, repeating after Jake.

“Oh, we’re new guys… for a group scene.” Jake smirks. “I even have an Australian accent.” He chuckles, scooting forward to read better, shifting more onto Jay’s lap. 

“Wouldn’t it be crazy if we actually were pornstars? Instead of idols, and we became friends like this.” Heeseung mumbles, eyes wide as he really thinks about it. “I guess at some point in my life I considered it.”

“Don’t we all have that thought?” Jake says under his breath, rucking back against Jay’s crotch. “I could never last long enough. Porn pussy is different..”

Sunghoon swallows, rubbing at his neck. “Isn’t this weird guys? Next thing, one of you is gonna start jacking off.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Jake whispers, continuing to scroll. “Oooh, this Engene must have a liking for Heeseung, he’s trouble.”

“We’re fucking on a bus?” Jay leans in closer, gingerly setting his palms down on Jake’s hips. Eyes shifting to the other two to make sure they’re too engrossed with the words on the screen. “A real bus, this is some kinky shit.”

“Oh, Chikan.” Sunghoon’s deep voice sounds, squeezing his Adam’s apple between two digits. “I’ve watched a few videos like that..”

‘I expect you to cum multiple times too, on her face, tits, ass, panties, make a fucking mess alright?’

Jake reads, letting out a low whistle. “Am I losing it, or this is kind of..”

“Hot.” Heeseung says, moving around in his seat to find a more comfortable position. Something to calm the itch budding between his thighs. “It’s interesting..”

“The big one, the ringleader.”

Jake smirks, peering over at his friend. “That’s you.”

“Keep reading.” Sunghoon mutters, chin tucked. 

‘No one in this industry can take cock like our little princess.’

The room feels stuffier as Jake continues to read out loud despite the low brr of air conditioning blowing. It shouldn’t actually be this hot to read the private thoughts their fans must have about them, but it’s hard to not imagine such detailed work. Easily drifting into the story as they think about it, the lives they could have had if they weren’t idols. Choosing to do something the complete opposite of their perfect image. So lewd, degrading of women, fucking like animals without apology.

‘You should be careful little one.’

Jake reads his line, gripping at the edge of the desk as he thinks about the waist he should be constricting around instead. He presses down on the hard-on chubbing up between his ass cheeks, lips pulled over his teeth. 

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

“Would I really say that?” He grins, sneaking a look at Jay’s flushed face over his shoulder. Cockily lifting his eyebrow. “I sound so aggressive.”

‘Don’t even fucking think about it.’

“Damn Hoon, that’s harsh..” Jake can’t help but to huff a small laugh out. Body growing hotter with each word. Biting at his lip as his eyes flutter open and shut again, he rolls his butt in a circle. Held in place by Jay’s knee jerk reaction grabbing tightly onto his hips.

“This is..”

“Should I continue?” Jake asks breathily after reading his next line about wanting to cum inside of you. His head heavy and hot with the body pressed against his lower half, the idea of sharing a girl with Jay. 

Sunghoon coughs, pressing the heel of his palm against the tent formed in his pants. “Yeah, hurry up. Get to my part..”

‘Here I thought we found ourselves a nice innocent little virgin. What type of virgin gets wet from this, huh?’

‘Nah, she’s soaking.’

The three of them groan when Jake finishes that line, breaking Heeseung’s focus as he looks over at them, eyes widening when he sees their noticeable erections. “What the—“

Sunghoon’s eyebrows wrinkle together as he threatens you in the story, warning you to not let out any screams. He sighs and cups his length through his sweats, shrugging when he meets Heeseung’s gaze. “It’s hot.”

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

“Why am I so mean?” Sunghoon asks amusedly, grip tightening around himself. 

“I guess that’s what our fans want.” Heeseung’s eyes drag from his friends face down to where he’s stroking himself through his pants. Averting his gaze to his own lap and frowning. Sure, the story is doing something to him, budding some heat and tingles inside of his stomach and chest. But he hasn’t even been in it much.. and this was his idea!..

‘Don’t fuck her without me.’

“Would be cool to actually do this..” Jake reaches back, running his fingers down Jay’s stomach. Trailing down to the elastic waistband of his shorts. “Why haven’t we thought about this yet? Sharing a girl sounds like some shit we’d have done by now.”

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

“Woah.” Sunghoon tries to whine quietly. Reaching past the waistband of his sweats. He fully wraps around his length, throat bobbing up and down.

“That’s good.” Jay croaks, throat tight. Nodding for Jake to continue venturing inside of his boxers, to jerk him off the same way he has a few lonely nights on tour. “Sounds like me.”

‘Tighter than a fucking virgin.’

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

“Ah, fuck.” Jay groans, hips jumping when Jake’s thin long fingers squeeze around his engorged cock. Sliding his hands to the front of his pants, he works to unzip them. Making Jake’s voice stagger, twitching against him when he finally manages to free his size. “K-keep going.”

Heeseung tries to ignore what’s happening right next to him. Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks around to his other side. Eyes jumping from the ceiling to the wall. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea..

‘The harder you try to put up a fight..’ he hisses, unleashing his fully aroused length. ‘The harder I get.’

‘It’s so fucking cute how you keep whining.’

“Fuck, I’m so hard.” Sunghoon’s teeth grit together. Slipping against his seat until his back is pressed to the back at an awkward angle. Shamelessly fisting his cock, rubbing precum down his length.

Heeseung sighs, reading faster as Jake stammers and takes deep breaths. Bouncing back against Jay who couldn’t look more in ecstasy, head dropped back and mouth hung open.

‘It’s perfect and beautiful on screen, but really the best view for Heeseung.

Watching on this entire time, he could rip out his tongue by now. Suffering the more he waits and waits and waits.’

That’s exactly how he feels. Waiting for this to hit, wondering why he’s not as turned on as his members who can’t control themselves enough to at least wait until after they finish reading.

‘It’s a new feeling to get hard watching over his friends have their way with a girl he knows they’ve all beat off to numerous times.’

Isn’t that ironic..

“We’re fucking her pussy, a-at the same time.” Jake moans, squeezing and tugging at Jay’s cock the way he knows he likes it best. Pushing down against each throbbing vein, messily spreading all of his leaking precum. A sloppy and wet handjob, no finesse, bordering on painful. 

“We n-need to try that.” Jay groans, using both of his hands to jerkily shake Jake’s cock around. A degrading way of taunting him, making the tip of his size smack against his stomach. 

“It’d be so tight.” Slamming a hand against the desk, he folds. Pushing the screen towards Sunghoon with his other hand. “You r-read.”

Sunghoon quickly shakes his head, giving Heeseung a look full of desperation. His tongue clicks as he reaches for the laptop, collecting a wad of saliva to swallow. Throat suddenly dry as he scans the screen and tries to pick up where Jake left off. “Uh..”

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

“Ah, shit.” Sunghoon lifts his hips, shoving his sweats beneath his ass. Falling back down against the seat as he pumps his cock faster. “Please hyung, k-keep going.”

Heeseung hates the way this his dick twitches at the sound of Sunghoon’s raspy tone. Quickly looking away from the pink blooming on his cheeks, he clears his throat.

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

‘Fuck—I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming.’

“Fuck!” Jay practically shrieks, wrapping around Jake’s middle as he really works to squeeze and torture his length. Messily shoving his hips up to fuck into his friends hand wrapped around him, leaking copious amounts of precum making the glide feel so close to a real pussy. “I’m c-close.”

“Yeah?” Jake says with bared teeth. Dropping his head back on Jay’s shoulder, breathing harshly against his cheek. “Make a mess all over my hand Jongseong.”

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

Heeseung ignores the loud noisy groans coming from his right side. Head shaking as he pretends that Jay didn’t actually just splooge all over Jake’s hand. That the two of them haven’t been jerking each other off almost this entire time. That Sunghoon’s not biting down on the bottom of his shirt, slapping his cock against his washboard abs. 

‘Gonna fuck your little virgin ass.’ He grins, popping the tip in and out between your parted lips. ‘So you better get me all nice and wet, or it’s going to hurt you real bad baby.’

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Sunghoon practically shouts. Chest convulsing, beating his cock faster. 

Heeseung thickly swallows again, wiping at sweat on his upper lip. Trying to tune out Jake’s whiny cries, how he actually sounds pretty the closer he gets to reaching his release.

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

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

He has to stop to take a deep breath after reading that line. Gripping onto the desk as he looks at his crotch, fully hard now, making him more annoyed that everyone's had their fun except for him.

Sunghoon lets out a gurgled moan as Jake throws his head back and a stream of white jumps from the tip of his cock. Landing on the wall and desk. Heeseung has to force himself to look away. Slamming a hand down on his length to keep himself satiated with light friction as he reads on. 

‘Keep talking like that..’ he mumbles, going in faster with each thrust. ‘I’ll seriously never let you walk again.’

‘Yeah? Then do it.’

Sunghoon lets out a howl, hunching forward with one hand slapping down on the desk. Hard cock dripping with precum, practically drooling with it. “Fuckfuckfuck hyung, p-please!

Heeseung can’t deny that he feels dizzy now, vision blurring over the more that Sunghoon calls out for him like this. He’s used to it, but never like this. So pathetic and wanton, as if he’s begging for his hyung to finish him off himself..

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

He has to look, can’t help himself but to look. Right as cum shoots out of Sunghoon’s cock, flying high enough to hit him under his chin. Thick pink lips hung out as drool forms at the corners and his eyes disappear behind wrinkled shut eyelids. Throwing his body back on the chair as another stream shoots out and hits the desk. 

Heeseung bites down to contain a whimper, nostrils flaring. Shoving away any thoughts as he refocuses and continues to read. Come on, when the fuck is it his turn.

‘Too bad.’ Heeseung pushes off one of the poles, arms that had been snuggly crossed on his chest falling to his sides. ‘Want you all to myself now.’

Fucking finally.

Without a second thought he pushes his pants and briefs down, licking up and down his palm before he grips himself. Letting out a huge sigh of relief as tension fades away from his neck and shoulders and he sinks into his chair. Pulling at his length, he silently reads on to himself.

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

Fuck. It would be insane to experience this. Not that he ever could, not anymore as an idol. Not even as a civilian would he ever be able to fuck in public like this. The thought of acting so obscenely without any shame, no concern for anyone. Of humiliating an innocent victim.. it’s hitting him in a way he’s never felt before. Tingling up and down his spine as he rucks against his fist, breathing through his nose and gritting his teeth. 

‘The moans you let out only drive him to fuck into you more violently, filling you with each inch of his thick long cock. He crushes you in, lungs squished by your legs being completely folded. The position allowing him to hit balls deep.’

God it’d be so good. To fuck like a beast, use and destroy some little fuck hole cocksleeve. His fans would be on their knees begging, selling their souls to be the one granted one chance to be with him. 

Heeseung can’t help the smile that twitches at his lips. The amount of engenes that would cry to know what his cock feels like, to get fucked by their favorite idol. They’d never be able to take another dick without comparing, wishing he’d give them another chance.

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

He’s never talked to a hook up like this, let alone an ex-girlfriend. Keeping dirty talk in bed more respectful, he likes to envision himself acting different. The Heeseung his fans want him to be, meaner, crude.. more dominant.

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

He’s really fucking. Pounding the fuck out of whatever fan is reading this shit, probably rubbing one out the same way he is. That thought rushes through him from spine to balls, arching as he tries to read to the end, vision blurring as words jumble together.

Good. Little. Fucking. Slut.

Heeseung has to fuck like this now, can’t continue living without giving himself a chance to live out someone’s wildest fantasy about him. Without fucking some whore the way she deserves. He groans, thumb rubbing back and forth across his slit, Adam’s apple on full display as he tosses his head back. Letting out a deep guttural moan, he wraps around the head of his cock, eyes pinching shut as he cums. 

Sticky wet warmth seeps between his digits. His head shakes from side to side, hips jumping with each spurt rushing, balls clenched tight. “Holy fucking shit!”

He falls limply against the chair, eyes wide staring at the screen. Disbelief running down his face, this didn’t really happen..

“Damn, you really enjoyed that hyung.” Sunghoon smirks, eyes dragging down the length of his body. 

“I think we all did.” Jake announces, exiting the bathroom appearing to have freshened up.

“It was,” Jay shrugs nonchalantly. “Alright. I’d give it a reblog.”

Heeseung looks at the three of them with a look of disgust for a moment. Reaching to shut the laptop with his clean hand, he pauses. “We have to try that.”

“W-what?” Sunghoon asks, choking on his saliva. “You mean.. a gangbang?”

Jake snaps his fingers, nodding and pointing at Heeseung. “I’m already ahead of you twin. I know exactly what you mean.”

“But how?” Jay piques curiously, also freshened up. Sporting a new pair of shorts, possibly from making a cummy mess all over his previous pair.

Jake laughs, eyebrows going up and down. A devious sparkle in his eye as he looks at the three of them. “I have an idea.”

smut warnings. dubious consent but consented(more so sexual coercion at first), fingering, oral, throat fucking, praise/degradation, Heeseung has subby moments but mostly dominates, spanking, rough unprotected sex, slick, heat sex, breeding, cum inflation, knotting, biting. a big horny mess, enjoy🖤

Summer time means everyone hangs out at your house, staying up late, blasting music loud enough to piss the neighbors off, leaving chlorine foot tracks stamped around the backyard concrete. The smell of sunscreen and alcohol your brother used to have to sneak out of your parents bar combined with confectionery sweets after running to catch the ice cream truck melting beneath sweltering heat, remnants of barbecue ash and fire logs; the few things you dreamt of more and more as the semester’s end approached.

Summer time used to mean longingly staring from your bedroom window as your brother would scream and laugh with his friends and various girls that would pass through, the house reeking of all types of pheromones after; making it obvious when he threw parties even after your parents would forbid it.

But this summer will be different, because you’re finally ready to make a move on your long-time crush. Ideally you would prefer for him to approach you first, but the thing is…

Jay’s too cool. To begin with, he’s hardly ever acknowledged your existence other than being Jake’s younger sister. He may think you’re too naive, innocent, maybe even weird with the amount of times he’s caught you staring at him wistfully, but everything would change soon.

As Jay sits on the ledge of the pool dousing his skin in sun oil, you can’t stop yourself from staring, albeit doing your best to remain inconspicuous behind the poolhouse while pretending to browse for your favorite towel. Staring at people is rude, you remind yourself, but your intentions aren’t..

“You know he hates how you do that.” Large palms come around your waist, dipping lower to pinch at your sides causing you to jump up straight in surprise.

“Heeseung!” You hiss, smacking his prodding fingers away. “What do you mean by that?? Hates when I do what?”

Rolling his eyes, Heeseung motions back and forth between his eyes and the direction where Jay sits. “Stare much?”

“I’m not staring at him!” You quickly mutter, grabbing whatever towel to cover yourself up with. “Besides I—- wait, what do you mean he hates it when I do that?!”

Breaking into a grin he reaches to pull the ends of the towel hanging from your shoulders closer, hugging the warm cotton around you. “You’re not good at this whole secret crush thing are you?”

“It’s..” you grouch, pursing your lips annoyed. “I don’t have a crush on anyone.”

“A cute little pup love.” Heeseung taps your nose. “Pup.”

“Don’t call me that.” You fuss, smacking his hands away once again. “Has Jay ever said anything about me staring or something?”

Heeseung hums, rubbing at his chin sarcastically. “I mean, yeah..”

“Really??”

He laughs, pinching your cheek softly. “Calm down pup, he’s definitely mentioned before something about ‘Jake’s little sister stares too much.’”

“Oh..”

“Don’t think too much about it, pup.” Throwing an arm around your shoulder, he nods, pinching your chin to look at him. “It’s natural wolf instinct is all. You’re an Omega now, hormones are bound to go crazy, but Jay’s no typical Alpha you know.”

“What do you mean?” 

Heeseung smiles, examining the worry in your eyes as wheels spin in your mind to decipher what the hell he’s talking about. “Jay’s… experienced. He came out of the womb howling at the moon, if you catch my drift.”

Lack of catching becomes evident by the way you go near cross eyed, staring up at the Alpha full of more confusion. “Innocent, freshly presented Omegas aren’t really his style. Jay.. he’s been around town more than a few times, are you starting to understand pup?”

Heeseung sighs, gesturing ahead to one of the Omegas splashing around in the pool giggling loudly while Sunghoon continues to chase her around, vocalizing the threat of untying her bikini top. “Like her, she gets around. Not really my type,” he swiftly skirts over your intrigued expression, following your gaze back to the Omega flouncing around with an arm across her chest squeaking out in a high-pitch to give her swimsuit back. “But look at the way Jay’s eating her up, bet he wants her.”

Heeseung’s right, you observe peering back and forth between where the object of your attention sits, leaned back on his palms with a cocky smirk; completely focused on the robust giggling Omega slowly approaching him, still topless at that.

“She knows what he wants.” Heeseung continues. 

“Maybe.. maybe I could ask Jake to help me.” You muse, tilting your head in observation. “Like you know.. he can tell Jay I like him and—“

“Absolutely not.” Heeseung turns you to face him, glaring at you seriously. “Trust me, your brother cannot know that you want to fuck one of his best friends.”

Spluttering, you shove at the Alphas chest. “I didn’t say all that!”

“Yeah, but that’s what you want, right?” He grins, pinching your chin again to nod your head. “Little horny pup wants big Alpha Jay to plow her into next week.”

“Heeseung!” Charging at him, he laughs tugging you in closely to avoid your balled up fists.

“I’ll help you, we don’t have to involve Jake.”

“You’ll help me? How?”

Heeseung rubs down your spine, glancing toward the topless Omega now sitting on Jay’s lap. “You trust me, right?”

“I guess..” you shrug annoyedly, frowning at the scene of your crush squirting sunscreen into his palms to smear onto a very naked Omega. “Why can’t that be me?”

Rolling his eyes, Heeseung returns your focus back to him. “It will be, after I show you how to please an Alpha like Jay.”

“Show me?”

Heeseung nods, cocking an eyebrow as you look at him hesitantly. “How many guys have you kissed?”

“Three..”

He glares more, emitting a soft growl from his throat.

“Ok…one—but, it’s been awhile.”

“You think Jay wants a girl that doesn’t even know how to kiss when he has big and bouncy throwing herself at him?” Heeseung turns you back to watch as the Alpha in question lays down his moves, falling into the water only to press against the Omega threateningly, commencing a flirty back and forth game of splashing at each other.

“No..”

“Exactly, which is why I’m gonna help you.” 

Turning back to face him, you nervously scratch your nape, eyeing the Alpha curiously. “You’d do that for me? Jake doesn’t have to know?”

Heeseung bites down on his lip to stop a hiss from escaping, in disbelief for a moment that you would actually fall for his plan. “No one has to know, it’ll be our secret.”

“Okay..” unsure what he still means you quickly scan around, noting your brother’s been heavily distracted by a pair of twin Omegas he won’t shut up about these days. “What do I need to do?”

Heeseung smiles, stepping backward toward the sliding doors leading inside of your house. “I’ll show you.”

He’s well familiar with your house, having spent most afternoons and vacations staying over since Jake has the best game set-up out of their crew. Bouncing his eyebrows at you mischievously he nudges into your side, directing you to move ahead toward your bedroom upstairs.

“I’m kind of confused still.” You admit, anxiously shuffling to sit without making eye-contact. Heeseung chuckles plopping down by your side, arm slinging back over your shoulder to keep you pressed against him. 

“I’m gonna teach you how to seduce Jay.”

“How?” You fret, swallowing the dry itch away from your throat as he leans in close enough to feel the fan of his next breath caress your Cupid’s bow. 

“For starters, come kiss me.” 

“Huh?!” You jump back, staring at him like he just grew five heads. Heeseung grunts, rolling his eyes.

“You want Jay to fuck you or what?” He asks almost boredly, shifting back to rest on his palms. “I’m trying to do you a favor, as your friend.”

“It’s..God, what the fuck.” Crossing your arms you huff, gnawing at your bottom lip as you mentally weigh out the pros and cons. 

Heeseung has a point, he is your friend.. somewhat. Being the closests to Jake ever since you were kids, you almost thought of him as a second brother, but that’s weird now. Shaking that thought away, you continue to process the negative aspects of this predicament. 

On one hand, he is pretty trustworthy.. he never did snitch on you about that one time he walked in on you kissing Sunoo the summer before your Freshman year. Heeseung’s always been a little nicer to you than the rest of your brothers friends, even sneaking food to your bedroom from the parties Jake said you weren’t allowed to attend. 

It couldn’t hurt much just to try, right? Who would know what Jay wants more than one of his boys. They must share secrets amongst themselves and gossip worse than girls in those gym locker rooms after a game of basketball. Heeseung clears his throat as you dwindle into another minute of silence, tilting his head to the side as if to ask ‘well?’.

“Okay..”

He laughs, shaking his head side to side, tongue lapping his lips leaving behind a sheen of spit to entice you further. “I told you what to do.”

“Right.” Dry swallowing again, you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. It’s only Heeseung, he wants to help you, not judge you for your lack of finesse and experience. “I’m nervous.” You huff, shoving pieces of loose hair behind your ears out of anxious habit.

“Hey.”  he reaches to pinch your cheek, something he’s done since you were kids. “It’s just me pup.”

Heeseung smiles softly, sitting up straight to lean in closer to where your face stays half hidden with your chin tucked into your neck. “Give me a kiss.”

At this proximity you can count each tiny pore lining the slope of his nose, invisibly tracing the dips above his upper lip leading to a thin perfectly shaped pink pout. He waits patiently, mimicking your actions and taking the moment to absorb each of your delicate features up close despite his wolf urging him to lunge forward and devour your bee-stung chewed over lips.

Apprehensively you shift forward enough for your budding lips to brush together faintly, eyelashes fluttering shut rapidly before arching your neck further to press in and slot between the seam sealing him shut. 

Heeseung’s lips feel soft initially, smooth and plumper than you’d expect from looking at them. Unmoving, he allows for you to work your mouth against his, cautiously rubbing between the ridges lining both of your fleshy pouts. It’s less awkward than you’d have assumed, the weight of nerves leaving your chest the more you lean in to capture his lips between yours with extra force, driven by your own need to be good, to impress and hear that your efforts weren’t futile.

“Hmm..” resting your forehead against his, you stare down at his lap, continuing to keep your gaze lowered as you calm to catch your breath. “Was that good?”

Heeseung’s eyes stay lowered as well, sucking at the sides of his tongue to discreetly lather his throat before speaking and risking the chance of his voice cracking while also hoping you’re somehow too naive to understand what that twitch under his zipper could mean.

“Not bad.” He notes, smoothly returning to lean back on his palms. “You’ll need to do much better for Jay though, it’s definitely giving— my only kiss came from a guy that shares his lip gloss with me now.”

Scoffing, you shove at his shoulder, the two of you falling into a playful laughter now that you feel more comfortable; as you should have expected, Heeseung would never judge you for being a late bloomer.

“Well, help me!” You groan, falling back on your bed. “That’s all I got!”

“It’s enough.” He muses, laying back on an elbow to hover above your face. “Like I said, not bad, but kissing is more than just mouth to mouth resuscitation. It’s about the light touches..” bending closer he traces up the planes of your stomach, digits tickling up to the path dipping between your chest. “The sounds and soft shared breaths, even the occasional bump of teeth when it’s too good to pull away. The desperation for a taste of more..”

Heeseung licks at his lips, following the accelerating rise and fall of your chest. “Close your eyes.” He stills, peering up at you until you nod and your eyes fall shut. “I want you to pretend I’m Jay.”

Mentally screaming at himself, he keeps up the act. “When you kiss me, think about all the times you’ve dreamt of his touch, his body pressed to yours, his skin rubbing against you..”

The furrow between your brows gives away your struggle to do as he says, knowing all too well that the Alpha touching you isn’t the one you’ve lusted after since your first round of puberty. 

Heeseung knows it's a ridiculous suggestion but keeps at it, leaning in closer to breathe across the center of your throat, the tip of his nose bumping along your chin. “These are the things you’ll remember later when you’re all alone, when you can’t sleep, when your thoughts become consumed by desire.” 

Rough pads of his fingers graze across the mounds of breast seeping from the top of your bathing suit, soft lips whispering their way up your jawline. “When Jay wakes up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, he’ll remember your supple skin, the dizzying scent of your perfume, the gasps of air you struggle for between his lips.”

As if on command, Heeseung traps your chin, locking your lips together before you can recuperate your mind from drifting away imagining each description.

Even the first press of his lips has your back arching up, reaching to grab onto anything as he glides against your easily parted mouth. It’s all bated breath, shared spit slicked tips of tongue, noses gently brushing together the more you lean into it. 

Heeseung has to stop himself from crushing his weight flat on you, keeping the kiss tame for now. Time will come for more, as long as he can keep this up. Adjusting your position he tilts more to the side, capturing your mouth at a new angle, tongue swiping between your lips teasingly, releasing soft groany moans the more you ease into his movements and squeeze at the dip in his waist. One of your thighs shifts up to slot between his, pulling yourself in even more as if to invite him to taste every crevice inside of your mouth.

The jerk in his boxers has him gulping, breaking the kiss with a few pecks to calm your thirst. He pulls back breathing out a sigh against your now much more red lips, blood rushing to them pulsing with need. “Good?” Sitting back on his elbow, he licks over the remnants of your taste left behind, biting back a smile as you lay there with your eyes shut still feeling over your lips to retrace every motion.

“That was..” nodding you sigh dreamily, squishing your swollen bottom lip between two fingers. “I get what you mean now.”

“Of course you do, pup.” Heeseung gets up to open your closet, drawing you to sit up quickly in alarm and ask what he’s doing.

“The way you dress will never impress Jay.”

“I have to change the way I dress too?” 

Heeseung hums, sorting through different frumpy garments hung up in your closet with a disappointed expression tugging his features down. “You want Jay to like you, right?”

“Shouldn’t he like me for me?” You frown, following his movement to organize your clothing the way you had it. 

He laughs, sounding out an ‘uh huh!’ As he reaches the back corner of your closet. “If that was the case we wouldn’t be here, now would we?”

Turning back to you, he holds a dress up to your chest, picturing the much too short material barely covering your ass. “This will do, we’ll have to make a trip to the mall tomorrow though.”

“I haven’t worn this since middle school, probably doesn’t even fit me anymore, He—“

“Nu-uh-uh.” Heeseung interrupts, tapping your nose condescendingly. “Why am I helping you if you won’t even listen? Now put this on, trust me.”

Sighing, you shrug mumbling again that it won’t fit you before glaring at him. “Get out!” 

The Alpha laughs, stepping out of your closet to raid your drawers. “Not a single pair of red or black panties.” His tongue clicks, picking out a pair of lacy baby blue underwear. “This will have to do.”

Heeseung settles back on your bed glancing around your room. He’s been in here a few times, often just to bother you, pretend he needed help with an assignment, make up excuses of needing to hide out from aggressive Omegas that didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. 

The truth is, he enjoyed your company, maybe too much. Not enough for Jake to ever become suspicious, Heeseung hadn’t considered you much more than a friend until recent years as you began to develop and break out of your shell more, easily falling into banter with him without flushing shyly. The innocent friendship you’d fallen into only made him more curious about you, that's how he noticed the way you’d constantly stare at Jay like some starved puppy.

He already knew Jay could give a fuck about you, using your presence as a punchline to make another joke. You could do better than Jay anyway, an Omega as sweet and angelic as you, too pure and lovely for some asshole Alpha like that to fuck up. Heeseung wouldn’t have that, not when he’s here determined to be the first to ruin you, Jake’s adorable little sister.

“I can’t wear this!” You huff, shoving open the closet door with your hip to conceal your figure behind your arms. “It’s way too tight.”

“Oh..” he blinks rapidly, sitting up straight, jaw failing to stay shut as he takes in your body hugged beautifully by the white cotton material. “It’s perfect, you look..”

“I look like a slut.”

Heeseung smiles, picking up the blue panties he chose for you. “Exactly, Jay’s type. Put these on too, we need to get back out there before your brother comes looking for me.”

“Did you touch my underwear?!?” 

Heeseung twirls the thin material around his finger, tossing them at your chest. “I’ll head down first.” Without sparing you another look he steps out, quietly shutting your bedroom door with his back pressed against the nearest wall to let out the deep breath he’s been holding in, immediately reaching into his boxers to adjust his aching length.

Fucking hell. 

Heading back down he strolls into the kitchen cooly, pretending to have just come from the bathroom. Jay sits across from him showing off how the Omega from earlier is already blowing up his phone with desperate text messages begging him to come over tonight.  

He doesn’t deserve you, not one bit. Heeseung taps his fingers against his thigh, looking around at the crowd that’s dwindled down to only his close friends, distracted as he spots you emerge from the dark hallway and bounce your way into the kitchen.

Jake does a double take upon your greeting, shoulders stiffening up while you smile and wave and make your way to the fridge. “What the fuck.” He mutters under his breath, scraping his chair across the floor as he pushes away to drag you out of there.

“Hey Jay!” You approach, handing him a chilled bottle of water. “Thirsty?”

The Alpha stays concentrated on his phone, reaching out to grab the bottle from your hand. “Thanks, uhm..” eyes drift your way, snapping back to fully take in your appearance. “..uhh.”

Heeseung bites down grinding his teeth as Jake grabs you by the crook of your elbow, successfully tugging you out of the room before Jay can fully process what just happened. “Was that Jake’s sister?”

Sunghoon draws his eyebrows up and down, slapping the other Alphas bare bicep. “Looks like she’s really filled out, huh?”

Jay opens his mouth to agree, dropping shut upon Jake’s return sporting an annoyed face. “Sorry about that guys, anyway.” Continuing his conversation with Sunghoon about some upcoming basketball game, Heeseung notices Jay peering toward the hallway you disappeared into, clearing his throat before returning to browse through his phone.

“I gotta drop the kids off at the pool.” Heeseung stands up, smirking as his friends' disgusted grimaces. “If you know what I mean.”

“Sick dude, we aren’t a bunch of girls, you don’t have to announce it every time you gotta take a dump.”

Shrugging, he laughs and scratches his neck nervously as he steps out in search of your bedroom once again.

Heeseung discovers you smoothing your palms down the front of your dress with a dumb smile stretching your lips wide, biting back a scowl as he enters and shuts your door.

“Hee?”

“Yeah, there’s something I just remembered.”

“What is it?”

Jay’s surprised face flashes through his head, moving closer to cup your cheeks he squishes them in for your lips to pout out, mirroring the action by lodging his mouth against yours; tongue instantly gliding out to trace across the seam of your lips. The little shocked gasp you release allows him to dive in, tongue swirling past your teeth to lap against yours.

Heeseung kisses differently this time, taking full control of his strength over you by rolling along the roof of your mouth, saliva blending together the more he bends in forcing your neck to arch back. It’s still enough to have your eyes fluttering shut, moaning between the first suck around your tongue, his lips vacuuming around your muscle igniting a new tickle of heat through your chest, something unfamiliar yet addicting.

It’s messy, crashing your mouths together between lost air, spit dripping down your chins smearing together, his nose smashed into your cheek, and his palms easing down to rest at the sides of your neck adding a gentle squeeze. Heeseung can’t help but want to grip around your throat, watch your eyes roll up, pray for your fists to pound at his chest weakly the more you fight to breathe; but that will have to wait. Slow, baby steps..

He pecks softly, keeping your head held up by your weakened neck attempting to roll off your spine, hazy from the unexpected heated kiss leaving your mouth parted open chasing after more. 

“Tomorrow, the mall, we’ll find you something to fit Jay’s standards more that your brother won’t throw a tantrum over.” He says quietly, thumb painting the drying spit on your chin. “Sound good?”

“Okay..” half coherently you nod, blinking up at the Alpha who continues to seem unfazed.

“Need you to do something..” Heeseung’s hands drag down, rubbing past your shoulders to your upper arm, ending at your wrists and lifting your knuckles up to brush against his lips. “Tonight, you need to touch yourself.”

The fog clouding your mind immediately dissipates, snapping to look at him fully. “What?!”

Heeseung chuckles, kissing between your digits. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Heeseung! Stop asking me that!” You hiss, smacking his hands off. 

“Be honest with me, you watch porn?”

Another smack to his chest has him laughing, circling your wrists before you can land another hit. “Don’t act so scandalized, I need a general idea of your comfort level, besides, it can be really informative.”

“I..” you hesitate, internally groaning. “Not much, only a few times.”

Heeseung’s tongue clicks, swinging your hands together at your sides. “I figured as much, that's fine though, nothing to worry about. I’ll send you some links later.”

“Links to what?!”

“Correct me if I’m wrong but Jay’s an Alpha, right?” He asks sarcastically, tilting his head to glare at you.

“Yeah..”

“And you’re an Omega?”

“What’s your point?” You huff annoyed, taking a step back to sit on your bed.”

“This may come as a surprise to you but Alphas have this carnal raging sex drive, particularly whenever they even breathe in the vicinity of an Omega.” Raising a finger like some poindexter instructor, he continues while beginning to pace back and forth before you. “In this instance, Jay is most definitely an Alpha with major needs, having presented in middle school while the rest of us were still learning basic wolf anatomy. I told you, he’s like an Alpha on steroids, hormones go bonkers.”

“Why’s that matter..”

Heeseung chides, patting your head to patronize you further. “My sweet baby pup, it means we have a lot of work to do. You’re so lucky to have a friend like me who’s willing to help.”

Slapping his hand away you grumble. “Yeah yeah yeah… fine I’ll try doing that.”

“What was that?” You’ll try doing what exactly?” He halts, peering down at you with his hands on his hips.

“I’ll check out the links..”

“And?”

He stands expectantly, the corners of his lips turned up hiding a smile as you wring your hands and avoid his gaze. “Touch myself.”

“See pup,” he taps your nose, smiling when you don’t move away. “You’re learning so well already.”

“Let’s check out this store first, you dress really..” Heeseung waves around to mask his implication, directing you to follow him ahead into a clearly more modern attire store full of Omegas.

“Really what.” You grunt, tired and irritated from staying up late. Last night hadn’t quite gone as you would have planned. Heeseung indeed sent you a list of links, a few with descriptions such as:

‘Omega struggles to take a fat knot for the first time.’

‘Alpha in rut goes maniacal on a group of helpless Omegas.’

‘Omega squirts streams of slick in class, setting off her professor's rut.’

“Really, you know..” he continues to wave you off, sorting through a rack of clothes. “Cute.”

“What’s wrong with that?” 

“Nothing..” Heeseung says mindlessly, holding up different dresses and tops against your front. “Hmmm, we shouldn't steer too far from your standard look. Some skater dresses, more crop tops, deep V necks to show your figure off more..”

“I just don’t get what’s wrong with being cute..” you sigh, following the Alpha toward the dressing rooms. “Aren’t you Alphas supposed to go all weak in the knees and crazy possessive for a cute Omega?”

Heeseung smiles to himself. If only you understood how right you are.

“Jay’s different.” He reiterates, shoving the pile of clothes in his hold against your chest. “I’ll wait out here.” Nodding to a seat intended for boyfriends and husbands, he sits, foot tapping as if to tell you to hurry up.

Jay’s different.

Heeseung keeps mentioning that, and the more you think it over, the more you wonder what the hell you like about Jay in the first place. 

He’s cute, perfect smile, manly in that dreamy romance novel type of way, really confident, nice voice.. and God such a great ass..

But is any of that really enough of a reason to put yourself through all of this? What can you say you actually know about the Alpha beyond physical attraction..

“What’s taking so long?” Heesung calls, disrupting your inner monologue; his voice much too close followed by a knock on the dressing room door. “Come on, let's see it.”

“Uhm, one second.” 

Rolling his eyes he unlatches the door to enter, shushing the dramatic gasp you let out as he shuts it behind him. “Of course, you forgot to lock it.” He winks, eyeing the dress half pulled up your body. “What have you been doing this whole time?”

“I—“

“Hmm, I don’t like this color on you.” He sorts through the outfits hung up, picking out the shortest of the bunch with the lowest cut on top. “This was my favorite, try this on.”

“Okay, can you get out?”

“I’ll just sit here.” He nods to a small corner bench. “Nothing I haven’t seen before anyway.” Heeseung claps for you to hurry up and change, crossing his arms as you begin to shimmy out of the dress you’d been trying on. “You never texted me back last night.”

“Was I supposed to?” Glancing from corner to corner you wish for something to magically appear from thin air to cover you. Not that Heeseung’s wrong, he’s seen you in underwear by now, bathing suits, even in the morning half-asleep stumbling for the bathroom in nothing but a baggy t-shirt turned inside out. 

“Depends, did you do what I asked?” He eyes you quizzically, assessing any avoidance that would indicate lying.

“Yes..”

He nods, leaning back on the dressing room wall to stretch out his legs, spread out arrogantly. “Did you get off?”

“Hee, isn’t this kind of..”

“No.” He stops you, getting up to circle around you and zip up your dress. “It’s not weird, it’s what you want my help with, right?”

“Right.”

“Exactly.” Adjusting the dress straps, he peers over your shoulder into the mirror, nodding and humming. “This is the one. Now tell me, did you touch yourself?”

“Yes..” 

Heeseung presses to your back, whispering by your ear. “Did you cum?”

Fiddling with your fingers nervously and shaking your head you stare down frustrated. “It’s hard for me when I do it on my own.. I think I need more..”

“Should have texted me.” His tongue clicks annoyed, caressing down your sides to squeeze your hips. “How many did you watch?”

“A few..”

Heeseung grins, smoothing hair away from your shoulder to place a searing kiss on your exposed skin. “Did you like what you saw?”

“It was a lot.” You admit, shivering as he pulls you a step close to him, back pressed to the Alphas chest. 

“Is that what I asked?”

“I liked it..” falling into a whisper, you nod, dropping your face down to hide the shame written across your eyes. “I couldn’t finish though.”

“My poor puppy,” Heeseung cooes, turning your body around to push your chest against a wall, unzipping you open and showing off the smooth definition down your back. “Does it hurt?”

It is exactly what you think it is, pulsating and clenching between your thighs as you silently nod and turn your neck to watch him over your shoulder. He pouts in return, bending in to kiss from your shoulder blade to the top of your spine and blaze a trail of pouty flesh down to meet where your waist curves in, ending at a concave of ticklish skin he kisses at noisily. “I’ll make it feel better.”

Heeseung thought he caught a whiff of your arousal as he sat and watched you demurely wiggle into the dress, avidly avoiding his lustful gaze that burned into your side nonetheless. Gathering the bottom layers together up over the round perk of your ass he bites down on his tongue, quietly sucking back drool from the sides as he cups your hips and squeezes again. “Will you let me?”

“Of course..”

Heeseung has to hide his smirk behind your shoulder, palm sliding inside of your underwear from the back running down the crease of your ass. “Tell me about what you watched..” he whispers, fingers inching lower grazing between your thighs, the first touch against your hole setting shivers off up your spine. “Which one was your favorite..”

“The..” words choke in your throat, burning all over your face as he taps your opening, expelling an embarrassingly loud sound of wetness with each gentle hit. “Uhm..”

“Speak up pup,” pressing close, he licks up the shell of your ear, voice low and raspy. “Not too loud, don’t wanna get kicked out.”

“The uhh.. Alpha rut..” you’re already gasping for your next breath. Heeseung sucks saliva around his tongue, panting against your ear, pelvis pressing to your side creating friction on his growing groin. He knows exactly which one you’re referring to, his favorite really.

“What’d you like about that one?” Behind you his eyebrows wrinkle together, dipping deeper into your underwear to flick your clit. Biting back a curse from how drenched his palm becomes swiping through your folds, bundle of nerves already swollen with need. 

“The..” sighing, you relax into his touch, eyes rolling up and resting your chest against the dressing room wall. “He was so.. desperate.”

Heeseung grunts, nodding into the column of your throat, pinching two fingers around your clit creating a meticulous pointed stimulation that has your toes digging up off the floor. “He was ruthless, rough as fuck. You like that? Liked watching all those horny Omegas get fucked and bred, ripped to shreds, dripping loads of cum?” 

The Alpha can feel your hole pulsate against his wrist, digits swiveling in circles jolting each nerve down your thighs, his low tone growing more nasty and heated the more you drip past his hand and ruin your underwear. “Wanted that to be you? Wanna get treated like a dirty cum dump, fucked over and over again until your legs can’t even shut?”

“Hee..” quickly lifting your hand up, you have to bite down to stop yourself from shouting, whimpering behind teeth digging in. The thought of being manhandled and strewn around like a ragdoll just to satisfy your Alpha makes your thighs quiver, nodding manically and failing to suppress a broken moan as he ruts into your hip; sweeping back smearing wet arousal between your folds and rim around your entrance. 

Heeseung can feel the wet top of his length bulge painfully against his boxers, leaking precum out with each jerk of his hips. “Yeah? I could—“ he pauses, slapped across the cheek by reality, remembering why you’re here to begin with. “Jay… Jay would use you like nothing but a fleshlight, pound your pussy until it breaks.” Shutting his eyes, he grimaces, thankful you can’t see him. “Claim all your holes until you’re stuffed so full baby..”

Breath staggers as his chest caves, dipping the pads of his fingers teasingly into your tight heat. “That’s what you want? Tell me. Tell me you want it.”

“Hee..” the heavy look you give him makes his knees buckle, thrusting forward to rock faster into your side. He pushes in first knuckle deep, teeth grinding together to not break down and let out a cry. You’re so fucking tight, he can’t even imagine how you’d take his cock, sucking around two digits hard enough to fill his fingers full of blood. Thirsty enough to eat him alive, hot velvety walls caged around him like you may never let go. “Want it, want that so bad.”

I want you. 

Heeseung swallows down a whine, leaning forward to steal a kiss, thrusting in and out of your cunt without fully entering. The thought of completely stuffing his fingers inside of you too much, can’t even process how you’d crumble against him, how you’d gaze up at him half-lidded and out of breath; maybe you’d beg for more, maybe reach down and grip his wrist. “Fuck.”

Heeseung moves down without another thought, dragging your panties down to your knees as he falls to his. “Don’t be loud..” he voices huskily, gripping the meat on the backs of your thighs, dryly gulping his own need to growl down. 

Clouds float around his mind, masking everything for a moment as he cups under your buttcheeks and tests the weight; bouncing and squishing as his head clears every voice other than the one of his Alpha shouting to eat you up, bite every centimeter of smooth meaty flesh, lick until you’re dripping down to your ankles.

Heeseung sways for a second, slowly tilting up to find you watching him with glazed over eyes, big and glimmering, staring down at him in anticipation. He wants to say so much, wants to tell you how pretty you look, how good he knows you’ll taste, how he’ll eat you out endlessly until his jaw breaks at the hinges. Instead he leans in, never breaking eye-contact as he presses a kiss the triangular divet at the top of your perky globes. He can see the strain in your neck turning to look at him more, the angle anchoring your spine into a lewd dip that shoves your ass back into his face even more, nose burying between the split making his eyes flutter shut and deeply inhale. 

Fuck you smell so fucking good. Heeseung can’t stop his hips from jumping up, shaking the weight of your butt against his face with fingers buried into your flesh roughly, grip digging deep enough to leave indentations and light claw marks behind. The tip of his nose drags down slowly, taking time to savor the scent hidden between your cheeks, completely neglecting the way you whimper above embarrassed and whining. A tug at his scalp has him rumbling, nose pressing to your rim the harder you pull at the hair on his crown. 

Heeseung licks at the backs of his teeth, too immersed in your scent to even realize how much his dick has started to throb, it actually hurts how badly he wants to feel every inch of you. He will, he thinks, lick up from each toe to the backs of your knees, leaving traces of himself all over before Jay can ever touch you.

With a deep breath he spreads you apart, intoxicated by the proximity of your tight hole clenching around nothing, painted with slick that’s poured down to your knees. Ridiculous how wet you are, all for him, no one else. “So wet, so pretty and drenched..” he mutters drunkenly, dipping in to lick a fat stripe from your clit to your entrance. Gravelly moans slip from his lips, vibrating ripples up your back and weakening your strength; dropping your bottom to press against his forehead as he repeats the motion hungrily. 

Heeseung’s lips pucker out, slurping messily at your hole, making a bigger mess of slick finding new pathways to trail down his chin, past his arched neck and paint driblets of arousal down his throat. Every move is uncoordinated to start, eagerly lapping around the swell of your ringed muscle, more desperate to taste every part of you than breathe right now. Each swipe of his tongue has you panting heavier, head knocking into the wall and teeth finding purchase in your palm to mute your screams. 

“Heeseung…” you say breathlessly, oblivious to the public space you’re in, the pleasure spiraling up your stomach more important than anything. “I’m..”

Catching you off guard, his tongue dips in, fully shoving the fat width in past your hole abruptly with a low groan. Immediately swallowed by your wet heat, the clench around his tongue strong enough to rip it right out of his mouth, and he’d let you. Heeseung thinks he’d do anything for you, just to die between your thighs choking on your decadent slick. 

“Close, so c-close,” you whimper, gyrating down against his parted lips, tongue maneuvering between your walls deliciously. 

Struggling to breathe, his digits dig into your hips, nails scraping into your skin and tugging you down onto his tongue faster. Heeseung groans, tongue-fucking in against your writhing figure, the action draws heat up your chest pushing you over the precipice of pleasure. 

His groin jumps, sadly humping up into the air wishing to withdraw himself and fill you to the brim without a care of where you are, or who your older brother is. In time, in time..

“Hee!” You squeak, sounding overwhelmed and sensitive, music to his ears. Slipping free, he takes a deep breath, quickly returning to clean up your release of slick and plant a kiss on your swollen clit, jolting at the firm press of his lips.

Heeseung has to calm himself, reaching inside of his boxer’s to adjust his pitiful cock, needing to move himself fast before suffering from humiliation of cumming in his pants. Kissing up and down your bottom, he sucks on the perk of your ass, gently tugging your underwear back up into place and lifting himself off his rug-burned knees.

“Made a mess.” He smiles, wondering how he can even feel the littlest bit of shy while still dawning your slick on his chin. “Was it good?” He scratches the back of his nape, assisting you to remove the dress half clinging to your body.

“Yeah..” you mumble dreamily, eyes still shut as you bite away a toothy smile. 

Turning your limbless figure around, he cups your jaw, tilting your head up to gaze at him. “I’ll eat your ass next time too.” Heeseung grins, feeling more confident when your eyes shoot open in shock. “Get dressed, I’ll wait for you outside.”

Lightly pecking your bitten lips, he exits with the dress to purchase, ignoring the few employees restocking racks and shelves that eye him with disgust; overhearing one mumble that the least he can do is wipe the slick off his neck. 

He’d rather soak in your scent for the rest of the day, especially when he’s alone later replaying your sweet moans and fucking into his palm.

Heeseung swipes his card mindlessly, eyeing the dressing room door you step out of with your head ducked, heart rate speeding up when you shyly glance at him and scurry closer to hide by his side. Pulling you under his arm, he laughs at the way you can’t even maintain eye contact with him now, swatting his chest as he leads you out of the store. “Not funny! Everyone was judging us.”

Heeseung hates the way his chest tightens, itching to kiss away the faux-pout on your lips and embarrass you further; more than that he hates how badly he wants to get used to this.

“What if he doesn’t notice me?”

“He could just ignore me again, this is so stupid.”

“I don’t know what I’m thinking Hee, this isn’t me. I feel like an idiot.”

“I can’t wear this, Jake’s gonna kill me.”

“I don’t know, be honest with me, can I pull this off?”

“You look really pretty.” Heeseung interrupts your anxious ranting, forcing a smile and motioning to the dress he picked out for you the other day. He has to swallow back a sigh as you spin around with a huge smile squealing and asking if Jay would notice you tonight. Instead of responding he stands up, smoothing his palms down the front of his thighs. “I should head down before your brother starts wondering why I’m taking so long.”

“Okay, before you go, should I add anything else?” Bouncing up to him, you continue modeling swaying side to side. “Should I add more perfume?” Tilting your head, you elongate your neck, baring the entirety of your throat leading into the dip of your shoulder, collar even more pronounced and defined by the strap held up by your perfectly sculpted frame.

Heeseung’s tongue curls inside of his mouth, the tip running across the fronts of his teeth to withhold the itch passing through his canines. “You smell fine.”

“Fine?!” You scoff, grabbing him by his waist to tug him in closer. “You didn’t even sniff!” 

The Alpha has to hold his breath, nose hovering above your throat much closer, the tip only a mere inch away. “You smell..”

Heeseung inhales slowly, his nose just barely caressing your scent gland but it’s enough to make his brain short circuit. Each nerve in his system feels like a shock of electrocution the more you invade his senses; the power behind each soft note carrying hints of your arousal that he can’t scrub off of his tongue. Not that he’s even tried to.

“Hmm?” You question, becoming light-headed the longer he grazes your throat. Heeseung’s teeth grind, grabbing your shoulders to force himself back. 

“Smells…yeah..” He blinks stiffly, scratching at his nape in an aggressive manner before rushing for your bedroom door. “Shit, think I heard Jake calling for me.” Without another glance he rushes out immediately scurrying down the stairs to find a bathroom far away from you. 

Deep choked breaths fill up the small guest bathroom, flush to the door as he attempts to calm and ignore the pained swell between his thighs. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

Heeseung paces back and forth for a few minutes, rustling through thick chunks of his styled back hair making a few pieces hang over his forehead in a somehow even more attractive manner. He doesn’t want to consider realistic thoughts right now, especially not pertaining to you or how he somehow fucked himself over with this plan.

A drink will solve this turmoil, a few drinks, maybe five or ten, who’s counting? That’s how he ends up in the kitchen for the next hour sulking with a half-empty bottle of vodka. Not even the good kind, he grimaces reading over the blurry sticker he’s been scratching at. Why can’t Jake just keep stealing from his parents, they never noticed anyway.

“Hee! Come on loser!” Speaking of the devil, Jake rushes toward the kitchen, beet red down his neck, flushed and glazed over from throwing back 1/4th of a keg. Dragging him out of the kitchen by his arm, his best friend wiggles his eyebrows devilishly. “These girls wanna play strip ping-pong.”

“Ahh, I’m not up to it.” Heeseung slurs, stumbling into the garage only to find you leaned back on a wall with Jay leaning over your figure, the two of you sharing suspiciously flirty smiles between each other. The red cups in your hands both there more for show as you giggle and continuously smack his chest, dragging your palm to his bicep ending with a squeeze while biting your lip.

Heeseung thinks he might throw up, even going as far as covering his mouth and gagging, earning a concerned and disgusted look from Jake. “Bro, what the fuck.”

“I gotta..” he motions back inside, fast to get away before the room starts spinning but not before meeting your eyes as he reaches the door. The disappointed look in his gaze is hard to miss, distracting you from whatever Jay’s been saying, something about basketball.. baseball… some type of ball.

“I have to use the little girls room, too much to drink.” You grin, making the Alpha snort.

“Light weight, you’ve barely touched your beer.” Rolling his eyes playfully he leans in sweeping your hair behind your ear. “Don’t take too long.”

“Of course, Alpha.” Jay barks out a laugh, stepping aside for you. He’s right though, you’ve barely touched your drink, and you don’t actually need to use the restroom.

Heeseung’s nowhere to be found as you head back inside and run from room to room in search of the Alpha. He couldn’t have left already? He’d been missing most of the night, at least since you’d last seen him in your bedroom. Deciding to check for his car leads you to the Alpha sat alone on your front porch half-asleep leaned against the stair bannister, his head lifting up upon catching a whiff of your scent.

“What are you doing out here?”

Heeseung blinks slowly, sleepy eyes taking their time to look over your confused face, untouched make-up indicating you haven’t been up to anything that would mess it up, and the dress he chose that best complimented your skin tone, hugging your curves in all the right places. Impeccable, of course.

“Hee?” You frown, stepping down to sit next to him. “You okay?”

He wants to say no, licking his lips instead, leaving them shiny with a layer of spit. “Needed fresh air.”

“Don’t tell me you’re fucked up already.” You laugh, nudging against his side. The Alpha can feel a shiver build up his spine, left scolded where your skin pressed to his bare forearm, the light contact enough to crawl an excited itch up his chest.

“Word of advice, stay away from cheap vodka.” He groans, head returning to rest against the stair banister.

“No wonder I couldn’t find you.” You say, looping under his arm to wrap yourself in the Alphas familiar warmth. “I needed your help back there.”

Heeseung’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, relishing in your soft fresh scent drifting around him, surely sticking to his shirt after this. “Why?”

“I think Jay was flirting with me!” You squeal in a whispered tone, bending in closer, setting your chin on his shoulder. “He poured my drink for me.. and said I look really good.”

Ah, there it is, that annoying pang in his chest that won’t seem to stop rearing its ugly head with every mention of Jay now. When the fuck did that decide to happen.

Heeseung forces a lazy smile and nods. “That’s good pup.. you should get back in there.”

“Ah, well,” sighing, you smile shyly. “I’m kind of nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about.” Heeseung sits up without shifting you off, pressing in against your side more. 

“It’s just, you’re right, Jay’s..” you hum, staring up at the star littered sky. “..different.”

“I think he likes you..” Heeseung sighs, biting on the tip of tongue to not sound too disappointed. 

“What?? Why do you think that?”

He shrugs, frowning in thought, the image of Jay smirking and leaning into you to whisper not leaving his mind. Shaking away the thought he reaches for the now flat cup of beer by his feet. “‘Cause you’re pretty.”

You’re really really pretty.. and funny, nice, easy to talk to, even your naive nature comes across charming more than anything..

Heeseung eyes you dejectedly, nodding toward the front door. “Stay confident in yourself, you have nothing to worry about.”

“There is one thing..” you mutter, nervously glancing back at him. “It’s just.. I’ve never..”

Reaching for his thigh you stroke up between the space, palm inching closer to his groin. Heeseung perks up, swallowing a big gulp before raising his eyebrows at you. “You..never, what?”

“We haven’t..” trailing off you reach higher, palm smoothing down his crotch to squeeze him. Heeseung chokes on his spit, coughing and sitting up straight in surprise.

“Right now?!” Clearing his throat he quickly looks back and forth from the heel of your palm pressing into his rapidly growing member to the subtle smile on your lips. “We can’t.. not here!”

“Of course we can.” With a wink you move to sit on your knees between his thighs, pushing them further apart, hands heating up as they glide along the inner expanse. “No one’s coming out here.”

“My car!” Heeseung nearly jumps away from your touch, scrambling back up another stair to get away from your overly eager hands. “Let’s go to my car.” He moves to stand up fast, grabbing you by your elbow to drag you over to where he parked, mostly stumbling as he realizes how drunk he really is.

This is a bad idea. 

Heeseung halts, patting for his key, eyeing you warily. “You sure about this?”

“Alpha, it’s as if you don’t wanna show me how to suck dick.” You leer, crossing your arms expectantly. He immediately splutters, hands raising defensively.

“I absolutely want to show you.” He laughs nervously, cringing to himself as he turns away to open the backdoor for you. “I don’t have any uhm..”

“Condom?” 

“Yeah..”

“Do we need one?” 

Heeseung can feel a sob rise up his throat as you blink at him innocently after asking that, shrugging and climbing into his car. The idea of your wet tongue dragging along the underside of his bare cock has his heart thumping violently, a cold drip of sweat rolling down his spine. He stutters, throat cracking- “Should be fine.”

Don’t be a fucking idiot. 

Following in after you, he has to catch his breath, easing into the backseat next to you as he reconsiders going through with this; but you suggested it in the first place..

“Is there something I should do first?” You interrupt, returning to his side and running a hand up his thigh. “Anything you like that I should focus on?”

Heeseung swallows down a whimper, eyelashes batting up at you with a wide-eyed sparkly gaze. 

Anything you like. He doesn’t want to remind himself that this isn’t for anyone else, you didn’t say specify that anyway..

“Don’t use your teeth,” Heeseung’s nose meets yours, breathing over your lips. “I’m not hard yet.” Crashing into your lips he’s quick to build up a rhythm, pushing in past your mouth and finding your tongue, the taste of alcohol left behind mixing with your saliva. The Alpha grips your hand working you higher up between his thighs, pressing your palm atop the bulge that’s begun to form. “Get me hard and suck my dick.” He rasps into your mouth, urgently rushing back to deepen the kiss.

“How should I do it, Alpha?” You say it again, hollowing the center of his chest with your flirty tone. Heeseung feels dizzy from the alcohol light-headed off your lascivious scent, crashing under waves of humid air filling his car up quickly. “On my knees?”

Fuck.

Hesseung nods rabidly, stretching open his thighs to fix enough space for you to slip down to the backseat floor and feel comfortable. The shift happens seamlessly, sliding down to your knees with ease as if you belong there; judging by the mischievous glint in your gaze he has to believe that maybe you do. So pretty on your knees, teasing slow touches up his thighs and squeezing around the nervous jumps of muscle on the way to his crotch.

“I don’t know how good I am.. I only tried this once before and it was...” You whisper trailing off embarrassed , clearly apprehensive with your next step. Heeseung hums to assure you, half-distracted by the thought of you wrapping your lips around anyone elses cock. He hates it, hates that you’ve ever given yourself to anyone else, undeserving… all of them, every single one. No one deserved to see you this way, so wanton and elated to perform such an indecent act. 

“I’ll walk you through it.” He reassures, reaching to pet your hair softly, silky tendrils slipping between his digits as he scratches through your scalp and pushes them away from your face. “Take it out.”

Breath lodges in his throat when you move fast to unzip his pants, hand tickling his happy trail as it sneaks below too excitedly to grip his size; the other working to tug his bottoms down with assistance from his hips lifting up. “Stroke.. and squeeze around the tip..” 

Heeseung tries to pretend he doesn’t hear your breath catch in your throat, doesn’t see your eyes enlarge and jaw fall open, doesn’t notice the way your thighs squirm together as you draw his length out completely. 

He really wishes he hadn’t seen your lips stretch into a mirthful smile, especially wishing his cock hadn’t twitched so violently as you sigh and trace up his size. “You’re so big, Alpha. Can barely fit my hand around you..”

A cracked whimper echoes when you swipe your thumb across his precum coated slit, mindlessly painting the wet drip around the tip. He wants to watch you struggle to swallow around him, wants to smack the bulge in your throat while you gaze up at him with tear stricken eyes. Make your mouth belong to him, only him.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Heeseung sounds desperate already, hissing between his grinding teeth when you do as he says and blink up at him fast to clear some of the moisture blurring your sight. One hand stays tangled in your crown as his other trails down to your jaw, cupping and digging his digits in until your tongue lolls free. “Yeah.. you look so fucking pretty like this.”

The sound of his meaty length claps against the center of your tongue, growling in his chest as drool pools around his throbbing size. It takes all of his willpower to not fuck straight into your throat until you gag and scratch down his thighs, his Alpha screaming and snapping teeth at him to wreck your slutty mouth; wishing to knot and keep your luscious lips stuck around him. 

“Start sucking pup, nice and slow okay? Don’t rush yourself. Wrap your lips around the tip for me.” Heeseung instructs you to grip around the base of his length, not too firmly, slowly dipping past your mouth gathering around taking him in just past the slit. The visual of your lips circling him all plump and glossy obscene enough to make his heart pound faster. Reaching lower into your hair, he cups the back of your head gently; maneuvering you easily at his will and gradually disappearing inch by inch until you cough around him with a heave emitting spit around the corners of your lips.

“That’s a good puppy,” he grunts, forcing a smile to not break down and out right cry. Half of his length coated in immense wet warmth, your tongue rolling against the bottom, lips suctioning where he holds you steady. “Think you can take it all for me?”

Popping your lips off you stroke the skin blanketing his length, pulling it up and down, watching the tip prod out gleaming in the dark backseat of his car. “…s’really big..” you slur, more from the river that's flooded your mouth. 

“Jay’s bigger.” Heeseung lies, pursing his lips to not laugh. “It’ll be good practice, gag reflex is important.” 

Rolling your eyes you examine how your fingers can’t even span the base, just barely meeting as your stroke up to the tip.

“Like this pup,” wrapping around your grip, Heeseung tightens his fist around yours, applying pressure down to really squeeze his rod. “Don’t be scared, go slow to get your throat used to it. Sound good?”

The Alpha keeps helping you stroke him from base to tip, the head vanishing behind your conjoined hands. “You’re doing good, open up your mouth again for me baby.”

He doesn’t have to ask again, dropping your jaw open without resistance once again, more determined now to try to take as much as you can. Afterall.. you want to learn. 

Humming, he lolls the tip across your upper lip, coating your Cupid’s bow with a thick layer of precum. “Keep your pretty eyes on me..” 

Blinking up you nod, tongue dragged down on your lower lip by the weight of his size sitting heavily. “Try to keep them open, want you to look at me while I fuck your throat. You’re doing so good already.”

Heeseung feels a rumble erupt in his chest, overwhelmed by how compliant you are for him, only making it harder to not glide himself in at his own pace. “Wrap your lips around my cock and relax your throat, I’ll help you ease it in.”

He doesn’t mention that part about your gagging, lurching and coughing around the thick size stretching your jaw wider the closer you reach the groomed patch of hair atop his base. The gurgled sound of spit and trickles spurting out of your mouth only excite him all the more, cock pulsing as you inadvertently suck around him. Determined to swallow every inch you sink down more, collecting spit down your chin and having to stop when the head tickles the back of your throat. 

“Fuck.” Heeseung groans throatily, just watching you attempt to suck him balls deep makes him ache, pulling you off quickly before he explodes down your throat. “Good…s’good, you’re doing so good.”

“Why’d you make me stop?” You whine, lips debauched and raw at the corners from the stretch. It almost feels wrong to see you like this, lips swollen and puffy, chin and chest covered in your own spit.

“You’re too good,” he chuckles, chin dropping to his chest to hide the high blush burning his cheeks. “A natural deep throater.” 

Heeseung doesn’t have to push your head back down, quickly moving to latch your lips around the head you suck down faster, shocking him as you gag and have to squeeze your eyes shut to reach the base. Swallowing and choking around the full length lodged deep in your throat tickling past your tonsils. 

“Oh fuck!” Heeseung jolts, hips thrusting up when your lips press firmly against his pubic hair, forcing your eyes to open up as tears rain down your cheeks. He can’t control himself anymore, palming the back of your head and grinding forward. “Fuck yeah, oh you’re so fucking good.”

Heeseung doesn’t know what it is, your throat constricting around him, the pitiful sounds gasping for air between spit-ridden coughs, the disgusting slurp up and down his length, or your pretty wet eyes opened wide like a perfect fuck doll, his little toy. It’s everything, more than he could have anticipated. Wrenching you away he grips around the base of his cock, smacking the tip down on your parted lips inhaling deep breaths and coughing to clear your lungs. 

“Open wide, wanna see you swallow it.” His length slaps your cheek further prodding you to listen, snapping your eyes shut as the wet heavy weight splashes against your face; tongue hung out ready, needing to please and do good. 

“You like this?” Heeseung gasps a little, chest trembling from the coil in his gut tightening up, constantly pinching roughly around the base of his cock to stave off the orgasm threatening to spill out any minute now. He asks more so wanting to know if you like this as much as he does, judging by the way one of your hands has disappeared between your thighs he can only assume.

“Uh-huh,” without even closing your mouth you answer in a low drawn out tone, dragging the muscle under the girth, teasing the tip with a swirl up the slit. He doesn’t have to control you anymore, watching in awe as you suck around the bulbous end of his length, gazing up beneath half-lidded eyes while you smooth down with more ease. 

“Just like that..” fingers thread their way back into your hair, pressing you lower until an awful sound emits from the back of your throat. Spitting out a string of curses above as he groans and makes you gag around him again, thrusting up to clog your lungs and hear more of your gargled chokes. “Such a good Omega, fuck—“

It’s when he feels your nails scratch down his thighs that he jerks up, pressing your nose deep into his pubic bone fully bottoming out. Breath passes through his nose, mouth hung open letting out a languid pitchy moan. “I’m—I’m gonna—oh fuck!”

Thrusts hit faster, jerking into your mouth sloppily as he cums, keeping you held firmly in place to fill up your throat. It’s too much though, hissing between gritted teeth and setting you free, early enough to catch the tail end of his arousal. The end of it pours down your chin, leaving a streak of creamy white behind on your bottom lip as he falls back drawing out a loud gasp for air. 

“Fuck. What the fuck.” His head spins, having to look away from you, fearful he’ll cum again abruptly like some horny teenager. Repeating whatthefuck over and over again as he tries to come back down, not even noticing when you push up on his thighs to sit back next to him.

“Does that mean I did good?”

Snapping to look at you, he blinks dumbfounded, sure that you’ll be the death of him. How could you even ask that?

He doesn’t hold back, circling your throat and leaning in, licking your chin clean of the remnants of his release. He lets you chase his lips for a second, struggling to resist devouring your mouth and laying you out in his backseat, but you deserve better than that. You’re no easy backseat fuck, proving you’re far beyond more than that time and time again. He needs to clearly see you spread out on your back, lost in your desire and begging to be fucked.

“We should head back inside, Jay’s probably wondering where you disappeared off to..” 

Heeseung’s face drops, forcing his fingers to stay locked together on his lap and not fidget. Needing to distract himself before he says something stupid, maybe not that stupid but something that would ruin the night. Maybe something about how no one’s ever sucked his cock that good before, something about having to bite his fist when you squeezed your eyes shut to not scream out that he thinks he might love you. Nothing like that..

“Oh yeah.” You sigh, brushing through your hair to at least appear somewhat presentable. “I’m kind of hungry now, honestly.” You laugh, dropping your chin to his shoulder. “Think Jay can wait until I eat some of my favorite ramen?”

Heeseung snorts, sleek gaze watching you from the corner of his eye. “You know I make it the best.”

“Exactly.” Pinching his waist, you tickle the way to his stomach, poking at his navel. “It’s the least you can do for me after swallowing what could have been your future one night stand mistakes.”

“I’m not that dumb..” He jokes, swatting your hands away to tickle you back. “My pull-out never fails me.” Heeseung’s stomach rumbles, most likely from the alcohol tearing through his intestines. “I guesssss I could whip you up a little something for being such a hard working pup.”

Hesitation hides behind your smile, entangling your fingers between his. “You’re in no state to drive right now, let's eat and then we can hide out in my room, watch a movie or whatever you wanna do..”

Heeseung thinks that sounds nice, more than nice actually. Hoping it’s the haze of alcohol still lingering in his system that has him imagining cuddling up in your bed instead of plowing you into another existence. 

“You still like it light on the spice right?” He grins, sliding to the side to open the door for you; fast to skim the area and make sure no one’s around for the incriminating visual of you exiting his car, adjusting the hem of your dress that floated up above your underwear.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder with the excuse of inebriation, he slumps into your hold, maintaining enough of his weight to not crush you. The slap you land on his stomach stings but feels good, feels right, followed by your amused giggles.

He thinks he could get used to this. He wants to get used to this. He needs to get used to this. 

Over a pot of boiling water and a deep wrinkle formed between his eyebrows, he wonders when he derived from the original plot; and as he watches you slurp up your noodles, making a mess of broth on your chin and whine about burning your tongue, his chest tightens and he wonders when he started to fuck up.

Heeseung thinks he’s going crazy, if not from his uncontrollable emotions than at least from the newly formed callouses lining his palm. He can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop himself from glaring at Jay when they meet up to game, can’t bring himself to apologize for throwing the ball too hard and accidentally missing his shot in favor of aiming for his friend's head.

It’s not Jay’s fault. It’s not even your fault. It’s not one's fault but his own; because even now as he wanders down the hall toward your bedroom he knows he needs to stop. Pausing, he smacks his cheeks and turns around to actually use the bathroom like he’d announced before excusing himself from his group of friends, he stops again and knocks his forehead against the wall nearly knocking down a picture of you and Jake as children.

He sighs, chest tight again, reaching to brush over your big smile. The same smile that first caught his attention and made him wonder how he could be the one to make you smile.

Heeseung never really cared if you presented as an Omega or not, writing off the idea of ever having a chance with his best friend's little sister. Jake would never allow it, warning them all after your first heat to stay away from you. 

He tried to, he really did, he’d do anything for Jake, but staying away from you wasn’t an option.

“Hee? Is that you?” 

Heeseung startles, jumping to turn around and find you by your bedroom door looking half-asleep despite it being well into the afternoon. “When did you get here?”

Gaping open and shut like a fish out of water he swallows, moving closer without a second thought to cup your cheeks and smother you with a kiss. Your instant reception alleviates his nerves, melting deeper into your parted lips to taste your tongue, sucking the plump flesh of your surprised pout between brushes of teeth. 

Heeseung can’t explain what's come over him, more than desperate to taste you and thoroughly scent you. He blinks slowly, eyes falling shut as he finds solitude in your neck, licking up the vein decorating your scent gland. 

“Hee..” you whisper groggily, tone heated and husky already, gripping his waist to press you flush together. “We shouldn’t, someone could find us.”

Let them find us.

He wants to break down, wants to snap and leave more than spit behind on your throat, teeth aching to bury deep in your tender flesh. Mark you up too good, good enough for Jay to never mention you again. 

The familiar mouth watering scent of your slick tickles his nose, eyes shooting open deep red behind dark brown irises. 

“Hee.. Alpha..” you pant, squirming against your bedroom door frame. Shushing you, Heeseung litters light kisses down your nose and plump lips, layering more down your chin and center of your throat. 

“Don’t worry.” He mumbles, overcome with the need to taste every inch of your flesh, hauling your oversized t-shirt up to easily shift between your legs and rub your groins together. “They’re all playing, no one will find us.”

“Yeah, but I don’t feel so good..”

Heeseung immediately stands up straight to cup your face and scan your disorientated expression. “Wait, what’s wrong? What are you feeling?”

“A little nauseous..” you frown, rubbing your stomach. “Must have been something I ate.”

“Want me to get you anything? I can run to the store and pick you up some soup?” Heeseung doesn’t realize how panicked he sounds until you smile weakly and snort, his thumbs stroking your cheeks back and forth coming to a halt. “Or.. medicine, a hot pack?”

“You’re cute Hee,” you sigh dreamily, leaning back on the door frame, heavy eyelids falling shut. “I think I need to rest more, feel more tired than usual.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Heeseung tucks his lower lip in, teeth digging into the chapped skin. “Let’s get you back to bed then.”

“Yeah.. sorry..” you meekly apologize, not budging even when he tries to step inside of your bedroom and tug you from the door. “Wait..”

Heeseung’s eyelashes flutter, lips jutting out confused and tilting his head. “What’s up?” 

“I look gross..” you mumble quietly, peering down at your sock covered feet. “Didn’t think I’d see you today.”

Heeseung’s surprised, stepping close again to lift your cheeks in his palms. “Gross? You never look gross, what are you talking about?”

“Really?” 

Taking in your sleepy eyes up-close, he slowly nods, pushing your lips together. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, biting it away nervously to stop himself from word vomiting about how adorable you are right now. “You couldn’t look gross even if you tried.” Heeseung gulps, silently praying you can’t hear that escalating thump in his chest, the one pounding in his ear hard enough to rapidly rush blood up to his brain and physically throb.

“You…” distracting himself with your bottom lip, he presses the center with his thumb, dipping the fleshy fat in to spill out around his digit. “You look cuddly… I wanna cuddle you..” Heeseung wants to cringe, a red blush of heat races to the tips of his ears. 

“Cuddle?!” You squeak, placing your palm over your mouth to decrease the round of laughs you let out. “Alpha, what are we?”

“Ughhhhh” grimacing, he turns quickly to run away and hide, only making it easier to loop your arms around his waist from behind and pull him past your door.

Heeseung whines, allowing himself to be dragged back and weakened by your scent pouring down the four walls you sleep in the middle of. Feet shuffling back and placing his larger palms over yours. “Would you be taking me to bed right now if I had said I want to eat you out and bury my tongue in your ass until you cry?”

It’s his turn to laugh when you come to an abrupt halt at the edge of your bed, squeezing your hands to free up enough space to turn and smirk at you. “Cuddling worked in my favor.” The Alpha grins wolfishly, gaze drifting to the pile of clothes organized on your bed in a structured shape. “You’re nesting??”

Embarrassment floods your face, spreading your arms out in lame attempt to cover up the pile of your favorite belongings. “I told you, I don’t feel too good..”

A contemplative frown forms on his lips, catching a glimpse of the small blanket you carried around as a kid despite Jake making fun of you for being well past the age to still need your ‘blanky’. Heeseung always thought it was cute, especially when you’d lay down during movie nights and fall asleep curled up in a ball, cheek squished against the soft fabric scrunched under your face. 

“Maybe I should leave then,” he suggests, genuinely concerned. “No pressure, seriously, the guys are probably wondering why I’m taking so long.”

It’s true, Sunghoon had already brought it up last time they hung out at Jake’s. Flipping him off after returning from your bedroom aka ‘the bathroom’. 

‘The fuck did you eat man, lost my high score because of you!’

Heeseung laughed it off nervously, mumbling something about developing a lactose intolerance or whatever; excusing his upset stomach and mentioning needing to ‘cut down his instant noodle intake.’ 

He knows this is risky, stupid even, Jake always cracked jokes about how every Alpha that took you out on dates had to deal with a thorough interrogation first. Practically ripping Sunghoon’s head off when he sniffed the air after your first heat and suggested he check in on you since your sweet slick was still strong enough to taste.

Jake’s his best friend, and he should know better than anyone to never mess with his sister.

“Stay for just a little?” 

Yeah, Heeseung should know better and maybe he does, but that doesn’t stop him from crawling into your bed beside you, head resting on your shoulder laid with enough space to not mess up your nest with his scent.. unless you asked him to.

“You sure you don’t want me to get anything for you?” He doesn’t want to leave, sitting up to smooth your hair down and brush your cheek. “It’s really not a big deal, I’ll be fast.”

“I’m fine Hee..” trailing off, you eye his clothing appraisingly, biting your nail in an anxious manner. “There might be one thing..”

“Anything.”

Heeseung’s a little surprised when you tug on the sleeve of his zip-up, avoiding his questioning gaze. “Can I borrow your hoodie? I’ll give it back, promise.”

Without even hesitating he tugs it off and balls up the material handing it off, sealing his lips shut before saying you can just keep it. Reminding himself that this is his favorite hoodie after all, softer and more worn-in than any of his others. Borrowing might be for the best in this case.

Unraveling and setting the garment near your head seems to instantly lift your mood, relaxing your shoulders and easing deeper into your pile of clothes. Heeseung remembers some detail from anatomy class about Omegas being picky with the scents of Alphas infiltrating their spaces, especially their nest. They don’t just allow any Alpha to enter their safe space.

“I’ll text you later, yeah?” Heeseung leans over to place a kiss on your forehead and cheek, smiling when you shove your lips out and pout for another kiss. “Feel better pup, can’t have you getting sick.” 

“Worried I won’t look good anymore?” You ask, still carrying a sassy bite in your tone.

Heeseung shakes his head, backing away toward your door. “More worried about how long I’d be out of action, you’d be worth every sniffle and cough.”

Heeseung hasn’t moved an inch from his spot in bed, lazily blinking up at the ceiling while groaning and squinting away bits of sunlight speckling through window blinds. Yesterday had really not gone as planned at all, if he could even consider any of this to be a plan.

Dry swallowing, he finally shifts enough to feel an ache in his lower back, moistening the swollen glands in his throat. Something felt off, deciding it had to be grogginess from staying up hours into the late night to jack-off a few more times after your short conversation through text messages came to an end. Clueless little Omega supplying him material so naively, blindly feeding his Alphas desires. A few photos of your bare chest and stomach was more than enough, kindly thanking you and insisting you get some rest instead of dragging on your evening to talk to him.

Fingers reach for his dry morning lips to trace over, eyes fluttering shut replaying every soft breath, shy moan, and secret smile you’ve ever shared with him. Heeseung contemplates for a moment what he needs to do today, weighing the idea of canceling any plans in favor of rubbing his dick raw for the next few hours.

“Hmm..” patting around for his phone for a minute he finds it under a pile of clothes near the foot of his bed, lifting the device up and shooting up to sit upon the screen coming to life full of notifications.

Jakey: ANSWER YOUR PHONE ASSHOLE.

Jakey: You’re DEAD.

Jakey: ARE YOU FUCKING MY SISTER?!?

Jakey: I’M GOING TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF. ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE!

A fit of coughs steal Heeseung’s breath, phone bouncing in his grip as sweat rushes to his palms. “Fuck fuck fuck, what the fuck.”

He has to think fast, anxiety ridden by the mass of text messages flooding his inbox, he feels short of breath, continuing to curse and pull at tufts of hair. You couldn’t have snitched on him?!? You wouldn’t! Right?

Heeseung tries to calm himself, standing up pacing back and forth as his phone pings with new messages, and then a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“You dick! What the fuck! What the fuck!” Jake screeches, he sounds out of breath himself. Spazzmatic and discombobulated, flying off the handles and immediately into a fit of rage. “MY SISTER?!? MY FUCKING BABY SISTER! YOU DICK! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND!!”

“Jake! Jake!” Heeseung knocks his forehead against his closet door, overwhelmed by the amount of shouting and anger being flung at him. “What are you going off about!”

“My sister! I’m gonna kill you!”

“What about her?!”

Jake growls, pacing back and forth himself outside of your house. “Get over here right now. RIGHT NOW HEESEUNG!! I’M FUCKING SERIOUS. IF YOUR ASS ISN’T HERE IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES I’LL KILL YOU!”

The line falls dead making his head spin faster, bile races up to his throat unable to even process what’s just happened. Would you have told Jake? You wouldn’t… 

Heeseung moves on auto-pilot, refusing to even allow himself to journey to the sector of his mind that had started to believe you could actually like him. That this was more than just teaching you to pleasure another guy, another Alpha. He knows it’s fucked up, you don’t owe him that, you don’t owe him anything, but the one thing he asked was for Jake to never find out about your deal..

The short drive to his friend's house drags on for what feels like hours, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to distract himself and blasting the radio doesn’t work. Nothing can drown out the echo of Jake’s shouting or the dread weighing down his shoulders of either confessing and possibly losing his friend or coming up with a believable lie somehow.

I never touched her!

She came to me first! She begged me for it!

We just kissed, one time! It wasn’t serious!

Heeseung sighs driving through your street, slowing down to park as he nears your house.

I really like your sister Jake. I like her a lot, I always have. 

Fuck.

Jake’s standing outside fuming, already rushing for his car door screaming at him to get out. “My sister?!? You pervert!”

“Jake! Come on dude!” Heeseung’s grateful in that moment he has some size over his friend, wrapping around the shorters wrists to tug himself free from his grip, he shoves up onto his toes to create enough space between them. “What did I do!”

“You tell me!” Jake shoves his chest, mouth snapping shut and shaking his head as a loud cry sounds from the bedroom upstairs. Your bedroom, Heeseung’s attention immediately shifts, sniffing the air, skin prickling down his spine. 

Heeseung. Heeseung please. 

“She’s been calling your name all night,” Jake sneers, shoving the taller Alpha again. “Fucking filled the house with her scent, none of us can stand being in there. Why the fuck is my sister begging for my best friend, huh?!”

Heeseung’s lips open and part, throat drying up again the more he tries to focus and not barrel through your bedroom window somehow. “I… I don’t know..”

“Liar!” Jake pummels him, fisting the collar of his shirt with bared teeth. Another scream sounds from the house, clenching his eyes shut angrily. “You need to fix this.” He shoves the taller away, nodding toward the front door. 

“What??” Heeseung can’t control how dizzy he feels, furrowing his eyebrows in disbelief. He must be asleep, he has to be dreaming, right? There’s no way Jake’s asking him to take care of you, to spend your heat with you.

“She needs you.” He sighs, stepping back and balling his fists at his hips. “You’re such an asshole Hee, anyone but her.”

“I didn’t..” Heeseung starts, shoulders falling as he shoves aside every excuse. “I’m sorry.”

Jake curses, the veins lining his forearm pulsating faster with each clench of his fists. Nails digging into his palms deep enough to cut skin. “If you hurt her, you’re a dead man.”

“I like her.” Heeseung stands tall, straightening out his back. “I like her a lot. I really fucking like her man..”

Jake shakes his head, nodding toward the house. “I’ll deal with you later. Can’t stand to hear her in pain anymore.” With that he tosses the house key to his best friend, possibly former friend, disappointment clear in the way his lips disappear into a thin line. “She needs you.”

Jake says no more, turning away with a middle finger over his shoulder without sparing Heeseung another glance. The Alpha seems dumbfounded, jerkily peering from the key burning through his palm to your bedroom window.

Heeseung. Heeseung, I need you.

This is a dream, this has to be a dream, maybe even a nightmare. From the floaty footsteps he takes, to the swirl of your thick syrupy scent levitating him up the stairs, this can’t be real.

Heeseung stares at the last steps before entering the hallway leading to your bedroom, imagining it crumbles beneath his foot, dropping him down to the pits of hell. A horrific fall to finally wake him up and ruin this fantasy, but it never comes.

Instead he ends at your door, surrounded by a swarm of your pretty anguished moans, dizzy from the smell of your arousal melting off the hallway walls. Each note so powerful, pronounced, landing in heavy slaps across his face making his brain rock around. 

Fuck this is crazy, this can’t be real. This just can’t be real. 

A desperate cry of his name shatters the imaginary rose-tinted glasses clouding his vision, gasping as you shriek and cry out loudly for him. Instinctive over logic has him reaching for your doorknob, hissing from the hot heat scolding the tips of his fingers. “Fuck, what the hell.”

Everything goes white when he finally pushes your door open, a humid wave of air burns his face, asphyxiated by the overwhelming potency of your aroused scent. It’s stronger than anything he’s ever smelled before, tying thick strings of sweetness around his lungs; trapping him under the spell of your mind-destroying aroma. His cock jumps before even looking up, struggling to even breathe between the whirlwind of emotions and sensations hitting him all at once.

“H-Heeseung????” 

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. You couldn’t sound more desperate, wanton, so damn pathetic and pliant. Drool pools around his tongue, slowly lifting his gaze toward the direction of your voice, choking on his next breath when he finds you. 

Nothing could have prepared him for the insane visual of your perfect curves glistening drenched in sweat, lips so so swollen from biting back cries and moans; eyes deliriously blazed out, irises full of bright golds lost in another dimension of heat. The epitome of hedonism, every wet dream and sad little fantasy he’s had for months that left him jerking off, whining and ejaculating alone into another pack of tissues. Too good to be true, his sweet sweet innocent pup, writhing up with your hand stretched out, beckoning him to claim you.

“Alpha!” It rips through him, slices right between his chest hitting every ligament and muscle, rupturing sharp cuts deep into his organs. The air stills as he reads your lips in slow motion; gliding across your bedroom floor as if possessed by some higher power. 

Mate.

Heeseung clenches his eyes shut, urging himself to wake up from this delusional dream. No way that his Alpha could have gone this far off the deep end to believe that you’d ever crave for him during your heat. 

“Heeseung!” 

He can see it clearly now, the week you and Jake moved to the neighborhood a few blocks away from his house. Growing up everyone hung out at the local playground after school, and everyday throughout summer. It’s just what kids did to let out energy and not stay cooped up inside all day.

He’d actually met you before Jake. It was the first week of riding your bike without training wheels, and you hadn’t been getting the hang of it very well. Heeseung remembers noticing you pedal and pause repeatedly, glancing around behind your back in search of something or someone. Fear etched your delicate features, seeming frustrated as you talked yourself into pedaling longer and finally getting the hang of it only to fall with a loud girlish scream booming around the courtyard. 

Ignoring his friends he jogged over to help you, hearing a bunch of taunts and snickers behind his back as he called time-out and made his way to assist you in getting up. The bike chain had trapped your ankle making tears spring to your eyes while you fought with it to escape.

“Hey..” Heeseung squatted down, hand hovering near. “Can I help?”

It was too early to say what either of you would be someday, but a part of you always saw the older as an Alpha. He always treated you differently from the rest of Jake’s friends, 

From that day on he always made sure to look out for you, Jake never minded it really. If anything he was happy to split the burden of caring for a younger sibling with his friend. Not that he could have predicted that same friend would end up being the one to try and fuck his sister.

Heeseung snaps back to reality, your hands caged tightly around his wrists scorching to the touch weakly attempting to pull him down. He wants to feel bad for you, laid out so pitifully there failing to acquire your Alpha.

“Use your words.” Bending closer to hover near your face, he kisses the backs of his teeth; his Alpha finally breaking free and taking over. “I wanna hear you ask for it.”

Confusion reflects back at him, already too gone and lost in your lust. He climbs onto your bed, overpowering your hold on him and gripping your jaw to keep your gaze on him. “Alphas going to take care of you, is that what you want?”

Heeseung’s never been with an Omega during their heat, but he’s watched plenty of videos. He’s the one that told you they make for good study material afterall. Taking in your flushed cheeks coated with a fresh sheen of sweat he swallows and cleans off the pools of tears gathering under your eyes. This is real, the fire emitting off your skin, your puffed lips parted open with strings of saliva connecting inside. All of it very very real.

“Alpha,” you croak out watery, sniffling back snot. It’s thrilling to feel this power over you, igniting a rush of excitement through his stomach and chest. “H-help me.” 

Heeseung can feel his temperature rise instantly, damn close to feverish the way his lungs shrink hearing your broken plea. 

“Hey hey..” leaning close to skim your lips, he breathes in a sigh of relief, every tight muscle and rigged joint in his body relaxing as your scent soothes through him in calming waves. “I’m here now, I’ve got you baby.”

He kisses passionately, more incessant than usual, licking past your tongue to taste the deep sectors of your mouth. The sound of your lips puckering together between spit and short breaths surrounds the room, magnified by the empty noise clogging your senses. Heeseung savors this calm before the storm, the exposure to your pleasured state of mind finally cracks him, taking toll on his last bits of sanity. He needs to fuck you into oblivion, make you his, hang you off his cock until its the only seat you’ll ever need.

Even then he tries his best to ignore how painfully engorged his dick has become, straining beneath his cotton boxers and sweats. He tries to ignore the way his spine has begun to tense up painfully, fighting through his muddled thoughts to stay focused on making you feel good.

Trapped between reality and a dream, he hasn’t even noticed the nest you’d made the other day lays mostly on the floor now, all except one piece half hidden under one of your pillows. The familiar black sleeve with white print catches his attention from the corner of his eye, pulling it out with a smile when your neck turns to nuzzle into the fabric slathered in a mixture of your combined scents. If not for the blockers you’d used the other day, Heeseung would have known right away that you were entering pre-heat, already hyper-fixated with having the Alpha by your side. The hoodie had been the last straw to shatter your normalcy, waking up with sweat dripping from every pore seeping into your bedding.

The Alpha inadvertently triggered your heat, unaware of his affect on you as you both kept up your acts to ultimately protect yourselves from getting hurt. 

“Baby..” you reach for his cheek, digits gliding past the buzzed hair lining the sides of his skull, undercut still fresh enough for blunt edges to scratch against your palms. “Say it again.”

Heeseung kisses the heel of your palm, cheek easing into your caressing touch. “Baby, my baby..” possessiveness blooms in his chest the more he repeats the loving nickname, eyes on your features relaxing as he kisses down the inside of your forearm, tracing each syllable out until he reaches your shoulder and nips your skin, pausing at your neck to inhale your scent gland. The smell of sweet creamy milk and fresh strawberries more potent than ever, coated in honey dripping down in dollops. Mouthwatering, that’s what your scent is, making his tongue fatten up and salivate, licking up your jawbone to nibble on your earlobe. “Baby.”

He licks into your mouth eating up the moans you keep letting out, obsessed with how fragrant and flavorful your saliva tastes, every part of you more alive and amplified by the need to be fucked; naturally emitting alluring pheromones to attract Alphas for pleasuring your every desire. Pulling away with a coat of your spit leaving a glossy finish on his lips, he takes in your dazed expression again, in disbelief that he gets to be the one to touch your body and fuck orgasm after orgasm out of you until you either beg for a break or pass out.

“Anything for my baby.”

Heeseung has to ready himself, sitting back on his knees with shaky hands wrapping around your calves. He’s more nervous than you’d ever know, wants this to be perfect for you, because this is all about you. This has always been about you. Buttery smooth skin melts between his digits, slowly gliding up to the backs of your knees and pausing to watch your chest rise and fall, adrenaline pumping through your veins making minutes feel more like hours and days. 

Parting your thighs open, he feels like the wind has been knocked out of him, somehow still not over the sight of your pretty cunt. Always glistening with slick, spreading open as if to greet him. Even your pussy wants him, he thinks.

He swipes between the slit, pushing your folds apart to examine your hole, already gaping just begging to be fucked. The pool of slick under your ass more than enough to draw a groan out of the Alpha, his palm lays over your middle teasingly, the heel of his palm pressing to your clit. “Been touching your pretty pussy baby?”

He doesn’t expect your hips to jump up, the motion gluing his palm to your clit and ripping a string of moans out of you, to feel his thick heavy hand touching you instead of your more dainty fingers that fail to satisfy you enough.

“Did you think about me? Moaned for your Alpha to spread your slutty hole open?” He snarls, unable to stop teasing despite his cock raging, hanging heavy and stiff as a rock between his thighs.

“U—ughh, Alpha please!” You’re groveling already, sniffing away the tears trickling down to your nose. Bottom lip abused over by your teeth nipping and pulling to have something to bite on.

“Please what?” He asks, face serious with lifted eyebrows peering down at you condescendingly. Heeseung knows it’s mean to make you wait any longer, but he can’t resist from playing with you a little more, stroking down to circle your painful looking hole. “Ask nicely.”

He buries three fingers in at once to make a point, scissoring in and out to his first knuckle making your thighs fall apart more to watch his forearm jackhammer in and out, lines of veins pronounced up from his wrist working hard to stretch you out around his digits.

“Please…pleasepleaseplease,” lifting your neck uncomfortably, you watch him fuck in and out, mouth hung open drooling without shame. “F-fuck me, please! Heeseung, please!”

Heeseung grins, sliding out to smear your slick around and pinch your clit, forcing your hips to jump up. His wet hand slaps your thigh, nodding to the empty space beside you. “Present.”

Humiliation drains down your face knowing the Alpha wants you to display yourself on all fours much like the Omegas had in videos he’d ordered you to watch. Another slap to your thigh gets you moving, slowly turning over and dropping your back into a deep arch for your ass to jut out, cheek pressed flat to your bed to drown your whimpers.

“You can do better than that.” Heeseung snarls, fingers twitching by his hips to not reach out and do it himself, but you have to learn. These lessons were never about Jay to begin with, and he won’t start letting you fail now. “I said present.”

His voice shivers up your back, reaching to pull yourself apart and unveil your core for the Alpha, nails digging into the meat of your ass. The moan you let out hidden under whined whimpers and cries. Heeseung knows you like it nonetheless, hole vibrating for him, calling for him to shove his fat cock deep inside and fill your womb.

He lets it rain down on him, everything. Engulfed by your heady arousal, all of it for him. It will always be for him, only him. 

The Alpha sneers, bending down planting a kiss on your rim, surprising you to bounce forward; ass wobbling in your grip making his eyes roll up. “Greedy little cunt needs Alphas cock huh? ‘Wanna be filled up so bad don’t you pup?” 

Quickly discarding his clothing, he smooths over your hips, gripping the meat lining the sides of your spread open thighs. Ass perfectly rounded at the top, desperate to watch your tight little hole try to take his length. Stroking himself only a few times he trembles, locking the base in a tight grip as he moves closer on his knees to prod the tip against your entrance.

It’s a visual he’ll never forget, just working the tip around your pulsating hole. The band of it snapping around his bulbous cockhead divinely, to an excruciating point, having to use all of his willpower to not tear through your cunt and ram you into your bed.

Heeseung needs to see you though, forcing himself to not enter you all the way even when you whine and your ass ripples from the tremors driving up your spine. 

He needs to see your pretty wrecked face, savaged by the Alpha wishing to claim you. He gets you onto your back easily, wide gaze staring back at him surprised. “Hee?”

“This might hurt..” feeling up your inner thighs, he hauls your groin close to his, cock resting on your folds; the tip reaches up to your navel, groaning deeply at the difference in size. “Let me know if it’s too much.” Heeseung fails to finish his words, leaving out the ‘I’ll try to stop.’

“S’ok Hee.. trust you.” You say, so innocently, gazing up at him like some type of earth goddess. He’s not sure if he can stop now, lowering to lay chest to chest and brush his nose against yours. 

“I trust you too.” It feels like the right thing to say, and it’s the truth. He feels safe here with you, lost in this fever daydream you’ve created in your bedroom; more euphoric and a higher high than any drug. 

Heeseung can’t believe how wet you are, making it hard for him to properly penetrate you without reaching to direct his cock; slowly feeding the tip in without removing his gaze from your face. The small gasp you let out only makes him twitch, pushing in another inch. The discomfort evident in your nose wrinkling, eyebrows twisting together and the anguished moans you try to keep in. “Alpha.. h-hurts too much, s’too big..”

“I know baby,” he cooes, petting your hair and breathing against your lips. “It’ll get better, just trust me.” The Alpha wishes he could even trust himself, violently throbbing inside your overbearingly tight heat, the fit more snug than anything he’s ever felt before. “Gonna move okay?”

He pulls out only a few inches, experimenting with his next thrust, falling into a short succession without breaking eye-contact. Lips pulled back over his teeth trying to hold himself back, the second your moans switch from pained to pleasure jostles his brain. 

“Good? Feels good, yeah?” He pants, aching to really fuck you, not even letting you get in a full nod before pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in earnest. Fucking into you harder, his balls start to clap against your ass, grunting and moaning with each bury of his cock inside your suffocating heat. “Oh, you’re so good.”

Heessung can hear your sobs, your thighs trembling around him, cunt suctioning around his thick girth trying to keep him out. “Fuck, gonna make me cum already. You have to cum for me first baby.” He reaches down, the tips of his fingers pressing firmly to your clit, pushing side to side bursting shocks through your nerves.

“O-oh! Hee! Alpha! G-gonna c-cum!” 

Heeseung speeds up from there, chasing your orgasm, chasing his own, keeping his dick deep inside you with each hard slam. Hands slap down on his shoulders, scratching red irritated skin up with your nails dragging down. Choking on your sobs and whimpers as your hips jump up and black covers your eyes. A white static noise fills your ears, head spinning, jerking under the Alphas pummeling thrusts. 

He curses, hissing from the burn of your nails digging in, growling through his balls squeezing up and pushing him over; cock spilling through his thrusts. Some of it pouring deep inside of you, most spilling out as he draws out and slows down. 

Choking back what he wants to say he finds your lips, silently sharing his feelings with a searing kiss, tongue reaching to the back of your mouth as he comes to a stop. 

Fucking immaculate. Perfect, you’re so damn perfect. 

Heeseung praises you for taking him so good, shaped around his cock like you’re meant to be used everyday. It’s enough to satiate you for a bit, and finally rest your heavy eyes until the Alpha wakes up with your face buried between his thighs.

As much as he wants to watch his cum drip out of your ruined hole, he can’t fight the urge to shove his tongue inside. It’s too good, your sweet pussy squeezing around him in shock, the taste of his release mixed together with yours. Fuck, it might be the best thing he’s ever tasted. Pushing the globes of your ass open further to shove his tongue in deeper, he groans similar to a hungry dog, tongue lapping akin to one getting in their daily hydration. 

Heeseung thoroughly works in and out of your hole, licking up the slick between your folds and down to your clit, stealing another orgasm out of you as he senselessly rolls his tongue around, never wanting to live another day without his face buried in your pussy. Pulling away finally to breathe, his face is a mess of slick and spit, highlighting his nose like it’s meant to be there.

“Still so wet for me.” He pants, relishing the taste of your wetness, licking his mouth clean. “Tastes so good for me.” 

Helping you onto your back, he kisses up to your face, spending extra time licking your navel and breasts, sucking your nipples to pebbled rocks. Settling back between your thighs, he slots back in, rubbing the tip up and down to slicken up his length. “Wanna fuck you over and over again, you want that baby, want me to fuck you full of cum again?” He rasps, vocals already tight and dry from moaning.

“Please, need it, need more Alpha.” 

Heeseung thinks he might go insane, pressing in and angling his hips to hit your pleasure point with each thrust. Hips initially stuttering as he builds up a rhythm and fucks into you faster, cock vigorously pounding into you hard; only held in place by his arms latching onto your shoulders. “It’s all for you baby.”

Heeseung thinks you must be an angel, lit up by rays of sun sneaking past your curtains. Even your hair somehow fall’s perfectly, sculpting and contouring the highlighted peaks of your skin, glowing after resting up and waking to your Alpha snuggled against your back. 

He insisted you eat something before getting back to it, settling on stuffing you with his cock to quell your insatiable need to feel full as long as you at least finish a power bar for him; one typically used to ensure Alphas and Omegas keep up their energy with proper nourishment through ruts and heats. It took more coaxing to feed you bottles of water, having to fuck you a few more times before calming your heat enough for you to swallow from the bottle he places on your lips.

“How’re you feeling?” Heeseung slurs, lying lazily beneath you, petting different shapes of patterns onto your back and listening to your breath return to a normal rate.

“Better, thanks to you Alpha.” 

It never lasts too long, these calm tender moments. A few words at best before you’re seeking his length again, pressing your slicked up folds around his length, building up a grind with pointed swivels of your hips. Better, but not good enough to break your heat, this one your worst so far. Suppressants and blockers helped before Heeseung had unleashed new worlds for you to explore. The Alpha had become a daily daydream, aimlessly sitting around often wondering what he could be up to right now. What else does he do besides hang out at your house playing video games and basketball, and more importantly why isn’t he here sneaking off to your bedroom again.

Thoughts of the Alpha spiraled constantly, finding yourself staring at him more than anyone else these days. His handsome features captured your attention more now, growing numb to them the more you grew up around each other and convinced yourself that you never had a crush on Heeseung. Nothing to do with your first dance with heartbreak when he introduced you to his first girlfriend, the first of many you’d come to learn.

Tickling up past his biceps, you trap his wrists above his head, circling repetitive motion creating a delicious friction for the both of you. Slick reaches up high on his chest, blending in perfectly with sweat rippling through divots of muscle and red bitten flesh. Everything you touch burns hot, every sound louder and crisp clear, and every brush along your clit flutters your eyes shut, neck dropping back releasing loud moans the more you ride his length.

Heeseung’s groaning, nose scrunched up to keep his eyes focused on your euphoric gaze and breasts swinging closer to his mouth the harder and faster you hump up and down his cock. Throbbing against your clit with every rough planted push of your hips. Lips latch to your nipple, catching you off guard as he sucks and bites around your puffy aroused areola. 

Slick hits his abdomen, jerky thrusts roll down as you hunch over and loosen your grip on him, limply falling closer allowing him to suck around your breast. Heeseung digs his hips up making you jolt, thigh lifting to turn your bodies over and lay you beneath him, wanting to watch your face crumble when you take his knot finally.

The mess of slick covering both of your torsos is beyond obscene, your cunt still leaking profusely leaving stains all over your bed that washing will never be able to remove. Massaging your own release up to your breasts he slots between your folds again, controlling the slide this time and running the tip of his cock over your bundle of nerves faster until your thighs break intro tremors over his hips; using your near breach of pleasure to push the entirety of his length in. 

Fuck. He’ll never get tired of this. Not the way you clamp around him so tight, pussy sucking around him as if you’ll never let go. Not the saccharin moans you let out, and not the pretty way your back bows upward; eyes rolled up enthralled by the mass stretching you open.

“Need to knot..” his eyebrows furrow together, pressing on the bulge that formed beneath your navel. Most of it from loads and loads of cum filling up your cervix, protruding out near pornographic with the tip of his cock reaching deep enough to lift your mound. “That has to hurt baby.”

Any other time you might agree, shove his chest away and cry for him to pull it out. Under the spell of heat you only grind into him, working his cock to press against your walls deliciously. The Alpha growls from his chest, concentrating on how stretched you look sucking around the middle of his cock, fucking yourself up and down too slow for his liking. 

Digging into the backs of your thighs he hoists your legs up onto his biceps, just enough to watch his cock pummel in and out of you. Pussy skin locked around him, sucked on his cock with each pull back before thrusting it back to disappear inside of you. “Fuck, how are you still so tight. Taking all this dick, need to breed you baby. Fuck you full over and over again.” He pants, shoving your thighs together to one side, ankles locked together dangling behind his shoulder. Palms clap down on your hip, the side of your exposed thigh; bed creaking noisily the faster his pace builds up, the headboard knocking against the wall hard enough to form a dent.

“Want you to take it, take all of it.” He groans, voice deep and raspy. Cock slamming in and out, in and out, pushing slick and bits of fresh cum out to trickle past your rim; landing in a filthy pool of arousal on your ruined bedding. “Gonna fucking breed you all the time now, fill you with pups everyday. You’d like that right? Fuck you pregnant again and again.”

Heeseung’s rambling, spewing nonsense, going crazy from his knot finally finally beginning to expand. He can’t stop now, no matter how loud you whimper and cry out, little fists wrapped around his hoodie above your head. Eyes glazed over, rolling back with your neck lifted fully exposing your perfect throat; even more perfect when you wear his mark someday.

His teeth itch imagining dropping forward, digging them in until you bleed and pass out on his knot. Tearing his gaze away he drops your thighs open, chest sucked in awe at how obscenely stretched you are, the start of his knot struggling to thrust past your tight hole. “Such a good Omega, perfect fucking pussy, swallowing me so good pup.” 

He whines, bending down to lick into your mouth. Biceps caging your head and finding your fists to circle around. Leveraging his weight, he pushes up using his hold on your hands, chest hovering above your face. “Perfect for me. So. Fucking. Perfect.”

Heeseung can feel his orgasm nearing, thrusts turning sloppy and miscalculated, his legs shaking from fucking into you, using more force to fill you to the brim. 

“Hee— n-no more, c-can’t.” Breathy pleads pour from your lips, ragged and choked only aided by each delivery of his hips colliding into the backs of your thighs.

“You can, my good girl, my good fucking baby. So good for me.” Heeseung lands flat on top of you, hips racing to orgasm as he reaches to circle your clit, pinching the bundle of nerves pushing you into over sensitivity. Slick drenches his stomach and thighs, dripping down to his balls, clapping against your ass wet and loud. 

“Gonna cum—“ his forehead wrinkles, fingers shoving in-between yours to squeeze down, forcing the fat base of his knot in past your wet entrance. It’s not easy, only able to bury half of it in past your twitching rim. The sound of uh-uh-uh-uh moans out by his ear, stirring his brain into a frenzy. He can’t stop the brutal snap of his hips, face dripping in sweat, hair matted to his head; collapsing as the first spurt of cum shoots out inside of you. Knot swelled up to full size, pussy snagged tightly around him; milking every last bit of release out of him.

The Alpha hisses, nose burying into your cheek, relief finally easing his back, loosening his tight muscles to relax and kiss down your jaw. “You take my knot so well, you’re so good for me.”

Dropping down to your neck, he licks it clean of sweat, littering kisses to your scent gland. Cock grinding as he tries to catch his breath. He can feel it again. The need to claim and mate..

The Alphas canines burn, aching up into his gums and incinerating the roots connected to his nerves, every vessel inside him pulses loudly, shouting mate mate mate. The heady half-lidded lost stare behind your eyes only triggers his wolf all the more, tongue dragging against the sharp tips of his eye-teeth hungrily bouncing back and forth from your tear stained face to the exposed juncture of your neck, veins pulsating vibrantly as if begging him to bury his teeth in and take a bite.

“Alpha..” 

Fuck. Blood rushes to his skull, holding his breath to not fall under the spell of your succulent scent luring him deeper past limits of sanity. If he gives in, everything will change between the two of you. You could hate him, too disoriented to even fully understand what you’re asking him to do. He knows that, knows that once your heat passes you’ll regret it, the risk of being on the receiving end of your wrath controls his feral need to tear your throat to shreds. A shame to not leave you marked and claimed for no other Alpha to even dare to glance at again. Fire erupts through his chest needing something, something to quell his natural predatory instinct.

“Bite me.” He groans sharp and clear, cutting through the thick haze of stuffy humid air clouding your bedroom.

“Huh, what???” Still reeling from post-orgasmic bliss and on the brink of passing out, you peer at him like he just grew another head. 

“Bite me.. need you to..” Heeseung speaks through gritted teeth, lowering the long expanse of his throat down to your mouth, hot lips graze the soft skin covering his scent gland. The Alphas scent comes off distressed this close to your nose, spiking with urgency and desire, but hinting putrid undertones just enough to have your Omega spiraling into a panic.

What if our Alphas unhappy with us? What if he doesn’t see us as good enough now? What if we don’t meet his standard for a mate? 

Every worry and fear barrels into you at once, sorrowful howls following, twisting your gut into an uncomfortable wrench. The need for reassurance has you digging into your Alphas shoulders, nails scraping deeply into his pretty sun-kissed skin. Heeseung groans and hisses, neck never leaving your lips even when you press him in closer and brush your nostrils up and down his pulse to leave a heavy claim of your scent stuck on him.

Unaware of your rushed thoughts he scoops your nape, hoisting your neck up more, repeating to bite him again. The proximity and desperation sends your Omega over the moon, teeth grazing his throat with light nips to ready yourself. 

“Bite me hard.” Heeseung’s voice trembles, eyes fluttering shut as your teeth finally sink in, instantaneously dropping his weight down on you. The feral monster on his back scurrying away as you suck around his tender flesh, teeth digging in enough for it to hurt. The lick of pain calms his Alpha, releasing your neck to lay flat on top of you and crush your air flow in the process, having to bite down harder to keep the Alpha alert.

He grunts softly, shifting off to your side to not plaster you. “Hurts..” Heeseung’s eyes drop shut, breathing out raggedly while you lick up the indentations of marked skin and brand new wounds sprouting up. 

It’s uncommon, simp shit really, for an Alpha to proudly display the mark of their Omega. Let alone any Omega, especially one that has nothing on their neck to stake claim. In disbelief he not only let you bite him, but asked you to, he ducks and turns away; back facing you as his mind clears enough to realize what he’s done.

“Alpha?” The helplessness in your tone shivers down his back, unable to stop himself from turning back around to wrap you in a tight hug chest to chest. 

The two of you share quiet words, intently gazing into each other’s eyes as your wolves frolick side by side. Rejoicing to finally be together, their loving warmth radiating around your naked figures.

“What now?” You whisper, asking fearfully. Heeseung hates that he’s made you worry, hates that you’d even have to wonder or question him.

“Now..” Heeseung starts, voice rough and husky. “I beg Jake not to kill me, and allow me to court his sister properly..”

“You wanna court me?” You try to not laugh, a habit whenever you feel shy, tucking your face into his neck to hide. “You don’t have to.. just because we—“

“I really like you.” Heeseung stops you, tilting his neck back enough to watch your face. “Maybe more than I’ve ever let on.. and I’m sorry about that. I should have said something sooner, but you always liked Jay..”

The Alpha masks how much saying his friends name annoys him, feeling more vulnerable wrapped around you with your wolves connected. It’s not a strong enough connection to fully satisfy either of you, but it’s enough to calm you down before your next surge of heat takes over again.

“You know,” you sigh, shoving your nose against his. “I liked you way before Jay.”

“You don’t have to lie to me..” Heeseung can feel blush rise up his cheeks, the rush of hot blood traveling all the way down to his nose exposing how humiliated he feels.

“I’m not lying, I never thought..” you huff a laugh, head shaking. “..you know, you always treated me in a way that made me feel like you’d only ever see me as Jake’s younger sister. All protective and stuff, even lecturing me about boys and Alphas after that one time..”

Heeseung knows you mean when he scolded you for having snuck a boy up to your bedroom, later on becoming familiar with your best friend and having no worries that the two of you wouldn’t be getting up to much again. “I care about you.”

“Yeah?”

He wonders if you even realize he just begged you to bite him, scoffing a laugh as you bat your eyelashes at him and throw your thigh over his hip eagerly. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Show me how much you care, Alpha.”

“Can’t believe you let her bite you.” Jay scoffs, reaching to flick his taller friend's neck. “That’s some genuine bitch shit dude. Real piece of work she marked you with there too. No Omegas going to even look at you now.”

Heeseung grunts, shoving his friend away as they wait outside of your house, hand coming up to trace the scab marks your sharp canine teeth left behind. He can’t stop himself from aimlessly stroking over the area throughout the day, floating off to a warm place in his mind where only you exist. “Can’t believe Jake hasn’t tried to kill you either, if it was my little sister you’d be dead by now.”

“She’d never let him.” Heeseung says proudly, leaning back against the passenger seat of his car. “Jakey’s learning to.. accept it.”

Jay shrugs, blowing out a low whistle and repositioning himself to lean back as well. “It’s funny though you know..”

Heeseung hums, quirking an eyebrow at the Alpha. “What is?”

Jay laughs uncomfortably, scratching his neck over the heart-shaped birthmark adorning the side of his throat; a usual nervous tick of his. “It’s probably stupid, but I always thought she liked me?”

Heeseung can feel his chest lurch, swallowing down a quick flash of anger and digging the tips of his fingers into the bite marks gracing his skin, as if to seal them in place permanently. “You’re right, pretty stupid. Besides, she’s way out of your league.”

Jay laughs sarcastically, surprised by the unnecessary aggressive comment, shaking his head and pushing off the car to stand on the sidewalk more at eye-level with the taller Alpha. “I guess you’re right..” trailing off he shifts awkwardly for a minute, nodding to himself. “Always thought you liked her as more than just a friend anyway..”

Heeseung straightens out hearing a creak from your front door opening, attention fully focused on the smile lighting up your face, not even noticing Jake glaring from behind as you exit and stride directly over to him. His chest swells, never once breaking away from your gaze that's just for him; lit up brighter than the sun on the hottest day of summer. It’s all for him, you are all for him.

Mine, all mine. 

Heeseung smiles wide, opening his arms wide to wrap around you. “Always.”

———————————-

Germany. 

It feels like a movie when you arrive and get off of the train. Smoke blows around, different accents sing through the air, and your breath visibly shudders in front of your face.

Heeseung’s cheeks deepen with color, he insists on carrying your bags. He knows you’re still in some state of shock, too stunned by everything that has unraveled in the last 48 hours.

“The hotel my dad booked us isn’t too far from here, I’ll order a cab for us.” He nods, directing you to follow him.

Innate instinct takes over, it’s time for him to be a man. To embody the role his father has the past few years of his life. He needs to serve and protect you now, because would you really be running off if not for him? Is he not partially to be blamed for drastically altering your life?

“We’ll only be here for a couple of weeks, then we can head back to France if you want. My dad said he’d cover everything.” Heeseung is really trying to make this as easy as possible for you. Maybe he’s feeling more guilty than he anticipated, especially after seeing your solemn expression.

“Yesterday was so fucked up.” You barely mutter, throwing yourself onto the hotel bed. “Can’t believe I did that.”

“We don’t have to talk about it.” In fact, he’d prefer not to… 

“I feel like such an awful person right now.”

You shouldn’t, given Sunghoon’s track record but this isn’t you. You would never go out of your way to use your body to manipulate and hurt someone this way..

“Don’t worry about it, alright? You don’t need to worry about me forgiving you. It’s like it never happened.” Heeseung grabs a hold of your hand, smiling softly. “Today’s a new day.”

Worry about forgiveness? Forgiveness for what. You contemplate asking, opening your mouth only to receive a gentle kiss. His lips pressed to yours with a tinge of fear. He’s afraid, probably as scared as you are.

“We need to talk Hee,” you shove at his shoulder, sitting back up. “About your mom, Jian, even Miyeon.. I don’t know, I feel so unsettled.”

“Whatever you want to know, I’m an open book for you.”

And you talked, for hours and hours. Ordered room service as you paced around the hotel room and delved deeper into his life. Picking up the small hints and marks of Sunghoon scattered throughout each memory and story. Late into the night you wore each other down to an empty bottle once full of emotions.

Heeseung cried, told you everything. How his mother offered him his first drink. He fought tooth and nail to make her stay home, to stop entering the local bars and waste her life away. She was never the same after the divorce, never explaining to him why or how it happened. She couldn’t after some time, couldn’t speak more than slurred speech, could barely keep her eyes open for longer than a few hours.

“My brother was jealous of that.” He nods, interlocking his fingers. “He has no idea that I was living through my own personal hell. I was living with a fragment of who my mother once was, by the end.. that wasn’t her. She would call me by my dad’s name a lot, yell at me, throw all types of insults at me.”

The more you listened, the more your heart broke. Sunghoon had no one, and Heeseung didn’t either. They could have at least had each other..

“My grandparents were too old, tired. Grandma was showing signs of early dementia and grandpa could hardly walk without hurting himself.” Heavy pain laces his tone, blinking back tears without looking at you. Not wanting to see the pity or hurt on your face for him. “Mom died in my arms, at the hospital. I didn’t want it to be real, sometimes the memory hits me out of nowhere and I feel so empty. I feel as useless as my dad says I am.”

There’s nothing to be said after he spills his soul wide open for you. Everything makes sense, the jealousy between him and Sunghoon. The unspoken truth that neither of them could even begin to see past their blind hatred for each other. 

“He’s right, I should have done more.” Heeseung trembles, failing to fight his tears any longer. They roll down to his chin, shaking off with the chatter of his teeth. “I should have helped her somehow.”

“You were a kid.” You try to help, knowing this is above your capabilities. You hold him, clean his tears, scratch through his scalp, and he lets it all out. Every fear, every thought that plagues hik, the root of his pain that started the day his parents tore apart their family. 

“I wanted to be above this, try to have a normal life when I moved back home to live with my dad.” He sighs, sinking deeper into your hold. “He hates me. Maybe I remind him too much of her.”

Even the richest of rich shouldn’t always have kids, even if they are more than able to afford to. Mr. Park clearly had a detachment from his sons, most especially Heeseung..

“I told you, he wanted me to ask Miyeon out first. I don’t know why Sunghoon took that bullet for me. I kind of hoped that it was because he doesn’t hate me, but after this..”

“I think if he knew everything, he would have never put you through all of this again Hee. Not that he deserves an excuse, but I want to believe your brother isn’t actually as evil as he wants us to perceive.”

“I hope he’s not.” Heeseung stares off into the void, sniffling. “If only because I still feel bad, that he grew up without us. Especially after living with my dad again, he’s such an emotionless prick.. it’s no wonder my brother always made fun of me when I’d cry. Moving back home without my mom was hard for me. I felt like a stranger in my own house, as if I didn’t belong there.”

Nothing can excuse Sunghoon’s behavior and actions of course, even if you questioned everyday what his experience was living alone with Mr. Park throughout his primitive years. How did all of that time without a motherly figure alter his life? The way he thinks? That stone cold heart of his you’d come to know. 

How could the two of them be so different and yet the same. Heeseung who handled his feelings by expressing his emotion and pain, never scared to shed a tear. Who would lay his head on your lap and kindly ask you to hold him, to stroke his hair the way his mother used to. Who walks around with the open wound in his heart proudly displayed.

Sunghoon, for the little amount of time you had him in your life, he couldn’t do the same. Couldn’t bring himself to open up, to tell you how he really feels. He held back, masked his feelings with anger and harshness; a shield, really. He needed someone to be there for him, to help him understand himself..

And as you lived your life and settle into your loft in Paris, you slowly let those thoughts get to you. Each day he crossed your mind, and you shoved those thoughts down deeper, kicking dirt over the growing pile to keep them buried alive. You could not feel guilty nor sorry for him, or you’d break.

Many nights came and went by staring at his name in your list of contacts, blocked by his brother the day you got on a train to get away from him. You knew that reaching out to him would only lead to your demise, because maybe when Heeseung kisses you, you shut your eyes and can taste Sunghoon’s lips.

Maybe you have to bite down on your tongue to not moan his name. Maybe when you’re extra tired, you swear that your boyfriend resembles him too much, that you can almost picture him being the one walking through the front door of your loft. 

Maybe you can’t stop yourself from imagining the other side of the coin, how everything could have gone if you had given Sunghoon a chance.

And despite how perfect your relationship has been, you can’t ward away those curiosities. Can’t fight your mind when you shut your eyes and begin to count the different beauty marks dotted around Sunghoon’s face. 

You try to ignore those thoughts, to replace them with only new memories of Heeseung, but maybe you give up one day.

Maybe you allow the fantasy of what could have been to infiltrate your head, and maybe you enjoy it more than you are willing to admit.

———————————-

~one year later~

Three hundred and sixty-five days to be exact. But who’s keeping count? 

Sunghoon is. He bought a physical calendar at the airport before flying back home with your mother and father. 

That flight had really been excruciating for him. The one upside is that the seats next to him were originally reserved for you and his brother. He could at least wallow in his misery alone. 

And he did, for a few hours at first. The long flight home spanned for over half of a day and time ticked by more slowly than usual. He tried to read, paid for the wifi to use and distracted himself with some games, browsed through the movies the airline had to offer. Nothing could stop his mind from racing, stuck in the idea of you.

Because that’s all this was right? The idea of you.

That idea that you could fix him, because maybe that’s what he wants. He wants to be fixed. Sunghoon knows all of his social problems, his dad didn’t pay for an overpriced therapist for nothing. After the divorce, he hadn’t handled the situation so great. 

Mr. Park had never wanted to be a father, he was very successful straight out of university after earning his degree rather fast thanks to his own father’s name. Generational wealth had done its due diligence to breeze him through the educational system. The last thing he wanted was to share the money consistently expanding in his bank account with children and a wife. Not when he was having a blast playboying around from country to country on private jets, schmoozed and bribed with free luxury alcohol, grand dining experiences only ever allowed for the wealthy and famous.

His father, Sunghoon’s grandfather, had other plans in mind for him. That's where his mother came in. She was an intern at his grandfather’s company, a girl with a squeaky clean reputation. He set them up on a date, insisting that his son lock in a wife before he cut him out of his will. Growing tired and furious with each new headline of his son out and about partying with celebrities.

It was time for him to get serious. That's business, investors would take him more seriously as a family man as opposed to some messy international playboy. 

So, he got married. 

Was he in love? No, absolutely not. But then along came the birth of first son Heeseung and he had no choice but to accept his title as a wed father. This was his new life.

A miserable life of work, countless business trips, screaming baby cries keeping him up all throughout the night, and a nagging wife constantly accusing him of cheating. 

Things were bleak compared to his world only a year prior, and then Sunghoon came along and everything only seemed to grow worse with time.

The boys—his boys, had no way of knowing and understanding their parents' unhappy marriage. They were given every toy, playset, console, and every shiny new expensive device on the market without question. 

Sunghoon had always been closer to his mother given his father’s packed schedule. He loved her, always lit up and giggled when she’d pick him up from school and ask about his day. He can still remember the scent of her perfume, soft and sweet like a batch of fresh cookies. Her loving hands would pinch his cheeks, hoist him up onto her hip until he became too large to do so.

They’d chat for hours into the evening after school, all about his day, what activities he did in class. Any new friends he made, helping him to complete his homework. Heeseung would usually whine for dinner first, rubbing his stomach with big eyes directed at their mother. She really really never failed to show them how much she loved them both.

That’s what hurt and confused him the most for years after the last time he saw her. His father dragged him away from her at the airport, and he kicked, he screamed, he cried and threw a tantrum. 

‘That is enough Sunghoon.’ His dad said to him firmly, gripping his shoulders and standing him back onto his feet. ‘No son of mine will embarrass this way.’

He was a kid, not even a teenager yet. Dealing with an explosion of raging hormones while losing his mom and brother. None of it seemed fair, and he cried, he cried for months, for over a year. Screamed at by his father in return, the only parent he had left to care for him. He would throw money at Sunghoon, tell him to wipe his face and go buy himself something to cheer up. That was always his answer to dealing with his overly emotional distressed son.

He tried to keep in touch with Heeseung, but his dad forbade it. Didn’t want him to be influenced by his siblings' new life or manipulated by whatever false narratives his mother would be likely to create. 

After a good year of dropping his grades, teachers contacting his father full of concern, and a son that barely opened his mouth to speak, Mr. Park slid a pamphlet across the dinner table.

‘Therapy, son.’ He cleared his throat, setting down his fork to sip his glass of wine. ‘It’s high time you grow up and become a man. No son of mine will enter high school with below average grades. I have expectations of you.’

Therapy. That was his father’s next plan to fix his broken heart. To grant him emotional relief of all his pain. 

It helped, at first, to understand why he feels what he feels. Why he acts out the way he does, why he hurts so deeply, why he can’t fathom having hope.

It worked until it didn’t. 

Maybe Sunghoon had reached a certain point of maturity that snapped his mind out of his misery. Maybe he never let it go, maybe it became a part of him. One with his misery, embracing it and not allowing it to ruin his life anymore.

‘I don’t think I need this anymore.’ He told his therapist after two years with a thin smile on his face. 

He tried to talk him out of canceling his future sessions, tried to explain that this was more beneficial for him than he realized but Sunghoon had opted for another form of therapy. 

Years of being spoiled instead of nurtured and loved by his parents led him to sports. He took up weight training. Started to see his arms build muscle, the lines in his stomach grow deeper, his stamina strengthened. 

His depressed thoughts lessened by the dayc more focused on how built and lean he could get. Visiting a trainer and nutritionist to change up his diet to nothing but protein to make him stronger, bigger, more intimidating.

His dad couldn’t call him weak anymore. In fact, Sunghoon hasn’t cried a day ever since he cut off his therapist. That damn croc of shit tried to get him on a prozac prescription, often spoke of stronger antidepressants.

He didn’t need any of that bullshit.

No.

Sunghoon knows exactly what he needs. 

Three hundred and sixty-five days and he hasn’t missed one gym session. It’s the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up. Craves the burn in his muscle, the pain and soreness he experiences after. He needs to lick off the sweat that lines his upper lip, shake off any before it can reach his eyes and clump his dark eyelashes together. 

He’s been working out like a maniac ever since that fucking family vacation. Spending countless hours in the basement gym his father and your mom never step foot inside of. They’re hardly ever home anyway, too busy frolicking around traveling the world in luxury.

He can’t complain, except for days such as today when he enters the kitchen to make himself a protein shake and his step-mother beams the largest smile at him.

“Sunghoon! Come say hi!”

“Oh mom, no please, I really have to go. I’ll be late for class!” The line cuts immediately after before he can even answer your mother.

It’s always the same, you always have to go. You’re busy, your connections bad, you have plans with Heeseung. 

“Aw shoot.” Your mom sighs, closing her ipad. “Next time.” She gives him a wary smile on her way out of the kitchen. 

There is no next time, you’ve successfully avoided him for a fucking year now. His brother never contacts him, the texts he tried to send you bounce back, his phone calls never go through. He tried at first to contact you somehow, emails, embarrassing phone calls attempted in the middle of the night when he knew you’d be awake given the time difference. Even fucking carrier pigeon would be a useless option.

You obviously want nothing to do with him. Both of your parents are too oblivious to understand the amount of effort his own fucking brother has made to avoid speaking with him. How neither if you ever ask about him, how he’s been, if he’s healthy.

Sometimes it hurts when he allows his mind to drift deep enough into those thoughts. That’s when he really takes it out on the gym punching bag. Lunging his shoulder so hard into it one day that he had to wear a sling for the rest of the week. 

It’s times like this he wishes he could be anywhere but here. That he could get away and go back to a safe place that felt more like home than whatever this bullshit is. Days like this stir up old memories of his mother, how she would cradle him and read him bedtime stories. How she carefully held his hand while grocery shopping even though she had to bend at her waist to do so and strain her back.

How he never got to say goodbye to her. Has never even visited her grave. He never got answers, how could she so easily abandon one of her kids. Maybe she never loved him..

And now he asks himself different questions, about another woman he thought, perhaps even hoped, could love him. Was he a fool to believe that you might actually have feelings for him? Fuck if you didn’t play with his emotions and mess with his head enough.

He let you, he let you dog walk him like a fucking idiot. It hurts of course, especially when he’s laid in bed and can’t sleep a wink even after tiring himself out with some midnight cardio. He stares at the ceiling, ponders the time he spent with you. How much you changed and unraveled right before his eyes.

It’s not that he wants to have feelings for you. The truth is, he gave his father an ultimatum for the first time in his life. He’d finish school, collect his degree, and run whatever fucking sector his dad needed his face plastered across as the CEO. Young Sunghoon Park, the next generation of power. 

But he did not want to continue his fraudulent relationship with Miyeon any longer, he refused to fall down that same path his dad had. To grow old with someone who only stayed with him by force. 

Needless to say his father was disappointed, of course. The old man reprimanded him and argued about what a waste of time it’s been to build a relationship with Miyeon’s father to merge their companies. The real end goal was really to take down his competitors and buy them out, not merge shit. Sunghoon held his guard, he relented and stuck to his word.

He’d be his father’s working bitch, work harder than any asshole that graduated from Harvard and Yale, but the decision of his future wife would be his own. The one thing his dad could no longer have control over- the mother of his children, his partner, the woman he’d walk down the aisle towards.

He hadn’t thought too deeply on the matter until you came into his life and turned his world upside down. 

He never felt an emotional tie to Miyeon even when they began dating. They tried at first, too young to comprehend why they were being made to meet up at Dave N Busters with limitless funds to play games all night and order as many fries as they could manage to eat. She had let him know real quick that he simply wasn’t her type.

‘Pretty boys like you do nothing for me.’ 

And if he was being honest, she didn’t quite spark his desires despite her good looks and charm. They got along better as friends and made a pact to continue on with their relationship to keep their parents equally satisfied.

‘My father keeps dragging me to these business ventures to meet his colleagues' sons. I need my weekends back.’

Their agreement worked out great for both of them. Sunghoon would use those alleged dates with Miyeon to hit up parties and clubs. He started to gain a reputation around campus for having a great body and an insatiable need to fuck like a beast. With his dad remaining none the wiser to his weekend escapades, he felt as if life couldn’t get any better.

And then you came along. You showed up and gummed up the works. 

It’s hard to say if Heeseung really saw you first, not that he can stake claim off a look.. but Sunghoon knows that he wanted you first. It’s possible he had only planned to add you to the enormous growing list of girls he had conquered in just the past year. Maybe he just wanted to fuck you to say that he did. To soothe his raging ego with the knowledge that he can and will always get what he wants.

It was too easy really, you needed a tutor. And if Sunghoon knew how to do anything, it’s to pass a class with the highest scores and grades. He wasn’t valedictorian for nothing. Years of his father talking down to him about failing Physical Education of all classes after the split with his mother never allowed him to hit that low again. He studied and worked his ass off day and night to earn better grades, to be the teacher's favorite, to get a spot on the dean’s list.

Sunghoon hadn’t planned to keep fucking you. A few times maybe, for fun, to piss his dad off even if he never found out. But when he heard you inside of Heeseung’s bedroom..

When he saw the way the two of you looked at each other. When his older brother swept you away and off your feet cosplaying as some fucking humble prince to help you escape from an awkward first meeting with Miyeon; that—that pissed Sunghoon off.

Not Heeseung who also forgot about him for years, who got to live with the one parent they had that could give a fuck about either of them. That likely came home after school to home cooked meals. He’s sure their mother still brushed his hair even as a teenager. Still woke up the house on Sunday mornings loudly singing along to her favorite songs as a teenager. That motherfucker really had the audacity to portray himself as a saint in front of you.

And that truly made his blood boil. For a moment, no more than a few seconds.. he felt a tinge of jealousy.

Not only did Heeseung get to have their mother’s love in the end, but he was also going to have you.

Call him a monster for reacting the way that he did, but seeing his brother happy for the first time since he’d moved back in with their father; that made his blood pressure spike. 

Why should Heeseung have it so fucking easy?! Why does everything work out for him?? Sunghoon’s sick of it, he’s been sick of that waste of space moping around the house. Taking up time in the living room playing his stupid fucking video games, never even bothering to ask him if he’d want to join him.

Not that he would, never wanting to hold a conversation with that moron he’s forced to call his sibling. His feelings may have been superficial, greedy and childish.. at first, but maybe that’s why he never fucked a random hook-up more than a handful of times. He never permitted himself to grow attached, to release those emotions that could weaken him. He tried so hard to protect the vulnerable shattered boy that grew without love, that he nearly forgot he even once existed.

That’s why this has hurt more than anything he’s felt in years. Because he hasn’t been able to feel. He hasn’t poured anything from his cup in so long that just one splash spilling out was enough to leave him empty.

He finds himself alone in the gym again. Glancing around at everything he’s left in place. The way his equipment shines thanks to the maids that clean up around here. How his mini-fridge stays stocked with energy drinks and electrolytes without him being required to lift a finger.

Easy. Such an easy life. Why would he ever want to leave this? Why would anyone.

Would you have ran off to Germany if not for him? Would you have stayed with Heeseung all of this time if he had just let you be? Thousands of questions with no answer swarm his thoughts when he zones out deep enough. A good vigorous workout can typically cure that, grunting through the burning pain that shoots up his back and arms. 

Sweat pours and he twists side to side to spray the droplets away from his eyes. Too fearful of ever catching himself in the mirror again with any type of wetness rimmed so close to his iris. The one time he did had him dropping to his knees, scrubbing a small towel at his face until his skin turned an angry red and not one bit of sweat remained.

Crying is for weak little bitches like his older brother. Always crying to get his way instead of putting up a fight.

Hearing your voice today for only a few seconds, the line beeping when you ended the call.. the thought wrinkles his eyebrows, burns inside of his nostrils. Twitching his nose to make that feeling go away, that hallowing in his chest. Not even a year apart had softened you? These days of nothing, you weren’t at all curious?

Pain. Pain squeezed at his lungs. Subsiding it as over exerting himself by lifting weights that are too heavy. He drops them abruptly and goes to chug water. Dragging a towel across his forehead, leaving his hair sticking up in different directions. 

Heartless, a heartless girl with no compassion. Unless his brother had really manipulated you to act this way.. he had his suspicions. That Heeseung had fucked you up as much as himself.. took advantage of the sweet soul he’d come to know. Refusing to believe that what you shared had meant nothing..

It certainly hadn’t meant nothing to Sunghoon. He tried to fuck other girls, even went on dates and forced a smile on his face through each boring one. He couldn’t forget you, everything around him led back to the memory of you.

Perhaps even who he wanted you to be for him.. and time and time again he failed to convince himself that this was your choice. That you chose his brother..

There was just no way.

Sunghoon came to workout to get away from his mind. To shut you off for an hour or so. He can’t deal with this right now. Why did you mom have to be on a video call with you right now?!

Stomping over to the ipad, he scrolls through different playlists in search of something to blast the echo of your voice away. Something obnoxiously loud to drown out his mind.

He should have hit shuffle and gone back to his reps. The universe couldn’t taunt him any harder as your name shows up in bold letters on the screen, recommending him a playlist you must have saved on here when you’d use his gym.

He would have deleted it by now if he had noticed, and he should. He should tap the screen to remove your shitty playlist for good. But he doesn’t, he hits play instead and the room floods with your screamy tortured emo crap. This woe is me wah wah wah music that you and his brother bonded over. Teenage angst at it’s finest as some grown man wails through his sound system and his hands fall limp to his sides. It’s the same shit he’d hear coming from your now unlived in bedroom. The muffled guitar from your headphones. 

Why didn’t he just hit delete? Now he can’t stop his nostrils from flaring, his teeth gritting together, the tremble running down his forearms to his hands.

It’s been so long since Sunghoon last shed a tear. It happened last on that flight while he sat alone, about six hours up in the air. He put on some cheesy romcom movie to watch, fully expecting to fall asleep 10-15 minutes in. He should have chosen something else, of course he landed on some ridiculous movie with a love triangle plot.

‘I like you just the way you are.’

Sunghoon had to hit pause, fighting the tears filling up his eyes as he struggled to not blink. If he blinks, the one singular tear dangling near the corner will spill down his cheek. He’ll have shed an actual fucking tear. 

Stupid fucking Bridget Jones Diary, he’ll never watch this crap again! Instead he shut off the movie and dabbed away the tear that managed to get past his cold will. No one saw that happen anyway, only he has to know that some sappy romance film brought him to tears.

That won’t happen again. Except that when he landed and finally got home, took a shower and laid in bed; he couldn’t stop thinking about that dumb movie. Who did Bridget fucking pick?!? She couldn’t have chosen that asshole Daniel Cleaver..

Not after Mark Darcy told her he liked her embarrassing ass just the way she is. He threw a fit that night learning that there was 3 Goddamn movies he’d have to get through to find out who this woman ends up with. Not a wink of sleep was had that night as he sat at his computer and found streams of each one go watch in order from start to end.

Sunghoon.. Sunghoon couldn’t stop repeating that line. 

‘I like you just the way you are.’ What a load of shit..

Maybe his heart tightened and his pulse slowed down for a minute, everything on the plane went still, his ears popped, and he felt something he didn’t believe to be possible..

Love.

This has to be why girls watch this crap.. 

What he would give up to be liked just the way he is. That’s how you made him feel, accepted. You saw his darkness and still let him in. That cut him deeper than anything. Losing you to his brother hardly mattered compared to the thought that you accepted him, you liked him for exactly who he is without needing change..

“Stupid stupid stupid.” He slaps at his skull, crouching down by the speaker to tuck his chest into his knees and take shallow breaths. He chose to ignore these panic attacks and nights without sleep, lying to himself that he’s fine. He’s completely fine. That these unanswered questions and intrusive thoughts don’t consume him. That he doesn’t scream in the shower and punch at the tile out of anger, frustration and deep pain that he continues to shove down.

Taking a few minutes to shut off his kind and recuperate himself, he drags his weight up by gripping onto the speaker stand. Slamming his palm down to power off the machine before anymore of your playlist can shake the gym walls and stab the knife lodged in his chest even deeper.

He limps slowly to sit properly, patting around his sweats for his phone. Taking another minute to catch his breath he unlocks the device and searches through his contacts to make a phone call.

“Hello?”

“Yeah.” He licks at his dried lips, rubbing his chest to help his breathing return to normal.

“Sunghoon? What’s going on?”

“Miyeon, I need to see you.”

———————————-

“You look like shit.” 

“Thanks.” Sunghoon opens the front door wide for Miyeon, ushering her in toward the living room. His parents aren’t home meaning he won’t have to deal with his father’s pestering questions or wishes of them getting back together. That’s not why she’s here.

Miyeon’s as pretty as ever, her hair shines and bounces as she walks. The scent of sweet cotton candy trails behind her, and her mini-skirt flicks up with each step she takes ahead of him. She’s beautiful, she always has been, and still he feels nothing for her.

“Alright, what was so urgent that you needed me to weasel my way out of the annual tennis finals at the country club? My dad’s not happy.” She huffs, smirking and rolling her eyes. “Not that I’ve loved spending my summer paraded around a bunch of rich spoiled frat boys.”

“How’s your boyfriend?” Sunghoon asks, sitting down next to her.

“Sad, he misses me.” She pouts. “I miss him more.”

“And when will you tell your father about him?”

Miyeon’s lips tighten, hiding a grin. “When will you tell your father that you left me for your step-sister?”

Of course Sunghoon told her, he had to. He had to tell someone and in many ways, Miyeon may be his only friend. It wasn’t easy but he needed someone to understand, to reassure him that he’s not going insane. 

‘You can’t possibly be losing your mind Hoon, you never had it to begin with.’ 

She wasn’t the best of help, but she listened, and she told him that he’s a freak. But a valid freak nonetheless.

“I can’t tell him.” Sunghoon nods, nervously playing with his hands. “Haven’t been on his good side ever since I told him that we broke things off. He’s been on my ass about internships and school. Nepotism must skip a generation.”

“You’re going to inherit his company, don’t be so crass. It’s unbecoming, tarnishing your cold stoic vampiresque image.” She teases, flicking his chin. “You’re definitely a shell of the man I knew. She did a real number on you.”

He hates that she’s right. He knows that his confidence has been rocked, his mind drowned beneath the thoughts he can’t escape. He wouldn’t even know how to keep his guard up anymore to block Miyeon’s sassy jabs. “I guess she did.” 

“What is it, Hoon? You could have anyone. Why did it have to be your step-sister?” She crosses her legs, head tilted to the side observing him. All she needs now is a notepad and pen to tap her chin with. She should study to psychoanalyze, really.

“She could have been anyone.” Sunghoon agrees with that. Step-sister or not, he can’t pinpoint the exact reason you caused him to spiral. “But I like her.”

“Why? What’s so special about her?”

It’s not one thing, but a bit of everything. If he could really take away the superficial and shallow reasonings beyond you being his type physically, sexy and alluring, it would come down to the energy between you. The tension and heat. He often questions if that would fade with time once you stop fighting him. If you would ever stop fighting him even if he was able to call you his.

The back and forth with you really does turn him on not only sexually but emotionally. Awakening feelings he forgot could exist. Even now without contact, with no way to reach you, he feels that pull. He feels taunted and defeated, and it’s pitiful how much he loves it. He loves that between him and his brother, you may have been the victorious one after all.

“Would you judge me if I said I feel a connection to her?” He sighs, slumping into the couch seat. “That sounds stupid, right?”

“Not at all.” Miyeon shifts to look at him, offering a small smile. “Sounds normal. You’re crazy about her because it’s more than sex, if it wasn’t you wouldn’t still be hung up on her. A guy like you doesn’t have it hard, you wouldn’t even know what it is to struggle even if you were slapped across the face with it.”

“I have it hard.” He grumbles, glaring at her. “You know what I’ve been through.”

“No you don’t Hoon.” Miyeon laughs, pointing a finger at him. “You think that because your life hasn’t been perfect, everything hasn’t gone your way, that other people wouldn’t sell their soul to live the way you live? We’re so incredibly out of touch with the real human struggle, our biggest hassle is seeking love.”

“So what? I’m not worthy of love because I’m some fucking wealthy brat?” He snaps, getting angrier by the second.

“We’re all worthy of love. You’re just not used to having to try hard, to earn what you want..” Miyeon reaches for his hand, breaking his rage for a moment. “If you expect love, you have to give love. She’s not your mom, she’s probably just as scared as you are of all of this.”

“She loves my brother just fine.” 

“From what you’ve told me, he loves her too. I didn’t know back then, but the way he rescued her from having dinner with us would have swept me off my feet.” She shrugs, frowning at him. “And do you know where he is now? In Paris, with her. He gave up his life for her.”

“Because he hates me.”

“Or because he loves her.”

Sunghoon’s mouth twitches, he refuses to believe that. Heeseung isn’t capable of loving anyone other than himself, he’s selfish.. 

“And you? You’re here, sitting on a couch talking to me as if I am your therapist.” Miyeon continues, cocking an eyebrow at him. “What’s your excuse?”

“What? I’m supposed to go to Paris and stalk her?!” 

She shrugs, raising her hands and nodding. “How could that be any worse than everything else you have already done to her? Listen,” fully turning to face him, she grabs both of his hands. “You need to talk to her, tell her how you feel.”

“She won’t speak to me.”

“Don’t give her a choice.” Miyeon says, grimacing. “It’s not the best advice but you don’t have time for this anymore. You’ve been moping around for a year still hanging onto old memories of this girl. She may not even be the same person you felt a connection to anymore. Aren’t you tired of not knowing?”

“You think I should go to Paris? Corner her when she’s not with my brother?” A light flickers behind his eyes, staring ahead deep in thought.

“I didn’t say all of that but, you need to do what you need to do.. get your girl or lose her forever.” 

She’s right, isn’t she? How could Sunghoon not realize this on his own? He thought giving you time, that you would come around on your own and realize how much he loves you. That he only did what he did because he wants you. That his brother would never compare to him..  

“Poor girl.” Miyeon mumbles, smacking Sunghoon’s shoulder. “Don’t let your greed to win overshadow what you feel for her. Put her first, for once.”

Maybe he needs more friends, perhaps another opinion could have talked him out of this. His father couldn’t complain when he approached him with the idea of finishing up his company internship(aka bitch work) in France, given that he would be taking over the European sector of his father’s company. 

So he packed his bags with nothing else planned. No place to call home, no thoughts other than finding you. The flight was long and lonely once again, but he made use of his time and brushed up on French, repeating key words and phrases he’d likely use often. 

It was crazy, all of this has been crazy. Miyeon told him to not stress much on his outlandish behavior, it’s not as if falling for your step-sibling sounded normal to begin with.

And maybe, he could fall out of love. He could go on with his life without another thought of you, without another painful grip around his heart. 

At least he hoped for an outcome close to that, of discarding his heartache. Of forgetting your name. But that couldn’t be the case.

No. He sat in the hotel lobby where he’d overheard you had taken on a summer job, and he saw you. He stayed by the corner, in the shadows, pretending to wait for his taxi driver's arrival. He watched you walk through the front doors, and he gasped. His chest caved in, his grip on the chair's arms tightened, and he leaned forward. He watched you move like slow motion, as if you were never real, and his stomach fluttered. 

He knew right then this may never be over.

Maybe it’s for the best that only Miyeon knew of his plan. To lure you up to his suite and get you alone at your place of work. You can’t leave if he does that.. and sure, maybe it’s not the most ethical approach. Maybe it’s invasive and even deplorable, but what choice have you left him? 

Phone number, blocked.

Emails, ignored.

Your living space? Shared with Heeseung. 

How else is he supposed to get to you?

This makes sense, planning out a way to trap you alone in his suite with him. Sneaking up on you, showering you with outrageously expensive gifts, and getting on his knees to purpose.

Now Miyeon had not made that suggestion, but Sunghoon concluded no other statement could make it clear how serious he is about you. How much he wants to prove his love to you, that’s why he hopped off of his flight and immediately rushed to one of the most luxurious reputable jewelers in all of Paris. A fat diamond rock to adorn your finger would be the perfect way to express his love, right? It’s not as if he even knows your ring size, having to take a wild guess and make note to adjust it later if necessary.

Everything about this plan is very *him* if he thinks about it, and you should expect no less from him. He’s eccentric like that, always pulling something ridiculous. He’s sure you recall when he purchased that pearl necklace for you simply because you’d been admiring it. How else would he make a grand comeback into your life?

Maybe he is crazy, or maybe you made him crazy. He smiled as he spoke to you, his palms grew sweatier the more his pocket weighed down with the leather box encasing your future engagement ring. The gloves were a real nice touch to not leave any of his grubby fingerprint marks on the silver band, nothing to ruin how pretty the ring would beam from your ring finger. You didn’t seem to like the gloves, but ah well..

‘I won’t give up on what my heart believes is real.’

He couldn’t believe the words leaving his lips, really. Could hardly hold himself together with how loud chest was pounding. 

‘Please, say yes.’ He begged, and his tongue felt so heavy dragging through his pleading. The backs of his eyes burned, his stomach churned, his knees trembled on the ground. If not for the cool breeze of air conditioning swarming through the hotel room, he’s sure he’d be sweating enough to soak through his suit.

It’s been so long since he’s touched you, since he’s seen your eyes focused on him, since he’s held you. Nervous hands clutch at your waist and bring you to stand. The look of awe and disbelief written across your face fills his chest with warmth. This could be worth all of his waiting and suffering, if you open your mouth and say that one word that can bring you together again.

“No!” A firm slap flies across his cheek. Snapping his neck to the side and nearly dislodging his jaw, he blinks for a minute to regain himself. Shifting his mouth muscles around to stop the lower half of his face from going numb.

More than the pain scorching through his face, he couldn’t turn off the ringing going off between his ears.

NO?!?!?!??!

Sunghoon’s cheek burns, his chest muscles twitch, and a searing pain erupts in his heart. He can feel it this time, no denying that his heart is literally in severe pain, causing him to reach for the area. He turns to glare at you, dropping the box with the ring from his grip. 

“What is wrong with you! You come here, to my job!!” You shout, shoving at his abdomen. “And you fucking ask me to marry you?!? Are you insane! Are you God damn kidding me! You can’t be this crazy, you just can’t be!”

He hears you, he does, but not really. Because the pain in his chest blooms, he steps back with each shove you deliver, and more of his internal hurt spreads. The butterflies flapping inside of his stomach lose their wings, they collapse to their death and he grabs a hold of your wrists before you can push him away again.

“You left me.”

It’s hard to look at him, harder to hear his voice. To feel his large hands wrapped around your delicate wrists. It’s harder to look away and find the ring by your feed, the ring he seriously thought you’d accept and wear on your finger? That you’d say yes?

“I was never with you.”

“Tell me,” he swallows, lifting your arms up and crossing them over your chest. Holding you in place. “Tell me that I mean nothing to you then. Let me fucking move on and forget about me, let me go.”

“Sunghoon.”

“No.” He grits, bottom lip trembling. “You don’t get to do this. You want to be with my brother? Then fine, go fucking be with him. But at least let me go.”

“This was all in your head.” You struggle to rip out of his hold, shaking yourself away. “Y-you think you can have whatever you want because of daddy’s money. You can’t have me just because you stomp and jump around like a bra—“

He should have known you wouldn’t give him a clear answer, you’re too weak for him to deny him. He’s too weak to stay away from you. So he cuts you off with a firm kiss, slotting his lips between yours. He’s been craving, dreaming of this kiss for months, to savor your taste once more. 

There’s no push or pull, only tension leaving your body as his soft pout moves against yours and he takes a step closer until the backs of your knees hit the hotel bed.

He deserves this kiss and some, more than anything. For waiting, for staying patient and not losing the little bit of his mind he still has left. A shudder runs up his spine when he drops his hands to your waist and squeezes you, pulling your chest to his. You feel right against him, smell so good, and your lips couldn’t be more heavenly. 

Slowly blinking his eyes open, he takes a few seconds to linger by your lips and take in your softened features. The dreamy look that’s taken over your face. The breaths that fan across his mouth heavier than before. He knows in this moment that you’ll never let him go, because he won’t let you.

“Y-you shouldn’t have done that.” You stammer, reaching for his hands on you. “Think you can just come back into my life and mess everything up again?!”

“Yes, I mean, no.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he shakes his head in disagreement. “I’m not here to mess up anything, I’m here to make this right.”

“There’s nothing to make right.” Loosening his hold on your waist, you manage to move around him. “I have to get back to work, please do not follow me.”

“Please.” He knows he sounds pathetic, reaching for your hand to stop you from leaving. He drags along with you toward the suite entrance without letting go. Stopping when you do and your shoulders slump, letting out a long-winded sigh.

“What do you want from me?”

“A chance.” He says confidently, interlacing his fingers with yours. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it when we’re together. Call me insane and crazy all that you want, but I know what passes between us isn’t nothing.”

“It doesn’t matter—“

“No, it does though.” Sunghoon cuts you off, using your moment of surprise to loop his arms around your waist again. “Because I’m here, I came here for you. I will not leave until you give me a chance.”

“A chance? I don’t understand, I can’t even begin to understand why you’re still trying. Why won’t you give up?!”

He knows that nothing he says to you will make sense, that even if he admitted how his feelings began to develop you may not like his full explanation. “I’m a lot of things, I’m sure you’re aware. I’m nowhere near perfect, and I haven’t shown you anything impressive really. If you deemed me a monster, I couldn’t argue with that.” He nods, rubbing up and down your sides. “But when it comes to you, I really do believe that you like me despite all of that. I—“ he stutters for a second, looking away to recompose himself. The same rush of heat he loathes finds the backs of his eyes. He can’t cry, not now.

“I think we get each other, you’re scared.” Clearing his throat, he eyes your face for any change in expression. “I’m scared. I’ve been scared. Terrified of how strongly I feel about you. I’m done being afraid.”

“And what do you think I’m scared of?” You ask sternly, tilting your chin up.

“Me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m a monster.” That’s who he is to you. He’s the evil brother, the one with malicious intent. Spoiled rotten, crazy enough to do just about anything. He knows what you’ve built him up as in your mind, good or bad, there’s too much to repair and no amount of love you may harbor for him can do the job. If it could, you would have said yes. “That’s what you think of me, right?”

“No, Sunghoon.” You whisper, freeing yourself from his hold yet again. “I prefer to not think of you.”

“Why? Why is that?” He questions quickly, moving around you to barricade the door to exit. “Why are you pretending that I don’t exist? That none of this mattered to you.”

An air of defeat settles over you, dropping your head back with a sigh. You shrug and glare at him, unable to stop your gaze from roaming down, back up, and down again to take in how much more masculine and mature he’s become in just a year. Physically, and obviously emotionally. “Do you want me to tell you that I once had feelings for you? That I felt so guilty for months after leaving you alone in that hotel room. That I beat myself up over it, for feeling bad in the first place. I couldn’t even figure out how to feel, if you even deserved my sympathy after what you did.”

“Did you feel bad? For trying to break my heart?”

“No.” Pressing your lips into a thin line, you blink fast to push down the moisture finding its way to your eyes. Confused and annoyed by the look of disbelief that crosses his face, you clench your fists. “My heart let go of the idea of you after I found out about what you did to your brother. You played in my face and tried to manipulate me, I’m not even sure I know who you really are.”

Sunghoon has to fight to not roll his eyes, resting his back against the door he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m exactly who I’ve shown you, never seemed to be a problem before.”

“Are you? Are you the same nice guy that took me to the Vatican? Or are you that asshole that threatened me in your bedroom?”

“Both.” He shrugs, pushing off the door to get in your face. “Tell me that you didn’t love both, that you didn’t like it when I fucked you the way you deserved.”

“I don’t think you’d be able to handle the truth if I told you what I loved most.” 

Sunghoon squints, licking the backs of his teeth with a hint of annoyance flickering across his face. He shakes his head and scoffs under his breath. “Don’t start.”

“Why? Because you hate to accept that side of yourself? That you can actually feel basic human emotion?” You ask brazenly, reaching for his jaw to drag one of your digits down. “That this sharp cold image is just a facade to hide how broken you really are?”

His neck twists away, snapping his face away from your touch. “Whatever bullshit my brother has told you is a lie. He doesn’t know me, he doesn’t know shit about what I went through.”

“He hasn’t told me much, only what I asked. I know about Miyeon.”

“Pfft,” rolling his eyes, he sets his jaw tight and pins you in place with a furious look. “What about her? I already told you, we broke it off. We never had a real relationship.”

“I know.” Softening your expression, you reach for one of his hands. Not too surprised when he allows you to lace your fingers between his. “I know about that, how your father wanted Heeseung to date her first. And I know that despite everything you’ve pulled, you still have love for your brother.”

Sunghoon lifts your hands, turning from yours to his to admire the size difference between you. How you perfectly fit against his palm, and how much nicer hand would look with a gorgeous ring on your finger. “Even if I did, it’s not enough to stop me from getting what I want. No amount of love for him or my father can stop me anymore, you do realize that, don’t you?”

“I think you’re looking for someone that I am not.” You frown, pulling your hand away. “I’m not the girl that can erase your past or heal you..”

“I don’t need to be healed.” Cupping your face, his thumbs stroke over your cheeks. Eyes dropping shut for a moment as he contemplates kissing you again. He knows better now, than you won’t listen to him if he tries to capture your lips again. “I just need you.”

“No, Hoon..” you sigh, lightly squeezing his wrists. “You’re in pain, whether you understand that or not. And it’s beyond me, above what I am capable of helping you deal with.”

Sunghoon’s fingers tremble against your jaw, slowly dragging his hands down to your throat. “Is my pain all that I am to you?”

“No, but.. I don’t know if your pain is something that I’m ready to handle.” 

Dropping his hands, he takes a step back away from you. No longer standing before the door, leaving you with a clear escape. “Yet.”

Perhaps he’s right, maybe it’s hope, delusion, something along that route. But you can’t find it in yourself to deny him. Only stiffly nodding your head as you make your way to leave the suite. He stops you one more time, licking his pink lips.

“Don’t leave me this way, after all of this. After a year of replaying every memory I have with you.” He says desperately, blinking away tears he’d never allow to pour down in front of you.

“What do you want from me?” You ask nearly as pitifully, fearing how much longer you can stand being around him. Your resolve can only stay so strong, even if you won’t admit that the memories of him have never once left your mind.

“A kiss.” 

“I’m with your brother.”

“One kiss.”

“One kiss and you’ll let me go back to work?” You ask hesitantly, already sensing thick tension building up around you. There’s nothing to stop you from opening the door and walking out, except Sunghoon could grab you.. and knowing him he would. He’d keep you holed up in here for another hour until you crack under his pressure and give into him. That’d be the worst case scenario, knowing in the back of your mind that you’d absolutely succumb to him if you stay in here alone with him much longer.

A small smile plays on his lips, nodding shortly. “One kiss and you’re free to leave.”

“But am I free of you?”

“No promises.” Sunghoon doesn’t bother to ease into the kiss. Making the first move to cup your face. He presses in, leaning his head in to align your lips. 

This kiss that he’s allowed to run rampant in his mind. This kiss that he’s craved for, pictured all of the different ways it would go. How you’d run into his arms, and he’d scoop you up. Maybe even some rain would fall from the sky, because surely even the Gods of the universe had to rejoice in this moment.

Only this is nothing as he dreamt of, this is better.

This is real. The barely there breathy moan that escapes your throat. The heat radiating from your mouth to his. The soft plush of your lips applying pressure against his as you kiss back. And you do kiss back, allowing the tip of his tongue to skim across the seam of your lips. He boldly takes the chance to push in more, eyebrows raised as your mouth parts open around him.

This kiss is more passionate, more intense, blooming life between his thighs. He feels mad once his tongue makes it past your lips, and he licks the roof of your mouth. Licks through the crevices, laps at your tongue. He can’t get enough, moaning as the taste of your saliva meets the back of his throat. He needs more, needs to know how swollen your pretty mouth can get if he keeps going. Pulling back his tongue and slurping, he latches onto your bottom lip. Sucking the plump juiciness between his, biting down harder than intended. 

Excitement builds fast, rushing through him at light speed and his hands. His hands slide down, they land at your chest, teasing the buttons of your blouse. And just like that your lips are gone, leaving him puckered up midair. Dreamily blinking open his glazed over eyes.

“H-huh?” 

The sight of the back of your hand dragging across your mouth is the first thing he sees. Drawing yourself away from him with a firm nod. You hold out a finger toward him and make your way to the door. “Stay right there.”

Sunghoon can’t ignore the way his chest swoops down to his stomach. His groin aches and throbs. Fuck if it isn’t taking every bit of his restraint to stop himself from chasing after you only to slam your back against that door before you can go anywhere. With clenched fists he listens to you, gritting his teeth.

“Will you allow me to call you now?”

“No.”

Sunghoon chuckles sarcastically to mask his pain. Having to hold himself up by clutching onto the entrance table. Practically knocked off of his feet after getting a small taste of you. “I figured as much. Well I always have your address.”

“Hoon.”

“What?” He acts stupid, blinking dumbly with a shit-eating grin. All of this is fake, an act to keep his tears under control.

“Do not show up at my home.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic, that’s not my style..” he motions around himself. Indicating that he’d much rather track you down at work where he can at least enjoy a luxurious hotel suite. “I’ll be writing to you.”

“Writing??”

“Letters.” He nods surely, playing with the door handle. “I hope you’ll read them.”

Giving him a suspicious eye, you shake your head and begin to turn around to head back to your manager’s office. Scoffing and muttering under your breath. “Whatever.”

“Don’t be a stranger! Alright?” He calls out from behind you. Sighing to himself and dragging two digits across his bottom lip. 

Maybe you didn’t say yes, and sure, you didn’t seem as excited to see him after an entire year as he had hoped for; but one kiss held more than hope. Confirming that you still want him, still think about him. He’d cherish that kiss until you come around and finally accept to let him in. It’s not as if you’ve kicked him out, yet..

———————————-

‘I remember my first time in Paris, I thought to myself city of love? And wondered if I simply did not understand what love must really feel like. Dad had brought me along for a company trip, he wanted me to meet some investors, get my face recognized before I joined his side someday. I watched these old fat bastards chain smoke all night, rave about Parisian women dancing topless at Crazy Horse, drink as if tomorrow would never come. I felt no sense of love, only disgust as I sat there amidst wealth being mindlessly thrown around. 

And now I sit here in the city of love, and I sip on cappuccinos every early morning. I order the same flaky butter croissant from this adorable quaint café near my hotel. I take my time to people watch, relax and soak in the morning sun that has just risen, and I think of you. I think of love.’

He really did write you letters. Every week a new one would come in, addressed from one of your favorite aunts. The first to arrive initially had you excited, hoping she had shoved in a few hundred dollar bills after hearing that you’d been working. Maybe your mother had informed her that she hadn’t been transferring you quite as much anymore. The last thing you anticipated was a handwritten letter from Sunghoon.

Choking on your coffee as you began to read, you cleared your throat and peered around for Heeseung’s presence. Thankfully, he was too deep into his game to notice your wide eyes and the paper in your hand. Sunghoon had really sent you a Goddamn letter.. pen and paper.. what a fool.

You tried to hold back a smile as you continued to read upon realizing this was no mail sent from your beloved aunt. 

‘I think about you and how nice it would be to wake up by your side. To share my morning coffee with you, to cut a croissant for you. To simply take a stroll before I head into work and hold your hand. How much I’d love to see your face glow under this sunrise. I’d buy you flowers from the local vendors, take you on shopping sprees every weekend. We’d be regulars at the opera house, try out all the fine dining Paris has to offer. And when we’re up to it, we could go to the South of France, take the train out to Sweden, Denmark, wherever you wish to visit. That must be love, to enjoy and live through this life with someone who fills your heart.

-SH’

Thousands of feelings swarm around your head as you fold up the paper and tuck it into your pocket. Already planning to stuff it away inside of the jewelry box you only ever open to look at, to remember. 

“Babe, did you check out any of those listings I emailed you?” Heeseung calls out, not moving his eyes away from the computer screen. He leans in too close, jabbing at his keyboard. “Found some really good plots of land and houses that could benefit from a lot of refurbishing in Seattle. I think you’d really like the area.”

It’s been a couple of weeks now since your anniversary, since Sunghoon’s unwelcomed arrival back into your life. You never mentioned your night time visitor at work to your boyfriend, maybe out of fear. Worry and guilt as to how he would react knowing that his younger brother’s booked a suite at your place of work..

Heeseung likely wouldn’t have taken the news well, given your past and how sensitive the topic of his brother always is. You don’t walk on eggshells anytime he’s even alluded to in conversation for nothing.

“Uhm, no, haven’t had time, baby. You know work has been so crazy. Peak tourist season and all.” 

You’re not lying, work has been slammed. You’ve come home night after night completely exhausted. Also tense from looking over your shoulder, afraid and hopeful of the possibility to see a familiar face. It’s not that you want to see him, at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself. You’re curious more than anything.. if he’d rear around the corner. If he’d try to bother you while working, what his next step could be..

It’s better this way. Keeping Heeseung clueless to his brother's current location, avoid any possible altercations, and there’s of course no need to mention the kiss. It didn’t mean anything.. you just needed a way out.

“Babe, our lease here ends in a few months. I really want to start planning for the move back.”

This has been happening nonstop for the last week. Even when you’re fucking he brings up moving, rubbing your stomach and mumbling about having kids. Reassuring you that he’ll land a high-paying job once you move. It’s a near guarantee thanks to his last name and father’s connections..

“We could go month to month..” you mumble, pretending to clean up around the kitchen. “You know, if we can’t find a place we agree on.”

The sound of his game pausing fills your living space in silence. Slowly turning to look at you, he tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “But then we’d be here even longer, and I thought—“

“I don’t want to move.” You should have let him know immediately. But impending fear of losing him kept you quiet. Nodding and agreeing to whatever he said as you went on ignoring his texts and emails about moving. Skirted around the subject whenever he brought it up again. Yawned and waved off the conversation in favor of getting to sleep, or taking a shower, anything to make him stop until he came to the realization on his own.

“You don’t want to move?..” moving to stand, he slowly walks over to you. Lips pulled down in a frown. “But I thought we were planning our future—“

“You.” Interrupting him, you anxiously ring your hands together. Knocking your nail beds against each other. “You were planning..”

“Are you—“ he breathes shallowly, reaching for his chest. “B-breaking up with me??”

“No! Hee, no! Not at all!” You fret, running around the kitchen island to grab his arms. “This is why I didn’t want to talk about this! I don’t want you to be upset!”

“So, you lied to me?” He sighs, head dropping. “You never wanted to move?”

“I didn’t lie.. I never told you that I wanted to move.”

“Then, then—why? Why not?” He sounds genuinely confused, tearing your heart apart. You tried to avoid this, didn’t want to have to ruin the peaceful relationship you’ve become accustomed to, too comfortable with. 

“I love living here, in Paris..”

“But it’s—we always complain about so many things! The sewer system, how fast the groceries go bad, the lack of convenient transportation!”

“You, you complain about those things.” Rubbing his arms up and down, you trail down to place your hands in his. “I’m sorry for not being honest. I don’t want you to leave me..”

Heeseung looks as overwhelmed as you feel, forehead wrinkled, lips tightened into a thin line. He sighs and shakes his head, pulling you into a hug. It’s not that you couldn’t make it work.. a long distance type of relationship, but for how long? 

There’s a chance you could wake up one day tired of this, missing your life back in the states. But there’s a higher chance you’ll regret letting him slip from your arms to start a new life without you in America. 

Silence and a tight hug consumes you for the next hour. Calming each other with soothing rubs up and down each other’s backs.

“Now I feel bad, like I’ve been pressuring you..” he mumbles into your shoulder. Squeezing you closer to his front. “God I feel like such a dick.”

“It’s my fault, seriously. You have nothing to feel bad about.” 

No. The only one who should feel bad is you. Giggling over some stupid letter that you should have tore up once you realized who it came from. You should feel bad whenever you’re by yourself, when your boyfriends at work, when you lock yourself in the bathroom alone; and you think about him. Replaying the kiss, the touch of his hands on you, the desperation in his voice. You’re the worst girlfriend, undeserving of a man as good as Heeseung.

“We don’t have to keep talking about this. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Pulling away to look at you, he really tries to force a smile to comfort you. “I was getting home sick, I don’t know.. it was stupid.”

“Not stupid.” You say apologetically. Sorry for things he’s not even aware of..

The rest of the day goes by awkwardly, needless to say. As much as you both continue to assure each other that everything’s okay, and everything will be okay; you know that everything has changed. 

Heeseung drops the topic of moving for the next few weeks, and he tries, he tries so hard to be the best boyfriend to you. Only setting in what a piece of shit you really are for holding him back, for keeping him here with you for your own selfish reasons.

He’s your first love and the thought of losing him keeps you up at night. Staring blankly out into nothing as you quietly debate with yourself over and over again. Weighing out the pros and cons of moving, of giving up your dreams to satisfy his. 

And through your inner turmoil, the letters continue to come. Never questioned by your boyfriend when you explain that your favorite aunt once lived in Paris when she was about your age. You’ve become pen pals sort of, sharing your experiences back and forth.

Another lie.

‘I told my French instructor about you, or well, perhaps I fibbed a little. Told him that I moved here for my girlfriend. She loves Paris, enchanted with the city. He’s really helped me out to improve the little bit of French I had learned back in high school. 

There’s this saying he spoke of when I told him about us. 

Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point

It means: The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing. 

Again, I think of you, I think of my heart when it comes to you. The reasons I think that I love you, how they run so deep that I am not sure I will ever begin to understand how we ended up here..

I hope you are well, and that someday you will understand that love is not one dimensional. Our hearts are stronger than we realize. Love you.

-SH’

These letters, they could be another way to manipulate you. Going on two months now, he sends one every week sharing tidbits of his life here in Paris. How lonely it is, how he’s used to being alone, and how even though you are not with him—he is with you.

And then he writes about her, and you have to ask yourself how far Sunghoon’s willing to go to mess with your head. How much of himself is he willing to open up and spill out for you. He claims to love you, shouldn’t he pour himself empty for you?

‘My mom passed away September 26th. The days coming up again. I don’t talk much about her, I know. I am sure my brother has told you enough, how I bawled my eyes out everyday as a child. How much I hurt all by myself. Maybe it’s true that people like me are some of the loneliest.

Someone like me who seems to have it all. That’s what a lot of the employees under me now say behind my back. I hear them, I listen to their snickering words. To their quiet whispers when I arrive and walk through to my office without acknowledging their feeble existences. They think I’m a fucking dick, they’re probably right.

I don’t blame everything on my mother. I pity her the same way I pity my brother. Both too weak to handle their emotions in a way that doesn’t ruin others lives. 

You told me I have love for my brother, that I don’t hate him, and you’re right. I don’t know how you read me so easily, but you do. It drives me crazy, the way you make me feel seen. I go through life with all these eyes on me, but none of them really see me. None of them are actually looking at me.

Ah, I am speaking nonsense, aren’t I? You probably haven’t read a single one of these. Maybe I’m starting to lose my last attachment to this fleeting hope. Not that this hasn’t been worth everything to me. To be able to see you again even if just once, to taste you one last time. I can’t believe I allowed love in only for it to hurt me. 

I wouldn’t take any of this back. I don’t believe I have ever let go of myself this much, the invisible armor I keep up. Thanks to you, I have learned to bring down my defenses.. I really do hate that.

Talk soon, I hope.

-SH’

Each letter dug a deeper hole inside of your chest. Sunghoon never gave you a return address, both of you know there were more than enough ways to reach him. You know exactly where his father’s company is located, his email, his phone number that remains blocked.

He poured more and more of himself into each one. And as much as it pained you to read, you felt the same butterflies or excitement each time another letter arrived in the mail. Hiding yourself at your computer desk to read every new one, muttering to Heeseung that you had some work to wrap up. 

This couldn’t qualify as cheating if you remained contactless on your side, right? Not that repeating that to yourself helped any with the guilt that continued to suffocate you. 

If only you could run to your mother with this problem, let out all of your anguish. How much you’ve been stretched apart by these two men. How they’ve split you down the middle and made you forget yourself.

If they weren’t your step-brothers she’d likely soar to the fucking moon after hearing news of your rapturous love life. Not even your mother had enough faith in you to believe that two Park men could possibly be battling to a bloody pulp to claim you as theirs and only theirs.

As fast as fall came, so did the crushing weight of reality. 

Heeseung’s smile rarely graced your days anymore. His laughter hardly filled your loft. And the uneasy strain between you never subsided. His sadness was hard to ignore and trying to only made you feel worse, guiltier, like such a terrible person.

“Hee, I checked out some of those locations you sent me before.” You mention over dinner. Feeling extra tense after reading another new letter from Sunghoon.

He’s officially moved into Paris, no longer residing at a hotel. His writing was full of excitement this time, cheering happily about finding a place. Insisting you come visit him one day to at least compliment him for hiring a fantastic realtor and scoring a decently priced house with a perfect view of the Eiffel tower. Decently priced for a millionaire, of course.

“Huh?” Heeseung asks, half paying attention. Half distracted by a game on his phone.

“Seattle, right? It’s nice and cold out there..”

Nothing like a humid sunny summer day in Paris, no.. 

“Wh-what? I thought you didn’t want to move.”

You don’t. At all.

“Worth looking at.” You shrug, biting down on your lip nervously. 

It’s not actually, and you’re being tortured by your own subconscious that won’t shut up about this. It’s all you can think about even while you fuck and have great sex. Heeseung’s accepting a future he doesn’t desire for you. And you? You’re greedy, selfish, benefiting off of his pain to fulfill your needs and dreams..

“You don’t want to leave Paris.” He nods firmly, reaching across the table for your hand. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

All you seem to do these days is lie. Lie after lie, failing to convince yourself that you only choose to lie to protect him.

You have to lie, because worse than losing him, you’d hate to be another person that’s let him down. Another comparison to his mother, father, brother, all those who have failed him before you..

“I don’t.” You struggle to say, throat welling up with tears. “But I’m scared. What does this mean for us?”

“N-nothing, I—“

“You’re unhappy.” Saying those words out loud rush tears to brim your eyes. Blinking the first batch out, they scold your cheeks on their way down. “You don’t like it here, you’re only here because of me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He appeals, sitting up. The game on his phone forgotten about. “I love you, I want to be wherever you are.”

“I know.” Sniffling, you squeeze his hand. Getting up to sit down on his lap and wrap yourself around him. “I love you, and I don’t want you to choose a life that was never meant for you.”

I’ve put you through so much Heeseung. That’s what you wish you could bring yourself to say. That you released his inner demons, went behind his back, selfishly expected him to fix all of your fucked up life himself..

“We can make this work, can’t we?” Heeseung’s first cry makes your heart sink. Clutching onto him, burying your fingers through his hair. You don’t want to ever let go, don’t want to accept the reality of your situation. That he may just be your very first heartbreak.

“Of course we can, baby.”

Lying isn’t always a bad thing, right? Sometimes we lie to spare others feelings. Like when your mother lied to you about cheating on your father, she knew you’d figure everything out in time. But you were too young to fully comprehend the gravity of the situation. She lied so that you wouldn’t hate her or blame her. You lied for the same reasons..

By October, Heeseung had packed up his belongings. The two of you agreed that this wouldn’t be permanent, only until you finish up school and get at least a year’s experience of work. After that was all done, you could revisit the whole moving back to America conversation. Of course you cried and suffered in silence, keeping yourself as calm as you could around him as the days went by. The second you locked the bathroom door to shower, tears would find their way out. You’d sob and cry into your palm. Hoping the shower was louder than your aching chest to drown out the sound of your sadness.

Your mother only side-eyed you when you begged her to not make Sunghoon aware of Heeseung’s departure back to the states. She didn’t pry too much, only clicked her tongue disappointed by the lack of a close relationship you had with her preferred brother.

The goodbye before Heeseung got on the plane to leave you spiraled you into a depressive state for weeks. Only forcing yourself to appear normal when he’d video call you appearing equally miserable. This was the promise you made to each other, to keep your relationship alive. Update each other daily, phone calls, scheduled video chats, texts throughout your days, photos, anything. 

And that worked, at first. Even forcing you both to learn how to get each other off in new ways. Video calls often turned steamy, positioning your cameras to enjoy the view of your private areas as you touched yourselves and moaned. Of course, it was never enough and you’d crawl into the bed he shared with you only 3 weeks ago to cry yourself to sleep

“This was for the best.” That’s what you continued to tell yourself. He was miserable here, already back to smiling big as he used to whenever he answers another video call from you. He’s doing better mentally despite missing your warmth by his side, and that’s what matters.

If you love something, let it go, right?

That’s what Sunghoon did.

Sunghoon.

His letters have piled up, the fourth one coming in today. You stare at them stacked on your kitchen counter sometimes. Trembling hands tempted to open each and swallow down each word like a crisp sip of wine. 

They felt similar. Addicting, butter, sweet, euphoric. To be let inside of someone that not many, if any, have ever been able to know so well.

Maybe this was the right decision for you and Heeseung, as much as it ripped you to shreds to go through with. He once gave up the only life he’d ever known for you, and here you are.. only giving him up.

There are times you listen to the sound of your heart beating only to make sure it’s there. You’re not a heartless monster for choosing yourself first. Neither of your parents were pleased with this news, especially your mother who has been urging you to move and follow along with your step-brother. 

‘At least Sunghoon lives out there now too. I don’t understand you kids, Europe is great for vacation.’

She also pestered you to contact him, to not forget that he is also your step-sibling. That you also should build a healthy strong relationship with him as he will be the one to likely inherit all of Mr. Park’s wealth when his time comes.

‘Heeseung’s wonderful, I was wrong about him.’ She mindlessly chatted with you, holding a yogurt covered spoon by her mouth. ‘I’m so grateful that he took all of that time to look out for you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he had a crush on you or some type of liking.’

She giggled over the silly idea, finishing her yogurt and ending the call. Not before scolding you to text Sunghoon.

You wouldn’t. Instead, you shoved his unopened letters inside of a drawer and decided to attend your job’s annual Halloween ball. Something that could help to lift your spirits, dressing up a little, dancing and drinking with your coworkers. Why not?

Heeseung encouraged you and helped you pick out an outfit over video call. Leaving your room a haphazard mess of tops and skirts, all types of tights and fishnets thrown about as you tried on various looks for him. The two of you agreed upon a deep blood red coat you purchased sometime last year at a street market that resembled a cape.

“That should be good enough to cover you up on your way over.” He gulped, nervously taking in the skimpy black minidress you chose. Cut low to enhance your breast shape, the fabric clung to your skin tightly showing off all of your shape.

“Good thing I work with a ton of girls, right baby?” You winked, blowing him a kiss. He pressed in closer to the screen whimpering.

“Send me a lot of pictures?”

“Of course, don’t have too much fun handing out candy without me?”

The two of you chatted for a bit longer before you had to let him go. It was already after 8pm and the party had been well on its way by the time you arrived. Many of your coworkers had been hitting the open bar hard, dragging you onto the dance floor right as you arrived.

Halloween tunes from Monster Mash to Thriller blasted through the speakers and everyone had fun dancing. Exactly what you needed, not some grungy Parisian club filled with men attempting to grope you all night. Just a good spooky time with the closest thing you have to friends in this lonely city.

This lonely city that you could run into just about anyone in.

Brava. Brava. Bravissima.

That jawline, those eyes, his curved lips. You’d recognize him regardless of the mask covering half of his face. He’s standing there across the floor, beneath the balcony creating a shadow down his face. Sharp gaze laser focused on you, unblinking, licking his lips when you finally spot him.

How long has he waited? How did he know, and why.. why is he wearing that.

The world really stops, slows down, becomes mute when you see him. That’s Sunghoon’s power over you and he knows it. Floating across the floor to you, he bows forward. The cufflinks on his wrist gleam, the white gloves covering his hands strike visually in contrast against his black suit. 

And that mask, that mask hiding half of his handsome features. This has to be a joke.

“Phantom.”

“Ah, you did not read my letters.” His tongue clicks, and you’re sure a hint of blush spreads across his one visible cheek. 

“I did.” You stammer, squeezing your eyes shut. “N-not the past few, been busy..”

“Well,” reaching out his hand, he smiles. “Trick or treat?”

“Is this not enough of a trick for you?” You can’t help but sneer, rolling your eyes as you take his hand. “What happened to not stalking me at my place of work?

“I’ll have you know I stayed at this establishment for a month. I was invited because I’m now considered a platinum club member guest.” Sunghoon leads you away from the drunken crowd of girls you’d been amongst all night. Head towards the center of the dance floor, his sharp canines shine under the low lights that scatter about the room. “Didn’t think you’d be here, job requirements I’m guessing?”

“Yeah.” 

Not necessarily, but that’s none of his business.

“Not allowed to bring a plus one?” He questions. Making his true curiosity very clear.

“Felt like doing a girls night.” You shrug, lifting his hand to look over his costume. “So, why this get up?”

“Why not? I’m in Paris. Felt like an appropriate costume.” He shrugs back, cocking his visible eyebrow. “Not a fan?”

“That’s hilarious..” you mutter. Falling in line with him as he leads you to dance. “Me? Not a fan of Phantom of The Opera?”

“Let me guess, you’re my angel of music?” He grins, turning you around. His free hand creeping onto your waist beneath your cape. “The mask I wear?

“Good guess.” Sticking out your tongue at him, you snort. “I’m a vampire, obviously.”

“Ah, well, your fangs seems to be missing tonight.”

“Oh? You must be a human to think so naive.”

“Could always bite me if that’s the case?” His smile widens, bending in closer. “Right on the jugular, suck me dry to the bone.”

“You’re too insufferable to pull off Phantom, you know.” 

Sunghoon can’t stop himself from smiling. He even laughs, pointing out a table nearby. “Join me? I do miss this back and forth with you, you know.”

“My coworkers are waiting for me.” You lie, beginning to turn away.

“Come on, I won’t try anything. Promise.” Holding out his pinky toward you, he nods at the table again. “We can’t chat? Like old time friends?”

“We’ve never been friends, Sunghoon.”

“You’re right, whatever we are is so much worse.” He chuckles. Seemingly amused just to be in your presence. “Please? For a little bit?”

“Fine.” You know better than to give him an inch. Sunghoon only knows how to take more and more, but you can’t deny how human he seems now. Those stupid letters go to you.

“Honestly, had no idea you were a fan.” He holds out his hands in defense. Lips dragging down at the corners. “I thought about being a ghost and the Paris opera ghost came up while I googled. Tell me that’s not too perfect.”

“Well, I’m a big fan.” Easing up around him, you stir a tepid drink around. Mostly nursing it instead of drinking. He has to sit close to hear you as music blares, and you try to ignore how good the cologne he’s wearing smells. “It’s probably weird.”

“No no no! Tell me all about it.” Sunghoon couldn’t look happier to be talking to you. Crossing his arms over his chest proudly, he motions for you to continue. “I’m familiar enough to understand.”

“It’s just a really good romance. A tragic one, but good nonetheless.” You shrug, looking over his costume again. “Maybe I’m a sucker for love triangles.”

“I think I’ve caught onto that.” He snorts. Drinking the last sip of his beverage. “Is it like a team Edward or Jacob thing for you?”

“Pfftt.. don’t compare Phantom to that.”

“Well? You must have been on the good guys side. Raoul, right?” Sunghoon taps his chin. “I mean, you know, he was no Edward if you ask me.”

“Can’t stand Raoul.” You mumble. “He wasn’t really that good of a guy.”

“Pftt, tell me about it.” He scoffs under his breath. Lifting both eyebrows at you. “And Phantom, he’s just one hell of a man, huh?”

“You see, I get it. I understand why it’s only implied that Eric and Christine got it on.” You begin to explain, over-using your hands to distract from how awkward this conversation has become. “But, like—it wasn’t enough.”

Sunghoon grins, eyebrows mockingly bouncing up and down. “You little trollop.”

“Trollop?!” You guffaw, rolling your eyes. “You clearly have got to get back to America.”

“No no, don’t try to change the subject.” Snapping his fingers in your face, he nods for you to continue. “Go on, tell me about how you wanted Gaston Leroux to go into extreme detail about Phantom clapping Miss Daaé’s cheeks.”

“Ugh, it’s not that vulgar.” His smile only increases the more you lie and brush around the topic. Blowing out a long gust of air, you stomp and pretend to whine. How the conversation took a flirty tone is beyond you. “Fine! Fine okay! I dabbled in reading a few erotic Phantom of The Opera novels.”

“Do tell darling.” Sunghoon leans in, highly amused. “Got your shit off to some freaky phan-fiction, did you?”

“You’re seriously annoying.”

“I have to know,” he pouts, humming. “How was it?”

“I mean, Christine..” you trail off, bypassing his gaze. “She never really wanted it, I mean she did. But she didn’t—like she..” the tightness budding in your throat causes you to pause, locking with his gaze. “She did, but she acted differently. He really had to make her his..”

His head tilts, cheek dimpling with an arrogant glimmer in his eyes. “Sounds like my kind of girl.”

“Oh yeah? Since when has your style been the difficult type?”

“Sometimes you need to meet the right one to know what you’re looking for.” 

Sunghoon smiles, nodding toward the exit when you don’t keep the conversation going. “The nights still young, want to check out the Halloween parade?”

No. You shouldn’t, but you want to. So you nod and follow him out, keeping your arms pressed tightly against your sides.

Reading letters was definitely a form of emotional cheating, but this, this had to be worse. And deep down inside you knew after this night that Sunghoon Park would never leave you alone. He’d lurk in the shadows, haunt your dreams, chew away at your heart until he could swallow the last beatz

Maybe the darkness that surrounded him reached out toward you for the hundredth time, and maybe you let him in to finally meet yours.

———————————-

~seven years later~

The Eiffel tower is a magnificent sight at night. Lights glow all over the city, reflecting off of the water around. These days you spend a lot of time simply absorbing, taking in the grandiose landscape. 

When morning comes you sit down with a cup of coffee, decaffeinated tea as of late. Stirring a cube of sugar until it melts with the hot water, and you take a deep breath. Paris is romanticized in the media, in reality it’s nothing too special. What makes the city special is the people. From the different street vendors, cafe owners, angry bike riders shouting curses, the snooty designer brand employees bustling and rushing to work. There are certain quirks to the city of love that at times make you laugh.

Because here you are, reminiscing on these last few years. 

Heeseung had moved back after some time, and you couldn’t have been happier. Taking advantage of the short period of time he had no job, you would venture off to other parts of Europe. Finally visited the Swiss Alps during the Winter season. Everything was as beautiful as you always dreamt of, even more with him by your side.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Deep warmth vibrates against your throat. Pressing soft kisses up the side of your neck, he nips at your ear. Complimenting the diamond earrings he’d gifted you on your last anniversary.

“How much I love it here.”

“Can you believe that you almost left?”

That’s right, the flight to Seattle had even been purchased. Making it all the way to your gate before you broke down and cried. The life you’d made in Paris was everything you ever wanted growing up. And he was everything your heart needed. 

“I don’t think you were ever supposed to move back.” Wrapping around your waist from behind, he flattens you back to his chest. Large hands gently resting on the top of your stomach. “I knew ever since that first time, the way your eyes lit up when you stepped off the plane.”

“I hadn’t even left the airport yet.” You scoff, layering your hands on top of his. The sturdy build of his chest eases some of the weight off of your knees, utilizing his strength to lean against. “And I never wanted to leave after that.”

“That’s why I’m here.” Squeezing your hands, he slides them lower to cup around your protruding stomach. Slowly easing your interlaced fingers beneath your bump. “That’s why we’re here.”

Ah yes, there’s three of you to consider now. 

Now, how did this happen? How did you get here? What do your parents think? 

For one, they don’t know.

‘We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.’ He shrugged, ever the type B personality. He never stressed much about anything the way you did. His only stress ever seemed to be you.

‘We hardly ever see them anyway. A few holidays that they make their way over here. What’s my father going to do? Disown me?’ He spoke arrogantly as ever. Smiling cockily and spinning you into his arms to follow him through the living room when you ran in holding a positive pregnancy test.

You’re not even married.

‘You’re having my baby. It’s about damn time.’

God knows he’s been trying to get you knocked up for months now. And maybe he’s right, you’ve worked despite him insisting he can afford to take care of you without your paychecks. But now seemed like the appropriate time to relax, be a stay at home mother.. buy fancy strollers and baby Chanel ballet flats. If you have a girl, of course.

“You ready darling? I know how much you love to stand out here and admire the pollution but we do have dinner reservations.”

“Do we have time to walk?” You ask hopeful, batting your eyelashes. 

“Ahh—“

“Please?”

He’s been such a hard ass ever since you started showing. Making new rules everyday of what you can and cannot do. “I know it’s not far, I saw the confirmation email.”

Clicking his tongue, he playfully glares at you. Rubbing your stomach. “Can’t ever just let me surprise you, can you?”

“Please? Who knows how much longer I’ll be able to see my own feet, let alone walk without waddling.”

Busting into a smile, he nods and directs you to follow him off of the balcony back inside of the house. First, you have to put on a coat, of course, it’s too chilly outside for you to only walk around in a dress. The baby could catch a cold, that’s what he says while getting your arms into a peacoat.

“Already miss wearing my high heels.” You frown at the flats that have begun to take over your closet. Led down the elevator to exit onto the street. His large hand finds yours, taking slow steps to not rush you. Making more effort with his longer legs to keep a light pace.

“Hey, those are $7000 shoes you have on.” He scoffs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “They’re cute.”

“Yeah, they’re cute.” You pout, watching your feet walk down the cobblestone toward the center of town. The convenient location of your ridiculously expensive house was prime real estate, located close enough to everything you’d want walking distance to. 

“They’re cute, you’re cuter.”

“Ahh, you little—“

“Hey.” A nervous smile plays on his lips. Coming around to take a few steps ahead of you, he reaches for the front of your coat and stops you. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Sunghoon.” You say flatly. Sensing heat climb up your chest despite the crisp night air. “You know I hate when you do this.”

His smile trembles more, biting on his lower lip. “Do you love me?”

“God, I wish I didn’t.” You sigh to hold back a smile. Turning away to not look at how the tip of his nose reddens. The Eiffel towers not too far now, right to your side.. a near perfect spot for..

Him to get down on his knees as he has when you turn back to look at him. 

“I asked you once before if you’d marry me.” His teeth chatter, not from the cold breeze. Blinking at the moisture that rapidly fills his eyes. “You said no.”

“Hoon..”

“And I kept that ring.” The same box from years ago opens up in his hand. The ring he thought screamed your name from the first moment he spotted it in some outrageously priced jewelry store. “I meant what I said back then as much as I do now.”

“You’ve always been crazy.” You manage to say through the wetness filling your throat. Clasping your hands to your face as a sob comes out. 

“Is that why you love me?” Sunghoon’s icy complexion flushes pink. A single tear trickles down his cheek, and his eyebrows scrunch together. Chest beating wildly waiting for you to deny him once again.

“One of the reasons.” You nod, draping one of your hands under your stomach to hold your dress down. “One of many.”

“Do you think that this time, I’ll get the girl?” He asks wearily, holding the ring up. “Will you say yes? Will you spend your life with me?”

“I think that you’ve always had the girl.”

“Good, because I’m nothing without her.” More tears pour down his face. Digging the ring out of the jewelry box, he takes a hold of your hand. 

“Marry me?”

After all of this time, all of this running away, all of these feelings you denied. There is only one answer.

“Yes.”

A familiar shy warmth builds on your cheeks, the same one you always feel when Heeseung’s this close to you. Even after what transpired during that ridiculous game of chicken. “I needed some fresh air.”

“Fuck, my bad.” Continuing to fan the air around you, he frowns. Dropping his hands and leaning in closer to look at you. “Hey, you weren’t crying, were you?”

Ah crap, you’d been trying to hold back your tears. Jungwon hadn’t warned you that your ex-boyfriend might be at the party. Too focused on painting his face and hands entirely green so that he could pull off the best Shrek. The last thing you needed was for Jisung to find out that the sight of his new girlfriend brought you to tears.

“No no,” you sniffle. Cringing and dabbing your palms at the rims of your eyes. “Allergies or something. That fog machine in there was irritating my contacts. Maybe I smelled an onion in the guacamole dip—“

Heeseung lets out a small laugh, cupping your shoulders. “It’s okay, what happened baby? Who pissed you off? Want me to kick someone’s ass?”

If only.

“It’s really stupid..”

“Tssk, none of that. Come on, tell me.”

“This guy I was seeing, I guess he was my boyfriend..” you quietly mumble. Too embarrassed to admit that he was your first boyfriend, and the first to break your heart. 

“Oh,” Heeseung’s eyebrows wrinkle together. Pouty lips forming a thin annoyed line. “You’re still seeing him?”

“No, he u-uhm.. he told me this wasn’t going to work. Like a relationship between us. It was my fault.”

His grip on your shoulders tightens, blinking furiously as he begins to stroke up and down your upper arms. “There’s no way it was your fault, not my sweet angel. The hell did that asshole do? Tell me the truth.”

“It’s embarrassing..” 

Heeseung reaches for your hands, smile softening. “More embarrassing than squirting in Jake’s face last week??”

“Heeseung!!”

“I’m just joken, I’m just joken.” He mimics, lifting your hands up to his face to blow over your cold digits. “Trust me that whatever you say can be no more embarrassing than someone in there asking me if I’m supposed to be Donald Trump. Never been so offended in my fucking life.”

Squinting at his outfit, you take a step back to look over his collared shirt, red tie, and the fitted suit he has on. “What are you?”

Heeseung sucks at the backs of his teeth, forcing himself to smile. “I like to dissect girls.” Grabbing your forearm, he brings it to his lips. Dragging his teeth across your skin and softly nipping. “Did you know I’m utterly insane?”

“I don’t get it.” You frown. Busting out a laugh as he straightens out and stomps his foot.

“I’m Patrick Bateman!!” He huffs, gently biting the inside of your arm. “It’s so obvious.”

“Ahh, needs blood.. maybe a knife, clear raincoat!” 

“Whatever.” Shrugging, he reaches for the stethoscope hanging from your neck. Toying with the prop and pressing it to his chest. “Do you hear that?”

“Oh it’s not rea—“

“I think my heart is screaming your name.” He winks. Snatching the prop injection needle from your front pocket, he presses the tip to his neck. “Tell me what happened or I’ll do it!”

Rolling your eyes, you almost forget why you even came outside in the first place. Laughing under your breath, you shove his chest. 

“At least you’re smiling now.” He smirks. “Was about to start breaking into colonoscopy jokes if you didn’t budge.”

“Ew.” Heeseung grabs your wrists before you can shove him again. The smile on his face fading into a serious expression. 

“Do you want me to beat him up? Your ex? Come on, I’ll do it for you.”

“It’s not his fault, I’m being honest.” You sigh, anxiously reaching for your neck. Stroking at your skin from the sides to your nape. “It’s me, I wasn’t—I dunno, like I was scared of going too far..”

Heeseung lifts an eyebrow inquisitively. “But Sunghoon said that you’re a virg—“

“I am!” You squeak, groaning. Squishing your warming flesh between your digits. “That was.. the problem. He wanted to have sex..” you mumble off, looking away.

“Ooohh..” he nods, shrugging. “That’s not a good reason to break up with you. Dude sounds like a dickhead.” 

“I mean we tried!” Biting down on your lip, you look away to avoid his gaze. “I think he was too big. It really h-hurt..”

Heeseung’s blood chills, teeth shivering, possibly from the cold night breeze passing by. Or maybe because he can’t fucking believe what you just said out loud. “That asshole.” He mutters, making you turn around to look at him.

“What?”

“Probably didn’t prep you enough.” 

“No, it’s just, he’s like really big.” You attempt to express it with your hands. Forming a rod-like shape in the air, internally cringing and dropping your arms back down. “God why am I telling you this.”

He has to bite down on the backs of his teeth to stop from shouting out ‘I’m bigger.’ Instead sporting a closed mouth smile, nodding toward the house. “It’s getting cold out here. Let’s go hide out in Jake’s room, I’ll text Jongseong to give your ex the boot. Make up some shit about his costume sucking.”

Heeseung hasn’t stopped thinking about what took place in your bedroom. Even jerking off while on the phone with Sunghoon listening to him talk about how you two almost hooked up. Sooo close, he had your panties down to your ankles before your parents slammed the front door shut announcing their arrival. And now having to hear about your useless ex-boyfriend, he can’t control the way a rush of heat fills up the area between his thighs. Even standing in the crisp night air with you, all that he can think about is how badly he needs to fuck you before anyone else can.

“Don’t do that.” Grabbing onto the collar of his suit jacket, you smooth down the stiff material. Sliding your hand beneath his tie. “You just want to get me alone inside of Jakey’s room.”

“Whatever it is I can do to you in there, believe me I can do out here too.” Smoothing his palms onto your hips, he squeezes the white mini skirt clinging to your skin. Husky voice drawling out slowly. “Imagine your brother's big green ass coming out here to find us? I can hear it already- donkey!”

Right. Jungwon. The only reason you’re even at this Halloween party. Sensing the worry unfolding inside of your mind, he nods toward the backyard door. “Follow me, I practically live here you know.”

————————-

Heeseung sneaks you through the back entrance of the house. Shushing you as he leads you through the dark hallway toward the staircase and you peer over on your way up catching a glimpse of Jisung. Lost in his drunken daze rubbing his hardened cock against the material of his girlfriend's covered ass on the middle of the makeshift dance floor in the living room.

A tug on your wrist lulls your attention away from them, facing an awaiting Heeseung grinning at the top of the stairs. “Come on. I need to see a medical professional immediately, think I’m running a fever!”

Dragging you into Jakey’s bedroom, he switches on a red globe light placed at one corner of the room. Dimly lighting up one of the walls with a cascade of bright red. “Spooky vibes.” He nods, leading you to his friend’s bed. “I seriously can’t believe that guy you were hooking up with ghosted you over something so stupid, and obviously his fault.” Refusing to acknowledge that you called Jisung your boyfriend, he scoffs. Throwing himself onto Jake’s computer chair and rolling to sit in front of you.

“It really wasn’t his fault. I’m telling you it’s really embarrassing but—he was just too big.” You sigh, leaning back onto your palms. “Freaked me out when he tried to.. you know.”

“How big.” He whispers, pressing his back to the chair. “What? 7? 8 inches?”

“I—I don’t fucking know!” You laugh nervously, swallowing hard. “You act like I measured him.”

“Alright,” Heeseung rubs over his face, shoving his hands down to unbuckle his belt. Popping open the button of his slacks and unzipping in one go. 

“Hee—“

He pauses, raising an eyebrow. “My temperature nurse, don’t you remember? I feel.. pain.” Licking at the top row of his teeth, he draws himself free. Stroking his length a few times as your eyes drop down to his hips and widen. “So, he wasn’t this big.”

Pushing his hips up, he scoots his ass out of his bottoms. Lifting his palm to layer spit onto. “Seeing you in that costume.” He hisses, tightly wrapping around himself. “Makes me want to stab you to death and play around with your blood.”

“Wh-what?” You gasp, head jerking up to look at him.

“American Psycho, remember?” He chuckles. Tucking his length back inside of his briefs. “That guy, the one with a tiny dick.” Clicking his tongue, he bends over closing the space between you. Laying his hands on your upper thighs. “When you say it hurt, what exactly did he do?”

“We were, you know.. kissing and stuff.” Struggling to speak, you can’t look away from his hands sliding up your thighs. Dragging his fingers up past your waist to grab your stethoscope, he pretends to check your pulse. “I told him that I was ready. It was my fault.”

“Were you?”

“What?”

Heeseung moves down onto his knees, flicking your knee, pretending to give you a physical. “Were you ready? To fuck.”

“I was—heat of the moment, you know. I freaked out when he tried to.. go inside.”

Biting down on his bottom lip to suppress a groan, he presses the stethoscope to your inner thigh. Humming as he moves up higher, now having a clear view of your thin white cotton thong. The material translucent with your seeping cunt pressed snuggly against it. “Hmm, I’ve found the problem.”

“Wait, really?” Heeseung’s eyes drag up to find yours. Glazed over with lust, he nods from between your thighs.

“You’re too tight, baby girl.” He tsks, shoving his hands up the sides of your miniskirt. The material bunching up around your waist, unveiling the red cross on the mound of your panties. “Wow,” he chuckles, tapping the design. “What a costume.”

“Wait, Seung, are you being serious?” The position he’s in makes your heart race. Thighs shaking by his head with threat of shutting. “Do you think that’s why he broke up with me?”

Heeseung pouts as he replays your question in his head, conjuring up the different answers he can give you. Quickly deducting which one would clear the path to end this night with his dick inside of you. Slowly nodding his head, he frowns to one side, blinking up at you sweetly. “Yes.”

“I thought that was a good thing, being tight..”

“It is, baby.” Looping his fingers inside of the straps of your panties, he snaps them onto your hips. Deciding that they’re too cute to remove. “I can help you though, so that you never have to deal with this problem again.”

“H-how? I mean, I know how but—you want to?” He smiles at you reassuringly, making the embarrassment you’ve been feeling intensify. 

“You’re already really wet.” He hums observantly. Pushing up to lift your hips and shove you more onto the center of the bed. “My little squirter.” He laughs softly, coaxing your thighs apart.

“Ah, Hee, don’t call me that.” You squirm, reaching down to cover yourself. “I didn’t even know I could do that..”

He grunts, even more unimpressed by this loser you allowed to touch you. Couldn’t even make you squirt when he did it with a fucking vibrator and while your panties were still on? Pft, what a joke.

“Don’t hide from me pretty,” he almost whispers, removing your hands from your wet panties. “Did he ever eat your pussy?”

“Wha—uh, yes.” The sound of your blood pumping through your ears pounds so loudly you’re sure that even Heeseung can hear. Rolling his eyes as he scoffs again, he slaps your inner thighs. Hot palms squeezing at the fleshy skin there. 

“With how sensitive you are, I know that bitch sucked.” Lowering himself back down onto his knees, he bends over onto Jake’s bed. Dragging his nose through your wet panties, etching out your slit with the bridge of his nose. “Fuck.” Latching his lips onto the cotton material pressed against your hole, he laps at it. Eyes darting up to watch your chest raise, panting heavily.

“Hee, it’s—that’s—“

“Yeah, that’s good.” Biting on your panties, he tugs them to one side. Sucking in a gust of air when he sees how smooth and wet your pussy looks. “Really wanna taste every part of you.” He says with a firm flick of his tongue against your clit. Keeping his eyes facing upward to watch your mouth fall open.

“Nnnghh..”

“Mmm,” he moans against your bundle of nerves between licks. Gliding two of his fingers between your slit to spread your wetness around. He dips lower, teasing at your entrance. Heaving deep breaths out as the pads of his fingers tap against your hole.

“Heeseung!”

“Mhm.” He moans. Vibrating against your swelling clit. Slowly pressing a digit inside of you as his mouth works simultaneously to build up your arousal and open you up for him. Stroking his middle finger between your hot wet walls, he slurps around your clit. Lowering his mouth to suck at your entrance as he shoves another finger inside of you.

Ragged breathy moans swarm around him the harder he licks. Knowing he’s got you real close to climaxing judging by the way your hands come down and dig into his hair. Slurping the wet slick that dribbles out past his digits, he pulls back to spit at your clit. Breathing harshly. “Love how tight you squeeze around my fingers, baby.”

“A-ah! Hee!” Arching up, you grip onto the bed sheets around you. Reaching for the closest pillow to dig your nails into as you let out a pitchy moan. Rapid heart beats fill your head, neck pulsating as he gets a third finger inside of you and repeatedly flicks his tongue at the underside of your clit. “Ohmygod!”

“Just like that,” he says roughly, raspy voice going deeper. “Let it out baby girl, come on. Let yourself cum for me.”

Trembling hands pull at his hair, the heat in your stomach building faster and faster. Spurred on by his incessant tongue massaging your bundle of nerves, licking fervently until your hips fully rise up off of the bed. Whimpering and crying out as your cunt grips around his three digits and the sound of wetness pouring out resounds throughout the room. 

“Fuck, I knew you could do it again.” He gasps, jerking his fingers inside of you to get all of your release out. Wet arousal sprinkles out onto his shirt, drenching the red tie he has on. 

“S-seungie please, s’too much.” Delirious with your over sensitivity, you whine as his fingers slip out. Clenching around air, body calling out for more despite what your mind tells you.

“Yeah? Sounded like you felt good to me.” He grins maniacally, standing up to shove his bottoms back down. “Think you’re actually ready this time baby.”

Gripping around his hard girth, he slaps the thick weight onto your mound. Hissing through his teeth as he climbs onto the bed and hoists your thighs onto his.

“Not ready,” you whine. Cheeks burning up with heat as you watch him drag his length down lower between your folds. Covering the thick size with your wetness. He sighs, cursing under his breath. Not wanting to ruin his future chance of actually fucking you.

“I need a little taste sweetie, a small little..” trailing off, he wraps around his size. Directing his cockhead down to your convulsing entrance. “Just the tip.”

“You promise?” You mewl, craning your neck to get a better look. The width of him parting your cunt open, leaving your swollen clit vulnerable to every small gust of breeze that passes, rolling shivers through your limbs. 

Heeseung grits his teeth, grinding down on the backs of them. Gripping around the base of his length so tight that he could scream. His painfully red dick being loud enough for him as fights with himself to not fuck all of his cock inside of you. “Yes angel, promise.” Mentally cursing himself out, he sucks in a deep breath.

Shifting back onto his haunches to watch the tip of his cock penetrate in past your tight hole. A wailed moan exits your lips as he pushes in enough to feel you snap around him. Losing his balance and catching himself on the bed with his free hand. “Stay still, p-please baby, let me just feel you for—“

“A-ahh!” Your hips jolt up, screaming out in pleasure as the rest of his cockhead pushes inside. Stretching your cunt open enough to sting but still feel good.

Heeseung’s cheeks hollow, gasping for breath as his cock pulsates and he has to squeeze himself to death to not move inside of you another inch. “You’re so good, doing so good for me. Listening so well.”

Reaching your arms out toward him, you scratch at his covered shoulders. Large eyes shimmering with the threat of tears. “Heeseung, I’m r-rea—“

Knock knock knock.

“Dude, who the fuck locked my door!”

‘easy sex spells for beginners: achieve the orgasm of your dreams.’

the thin paperback book in your hands feels heavier than it should as you peer around the bedroom sized occult shop. other than the worker behind the register painting their nails stark black, you had no reason to feel this much concern of anyone recognizing you to use this information against you. undoubtedly purchasing a book of sex spells had to be one of your most mortifying moments.

“you know,” a dainty voice carries from behind the register, huffing pink bangs off his forehead to flicker a sharp gaze your way. “anything labeled for beginners won’t accomplish much.”

pushing off his seat, the boy with fairy-like features shifts to stand with his palms laid flat upon the register cocking a smooth defined eyebrow at you.

“what? I—“ shoving the book behind your back, you fumble trying to scan the room for how he could tell with a bookshelf covering your figure from the neck down.

he sneers, plump pink lips smirking to one side. “apparently men in this town aren’t exactly known for their skills in bed.” 

rounding the counter, he saunters to drag his freshly painted nails down the line of books on the opposite side of you; eyes sparkling mischievously as his tongue pops excitedly.

“now this!” expertly dragging out a leather bound hardcover, he turns to face you with an expression lifting his full cheeks to appear more devious than sweet. “something tells me you’re going to need a bit of a stronger spell.”

“something?”

his smirk returns, eyeing the drab attire hanging off your frame, moreso to remain inconspicuous while running this ‘errand’. 

“call it witches intuition..” he says, sliding the thick book across the top of the shelf. “just trust me.”

‘blessed-cursed: magick spells for love, lust, and eroticism’

“you seriously think this hocus pocus crap works?” 

“I have quite the inkling to believe so..” the cashier directs you to crimson red candles and herbs required for different incantations, mentioning you’ll want to perform these as the full moon rises. “you’re in luck, meteorologists have forecasted one this evening.”

“this is pretty ridiculous..” you mostly mutter to yourself, widening your eyes as the total for your purchase pops up on the register. 

shrugging, your vibrant cashier bounces on his toes with a deceiving smile. “we accept returns if you find yourself unsatisfied.”

he tightens a ribbon around your bag of items, throwing in a card with his name. “not that you will.”

a full moon, 6 drops of human blood, and a list of your wishes in a partner.

‘abstaining abstinence for a considerable amount of time before your ritual is detrimental to a successful outcome’

“well that shouldn’t be an issue,” you grunt to yourself, having set up an area near the window doors leading out to your balcony. moonlight would shine through easily, anything to ensure this works despite your doubts.

there was some small fine print at the beginning of the book about the possibility of debilitating side effects ranging from exhaustion, poor mental health, and even death in rare instances. not that you too took more than 1 second to skim over what you assumed to be a ‘thank you’ from whoever wrote this book of spells.

‘I’m seriously doing this’ you think, chewing at your bottom lip as you scribble the best words to describe your ideal sex partner.

tall. but not too tall.

handsome. but cute.

dark hair. dark eyes too.

a deep voice.

and well, obviously a huge dick.

“I’m really cutting my hand for this.” sighing to yourself, you vow to never mention trying this experiment out to any of your friends. you can already hear the mockery- even if the issue isn’t necessarily you, it’s the men around you.

bland, dull, boring in bed. men that are the antithesis of the men you have to make up just to get off. it didn’t seem fair to put in as much effort as you do to look good, exfoliating your thighs until they burn, only to melt like butter between some worthless man’s fingers. thousands of dollars spent on fragrances, lingerie, stylish outfits, and the gym only for a guy who can’t even make you cum to enjoy.

nothing could excite you well enough when all you wanted is to feel satisfied, desiring something more primal and reckless than the usual vanilla flavor offered to you each time you allowed another man into your bedroom.

light glints off the knife in your hand, reflecting your sullen contemplative face. this is silly anyway, but if another man lectures you about how wrong they feel for disrespecting you or worrying about how they can seriously hurt you by choking you out too hard— you swear that your head might actually explode.

“fuck it, have to manifest the perfect man if I want him.” final words of encouragement to yourself dive the blade into your palm to sprinkle down drops of blood. more drips free than you’d anticipated for, hissing between your teeth from the sting, you watch as the vibrant red diminishes.

before your gaze, the drip drop of warm human blood disappears into the words of ink decorating the paper ripped from your notebook.

the last thing you see before your head thuds to the ground, knocked out by a sudden wave of dizziness that lulls you to a deep sleep.

this sleep was different.

you’re not one to dream typically, if anyone asks you can’t ever recall any specific dream. 

waking up with half of your face covered in dry blood had you frazzled and panicked for a moment. the air surrounding you felt freezing, cold and thick, erupting tremors and goosebumps up your limbs. 

“God..” a complete mess of your scribbled writing covered in dry blood sat before you, unfortunately more than the amount of drops required, but what could it hurt?

notifications blew up your phone having slept through the morning, luckily it’s Saturday meaning no work schedule to worry yourself with. 

‘what are you all wearing tonight?’ 

right. fuck. you agreed to go bar hopping with friends tonight. 

“coffee first, then I’ll figure this out.” clicking your phone off, you trudge to shower. music blasted around you mixing in with the drum of warm water running down your figure, the memory of last night faded away enough to forget why you even woke up with a slice on your palm.

even as you dried off in your humid foggy bathroom, you couldn’t control shivers from raking throughout your body. excusing the cold filling your apartment walls to winter finally showing itself, you threw on a coat assuming it’d be freezing on your walk to the coffee shop you frequent.

perhaps a hot cup of coffee would be best for today, except when you headed out, the weather was great. not too hot, not too cold, just right. why your apartment was freezing made even less sense, not thinking much into it you head inside to stand in line, busy scanning the menu to notice anyone around you. 

“hmm, a hot chai could be good.” muttering to yourself as you toss your wallet between your hands, stepping ahead aimlessly, bumping into the person in line ahead of you. “oh, I’m so sor—“

unexpectedly, the man in front of you turns in what plays like slow-motion in your line of sight. he’s starkly white, a constellation of beauty marks adorning his face, incredibly good looks that you’ve only seen in dramas and film.

“hot chai?” he asks, lifting both of his brows. “large?” 

“uhm, what?” 

turning away from you to face the cashier behind the register, he orders, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. “and a large hot chai for her.”

“milk preference?” he asks, showing off a toothy dimpled smile.

“oh, no no! that’s okay!”

“oat milk sound good?” ignoring your protests, he nods with a thumbs up and places the order. 

“you really didn’t need to do that..sir?” you continue to say, stuttering while following him to the waiting counter. 

“not a big deal,” he reassures warmly, shrugging. “also, I prefer Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon.

Sunghoon who looks ready to take over the world, meanwhile you’re bundled up in sweats and Uggs as if snow is falling from the sky. 

“I owe you one.” 

he nods, amused by your nervous behavior. “maybe you do.”

his eyes flitter back to yours, catching you off guard with an intense stare. similar to a trance with the way his irises darken into pools of black without ever blinking or breaking eye contact.

“large chai with oat!” the barista calls out, ripping you out of your daze, gasping for air with a stumble. darkness overcomes your senses in a sickening manner, punching through your gut suddenly. 

“thank you, again.” with your hand pushing on your abdomen you rush to leave, snatching up your drink on the way out to get home fast. mortified by the thought of emptying your stomach in front of your new cafe crush.

Sunghoon stays behind, watching you skitter away, a chuckle filling his thoughts. 

you can run all you want, but you can’t hide anymore.

“this is for you.” 

a cup of fizzy clear liquid with blood red coloring sinking to the bottom slides before you, the perky blond bartender smirking as he passes it off. “from the guy down there.”

“oh that’s..” you begin to explain that you don’t drink, drawling off when you follow his direction and meet eyes with your suitor. 

he’s handsome, gorgeous even. dark hair quaffed away from his face, shaved at the sides to frame his features and bring out his sharp jawline. large, almost innocent eyes scrunch up upon meeting your gaze, nodding with a lift of his glass.

he stands up to come over, tall and broad with an easy walk that appears more as a glide when approaching you. a thin black v-neck snug against his torso giving away a fit shape and long legs shown off in tight jeans.

fuck.

“couldn’t help but notice you dancing out there with your friends.” he speaks up leaning in near, voice smooth, tickling your cheek like feathers at the close proximity. “you looked so sexy.”

easy. an easy lay for sure. 

“Heeseung by the way, yourself?” his straight brow with a slice through the arch lifts, making no effort to hide devouring your body from head to toe. the arrogance of a confident attractive man who has never been turned down or denied anyone he wants.

the spell. the God damn spell. what if this was just a test? the universes scheme to ruin your chances of getting what you want. 

“my name is.. tonight’s not so good.” you mourn, returning the untouched glass of alcohol. “better luck with the next one?”

“interesting.” he says, pouting his bottom lip. 

“maybe I’ll see you around then.” Heeseung says with a confident nod, bottom lip curled to one side to hide a grin. everything about him was attractive, down to the way his shoulders rolled back before waving away your offer. 

“maybe..”

‘maybe I’ll see you around then.’

regret consumed your thoughts as you began to remove your jewelry, repeating those words like a broken record to yourself.

you should have invited Heeseung to entertain you for the evening. you should have given the handsome man that paid for your coffee this morning your name. whining and complaining about the quality of men around only to fumble your chances when presented with not one but two gorgeous men showing interest in you.

“the spell..” before you can think much more of it, a knock on your front door tears you away, checking your phone on the way to see if any of your friends needed something.

“coming!” a few more steps and you opened the door revealing a face you have only seen once.

“hi.” the same deep voice that spoke to you so sweetly this morning greets, lifting a familiar wallet up. “I know it’s late but I came by earlier and you weren’t home.”

“is that my wallet?” you squeak, covering your mouth embarrassed.

“promise I didn’t take anything!” he’s fast to assure you, handing out the clipped shut leather wallet back to you. “actually, struggled a bit to find your address since your ID was missing.”

“oh, I keep it in my phone case…” you say, flushing at the thought of your nerves getting the best of you earlier. the man in front of you successfully distracting you enough to have dropped your wallet at some point and not even notice. “wow, you didn’t have to.. I mean, thank you… again I should say.”

“of course! I would have felt awful knowing you probably dropped it because of me.”

“what? no no, not at all. I really do owe you one now.” you try to play it off, waving your hand like it’s not a big deal at all. 

he’s too handsome, sighing with a wide smile that bunches up his cheeks. straight dark strands of hair frame his face perfectly, tilting his head to one side to take in your appearance, much more glammed up and revealing than your half-asleep covered up one he met this morning.

“we didn’t get to properly introduce ourselves earlier before you headed out. was hoping we could get to know each other.”

“ah, that..” 

of course he knows your name already, having looked up where to find you through online search. “it’s nice to see you again.. uh, I’m happy your wallet is back in the rightful hands.”

cute. pale skin gets consumed by a fan of pink rising up his cheeks, shifting back onto his heels before he clears his throat. “it’s late, sorry again for.. if you were asleep or anything… have a guest over.”

“I’m alone!” you blurt out, too eagerly. more concerned with how to make, essentially, a stranger— an extremely attractive stranger, spend the night with you. I won’t make this mistake twice, you think.

“unless, you want to come in for a bit? I could warm up some tea? I mean you came all this way.”

“I would love that.” Sunghoon’s smile grows, sharp canine teeth gleaming in the darker lit hallway. the soft features you’d notice before morph into more sharp and masculine ones somehow. from his full eyebrows, to his sculpted nose, and pink lips, he’s almost perfect.

you couldn’t have dreamt of a man more attractive, you think, motioning for him to come in, the door clicking shut behind you left unlocked. “my place is a little messy, wasn’t expecting anyone.”

Sunghoon doesn’t say much, his gaze never departing from you. “no worries, I showed up unannounced.”

“do you want lemonade? water? tea?” you ask, starting to rummage through a cabinet for a mug. 

Sunghoon doesn’t reply, leaning against the entrance to your kitchen, his gaze burns up the backs of your thighs. crossing his arms while taking in the little shimmy your hips give trying to reach the top shelf for something.

“or, are you hungry?”

Sunghoon’s smile widens, glancing toward your front door no longer fully shut. 

“Sunghoon?” 

weight crushes against your bottom half before you can turn, scooped by your hips to keep you in place. a hot pair of lips drags from your shoulder to your earlobe. “starving.”

“what’re you—“

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” his deep voice rasps, brushing up the shell of your ear. “the way your pretty eyes stared up at me, that delicate angelic scent you left behind when you rushed out.”

Sunghoon’s hands slide closer to your core bunching up the hem of your dress between tight fists allowing the cold air filling your apartment to chill against your heated skin. satisfied by the bated breath you begin to let out, he tugs your dress higher to one side, teasing your ear with a soft lick. “don’t tell me you didn’t run off to go touch yourself. bet you thought about me, pictured all the ways I’d ruin you.”

“n-no, wha—“ it’s harder to get out a proper sentence than you wish, struggling to fill your lungs the more he presses in forcing you to bend over onto the kitchen counter. 

“I didn’t even make it home.” Sunghoon’s hips circle against your underwear clad bottom, pushing a thick girth between the crevice of your ass that burns to the touch. 

you really couldn’t have written someone more perfect. 

“fuck.” between clamped teeth, you nod, cursing under your breath at the next grind he gives. 

“had to go jerk off in my car daydreaming about how cute you’d look on your knees for me.” Sunghoon keeps talking, pushing your dress higher to expose the majority of your back, the way your waist bows in for him, manipulating your hips higher with another strong roll forward. “can smell the desperation coming off of you, so hopeless, begging for it.”

rapid nods take over your ability to speak, reaching back to feel any part of him, easily trapping your wrists in one large hand to keep you set and forced to endure another rough rub of his length against the seat of your soaked underwear.

“please? Sunghoon? please?” your vocals sound even weaker exiting your mouth, half croaked and moaned with another jolt of his hips crashing against your bottom. the counter under your chest painfully rubs against your breasts, hard nipples dragging miserably the more he dry humps against you.

“please what, angel?” he licks, flicking the tip of his tongue along the corner of his shapely lips. “use your words, you know what I want to hear.”

Sunghoon’s wicked smile paints itself against the back of your skull, slowly drawing you into a deeper rapture of lust and heat. the sound of his deep voice ringing in your ear commanding you to beg to be used. used like the depraved cocksleeve you only ever dreamed of becoming.

“please, please fuck me?” desperate words sing from your lips without control, mind shut off, taken over by the need to feel full. the need to feel Sunghoon destroy every part of you.

“I know what you need.” 

he draws back allowing enough space for you to finally breathe, choking on your spit when his digits pressed between your drenched folds. the dig he gives is deep, pushing the fabric of your ruined underwear in until it gives, compelling your fleshy bits to fold out obscenely. “disgusting how wet you are sweetie, soaked right through my pants. so perfect and stupid, your bodies begging to get fucked for you.”

“oh God..”

Sunghoon’s neck snaps straight, gripping your stretched panties tightly to wedge between your core. “God?”

he mumbles too low for you to hear, gripping the fleshy meat on your bottom to bury his nails into, pushing up until the perk of your ass folds over on your lower back. “God can’t help you. you belong to me now, I’m your fucking God.”

Sunghoon can’t stop the lick of anger curling through his gut, scoffing under his breath how all humans are the same. even in your most depraved sinful moments you seek your precious false prophet.

“you want someone to worship?” he bites out, grabbing a wad of your hair to dip your spine painfully. hips lodged tightly to your lower half pushing furiously until your toes pinch off the floor. “I’ll give you something even better than your useless God.”

in a clear state of mind— maybe you’d understand the effect of one word, but pushed down to land on your knees with Sunghoon’s leather boot pushing between your thighs, barreling you with a heated gaze full of hunger, you couldn’t care less.

“I knew you’d look even prettier on your knees.” he tuts, pinching your chin to watch as he unzips his pants. the wet stain on his crotch visible even in the dim light, adding humiliation to the rapid wave of emotions controlling you.

Sunghoon’s shoe presses to your core, assisting the slide smearing wetness on the pristine leather. “even prettier after I ruin that mouth.”

“please?” you breathe out heavily, grinding faster with anticipation.

“is that all your stupid brain knows how to say now? what did I say about using your words?” Sunghoon jerks your head, pushing a thumb into your plush lower lip until it sinks in forcing your mouth to fall open. 

“please, just something.” you begin to plead, muffled by his thumb rubbing against your tongue until you gag and drool around it. “anything, want you, want you.”

Sunghoon strokes your hair away, licking his lips as he takes in your already watery eyes, saliva spilling from the sides of your mouth, and the way you start to instinctively suck on his thumb.

“anything.” he repeats, cupping your jaw to properly fuck three fingers into your mouth as it parts open. “prove it then, you pray to some fraud when I’m here. you want it? show me.” 

scrambling to grab onto his thighs, you can’t stop the gulp that bob's your throat up and down. an obvious bulge stares back at you, already making your chest itch from the painful coughs you’d be experiencing soon. 

“go on.” Sunghoon commands, watching your every move as he peers at you from above.

trembling hands reach to tug down dark boxer briefs hiding his massive size, inch by inch revealed with your lips parting open following the drag of his bottoms to his ankles. 

fear ignites as his cock bounces up and slaps against his shirt, not even fully hard and still large enough to make you ache and squirm all the more. “fuck.”

thrill shoots you closer, itching to impress and serve him to the best of your ability. a pleased hum follows when you gingerly lift his size, testing out just how heavy he feels against your palm. the weight of it straining your wrist to bend back more.

it’s scarier to feel the true size of him in your hold, unsure you’ve ever taken anyone as big as him before. an experimental brush of the tip against your lips smearing pre-cum like a fresh coat of lipgloss is more than enough to fuel your need to please. it’s enough to have Sunghoon groaning from his chest, tempted to shove himself forward and make you take it.

dragging your tongue to collect his first sign of arousal, you suckle on the tip to hear another deep groan. the break in his throat satisfying you, urging your mouth to bury his size further down. anything to hear more of his raspy groans.

Sunghoon’s growling out groans before you can even swallow him down halfway, the lower you take him down your throat only makes his thighs twitch. struggling to stay steady and allow you to sink until the tip of your nose meets his shirt. 

the tip hits the back of your throat, drawing more wetness to seep out and smear down your inner thighs onto his shoe that doesn’t stop rubbing against your heat. Sunghoon’s just too big, stretching your lips as much as they can go, the corners cracking from the pull to suck down the thick amount of him.

“too good.” he says shakily, fingers sneak into your hair grabbing on firmly, using your tendrils like handlebars to maneuver deeper into your mouth. 

tears burned the backs of your eyes with his first tug on your scalp, thrusting in to bury deep inside until his cock nearly punched out of your skull. 

Sunghoon’s breathing turns heavy and ragged, biting on his bottom lip with another roll of his hips before plummeting forward to begin an aggressive pace. raspy low deep grunts paired with each thrust overpowering the sounds of choked gags escaping the small gaps with each slide out. 

it hurt, splitting the skin on your lips open, aching down to the heat between your legs that begged for more, that begged to hurt just like your throat. constricting and coughing until tears ripped from your eyes.

“so fucking pretty.” Sunghoon grits, using your mouth like nothing more than a toy. a desperate groan passes from his lips the harder you start to bounce on his foot, thrusting in without resistance.

he has to stop, a few more vigorous slams of his hips forward, and he pauses, stilling to hold your head down; crushed against his stomach without any space to breathe as drool piles out and ruins his briefs. “fuck!”

with eyes screwed shut and a head full of blood, you relax your throat prepared for his release, removed haphazardly before Sunghoon can cum. he pants, hunched over with a fist wrapped around the base of his cock.

“perfect in every way.” Sunghoon mutters, pushing up with a hand on your kitchen counter to keep his wobbly footing steady. 

“why?” empty headed, you crawl closer, gripping back onto his thighs to pull your limp limbs up. whining and crying because of the denial, thighs trembling harder from the need to get off.

Sunghoon grins wolfishly. “remember, how you owe me?”

stifling down his need to cum, he kicks off his pants, tugging off his shirt in one motion before hoisting you to stand with a built arm circling your waist. “don’t even know what you asked for, do you baby.”

gently, his tongue drags across your chin collecting the abundance of drool, slurping up to your mouth to softly suck on. a nice kiss, pillowy lips, and the slide of his tongue playing with yours to spin your mind further away. far enough to miss how easily he lifts you, cupping the backs of your thighs to ease you onto the couch in your living room. 

“wanna cum?” Sunghoon asks in a condescending tone, flustering you all the more by pushing your thighs open. a laugh chiming out upon seeing you absolutely wrecked panties. “you’re seriously dripping onto the couch making a fucking mess sweetheart.”

Sunghoon’s tongue clicks, palming down your inner thighs leaving behind a searing heat that ripples through your skin, his fingers prodding where your thigh and groin meet. “don’t think I can handle this alone.”

“need.. can’t,” your lower half rises up instinctively, searching for more of his touch, closer to where you need to feel him. 

“so needy aren’t you?” with a groan, he pulls your underwear up to rub torturously against your clit, the friction pushing your spine up, breaking out into a whine for more.

“yesyesyesyes anything” incoherent babble pours off your tongue, anguished by the desire to feel the raw pain in your throat between your thighs. 

“beg for it, you don’t even seem grateful that we came to you, running away from us after you groveled for our help.” Sunghoon says snarkily, ripping your thin ruined underwear off leaving his palms sticky with wetness. a heavy slap following the sounds of fabric tearing off your body, pulsing heat between your folds with a mean grind of his palm. “what do you think, Hee? has she earned it yet?”

“uhhnnnghh?” another squeal bursts from your chest, yipping as another strike lands on your core. the vision of 2 men glaring down at you near expells a scream out of you before a thicker palm clasps over your mouth.

“shh shh,” even through the dark, you’d recognize those large bambi eyes from earlier; the same that drank you up full of lust. “sooner than you thought huh?”

Heeseung chuckles, nudging Sunghoon with his elbow. “my turn.”

“look at her eyes shaking, as if she didn’t summon us to come fuck her within an inch if her life.” Sunghoon says, mocking you with a coo. “so sweet.”

bending over, he plants a kiss on the top of Heeseung’s hand, tapping the end of his nose along your forehead. “gonna fuck you until you can’t even stand on your own, fill you up with our babies just how you deserve.”

Heeseung adjusts his grip on your mouth, dragging his index finger down your lips with another shush to calm you down. “tall, handsome, dark hair, are we not up to your standards, princess?”

his cocky smirk sets off your mind convinced this has to be a fever dream, still knocked out on your living room floor dreaming for the spell to work.

Sunghoon doesn’t spare you more time to think about it, sitting you up with your back flush to his chest, he gnaws on your shoulder, curling under your knees to hold you open and exposed.

“such a pretty pussy.” Heeseung taps your chin, dragging a thumb over your cheek to wipe away a fresh batch of tears. digits drag between your folds, making you push back into Sunghoon, trying to get away from the new unwelcomed touch. an unimpressed tsk and his grip tightening on your jaw forces you to watch, his fingers glistening from the absurd amount of arousal continuing to pulsate out of your hole.

“he’s just your type.” Sunghoon whispers, amused by the pathetic way you struggle and crumble against his chest. losing the will the fight too quickly, letting him know you just love to play a helpless victim.

thick fingers swipe between your folds, a lewd sound of wetness sounding as Heeseung begins to play with you. “that’s it pretty baby, tell me how much you want it.”

a whimper pushes between your pursed lips, gazing in awe as his digits dip inside of you, finally where you need. “ugh! please!!”

“I already fucking told you,” Sunghoon spits, pulling on your hair to control your movements. “use. your. words.”

“please! please fuck me! I want it! I want it!”

Sunghoon’s length jumps against your lower back, groaning and sinking deeper into the couch to give Heeseung more space. he nods, urging for the other to hurry it up so he can fuck you.

three fingers deep inside of you start to ram in, pushing against the sponginess inside of you, long enough to practically penetrate your cervix. Heeseung nods, pumping into you at an inhumane pace, listening for the sound of wetness growing louder with each flick of his expert wrist. flattening a palm under your navel, his digits fuck into you faster. “you’re fucking disgusting baby.”

embarrassment lights up your cheeks, Sunghoon holding you by your jaw and hair to watch the dam burst. whining and squealing witnessing the rapid motion Heeseung jackhammers into your cunt, wetness reaches up his forearm, completely losing yourself as his hand lowers to pinch your clit.

“cu-cumi—!” 

Heeseung pulls away before you can scream, dropping to his knees to dip his tongue into your exposed rim. he sucks, licking in circles around the puckered entrance, devouring your ass the way he imagined while watching you bend over on the dance floor. 

“look at that.” Sunghoon demands, pushing the back of your head to bend your head forward, feet digging into the tops of his thighs more as Heeseung pushes you into a more uncomfortable position. “like how he eats your ass? my sweet angel, such a fucking slut.”

Sunghoon’s fingers trace down your stomach, rolling your clit between his middle and index finger. the orgasm you were deprived of surging from your curled toes up to your brain electrocuting every nerve in your body on the way. edged from the start of your day to this point felt more than torturous.

a rough slap against your core throws you over the edge, almost breaking free from the two sandwiching you in place. Heeseung only sucking on your rim more roughly, flattening his tongue to lewdly swallow the wetness pouring between the cleft of your ass. 

“Heeseung, stop.” Sunghoon says sternly, pushing the other away with a smack against his forehead. 

“no! please please!! no more!!” it’s agonizing by now, pulsing around nothing once again. the loss of climax emptying your last bits of energy, unable to even keep your neck up on your own anymore.

“I’m sorry angel,” Sunghoon coo’s, lifting his wet digits to smear on your parted lips. “but you’re just too easy, too fun to break.”

Heeseung peers between your thighs, salivating watching your hole desperately clamp around nothing. “you really think you deserve to cum?”

“you’ll do anything for it, right baby?” Sunghoon mocks in a sweet childish tone, smacking his wet palm on your cheek to bring you back to reality.

“anything, please.”

complete submission has you chanting anything anything anything, willing to give either of them whatever they want from you at this point. the pain between your legs reaching an insufferable peak. “anything!”

“what a nasty cock slut.” Heeseung taunts, standing up to drag his length between your folds. the size of him making you sharply exhale as he nudges side to side between your cunt. pushing the pits of your knees back, he stretches your hamstrings painfully, positioning you open to freely use. the wide tip of his fat girth dipping teasingly into your entrance. “want it, baby?”

“I need it! I need it! I need you!” you cry, a noisy keen rumbling from your chest with Heeseung finally pushing in, with Sunghoon’s help taking over to hold your legs open, he trails up to grip your throat, the veins on his hand beating wildly from the strong choke he puts you in.

“just had to ask.” Heeseung’s lips slam against yours simultaneously with his hips, engulfing the scream you let out as he stretches you open. his thick cock buried deep inside of you past what his fingers were even able to reach. he throbs between your gushing walls, sucking down your moans in a heated kiss. a growl traveling from his chest to yours.

“so fucking tight.” hot breath puffs against your lips, grinding forward to push his size against your insides and stretch you open further.

Sunghoon lifts your legs higher to slide lower, the tip of his length brushing against the bottom of Heeseung’s, he nods for the other to make room, stilling above you with a tighter grip on your throat as Sunghoon begins to push in.

“no! s’too much!—too much!”

“shh, you cant take it.” Sunghoon grits, his fingers pinching into the backs of your thighs, sinking in inch by inch. the tightness overwhelming for the both of them, slotting himself under Heeseung’s fat cock from the sheer amount of arousal that won’t stop pumping out of you.

“made to take cock pretty baby.” Heeseung says gutturally, sweating despite how cold the air around you still feels. 

the two could care less that you seem in and out, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull displaying nothing but the whites. Sunghoon pistons upward first, pushing Heeseung to thrust through your unforgiving tight heat more with each glide of their cocks rubbing together.

the snug fit more euphoric than drugs, bounced up and down like a rag doll between them, they grunt like beasts dropping your cunt to take the entirety of their lengths at the same time.

“oh she’s perfect.” Heeseung moans, shaking your throat in a ruthless grip. “perfect to breed and fuck until her little body breaks.”

Sunghoon can barely breathe under the weight of Heeseung applying pressure against you, angling his hips to fill you with thrust after thrust despite the small amount of space. he nods, circling your waist to pound into you faster, groaning and grunting into your ear. 

“fuck you full of babies.” Sunghoon pants, biting on your shoulder to mute another pleasured moan. babbling into your skin how warm and good you feel, how he’ll keep fucking you full of cum.

“have you on your knees covered in it everyday angel,” Heeseung says between stuttered bated breath’s, losing his balance to jerky thrusts. “fuck, I’m so close. so good for me, so good for us. taking everything we give you, such a perfect little fuckhole.”

“c-can’t—“ you whine, grabbing onto Heeseung’s forearm for some type of purchase, anything to stop you from floating away, from waking up. “need to cum, please.”

“then cum.” the say in unison, a deafening sound of skin slapping skin booming around the room when they only fuck you harder to chase their release. the two pushing your insides to the limit, mind gone with a wash of white heat pouring down your skull.

“oh fuck!” a shrill shout scratches through your throat, clenching down on their lengths aggressively enough for their thrusts to come to a halt. the two huffing out broken breaths from the amount of exertion behind each motion to fuck you harder and faster. a silent contest between each other to have you cumming from their cocks. “fuckfuckfuck!”

your orgasm has them both shouting through gritted teeth, almost pushed out by the force of arousal splashing out of you. the wetness shooting up high enough to coat Heeseung’s chest and abdomen.

“ugh!” Sunghoon breaks first, hurling his hips up until his orgasm reaches peak. it’s too much for Heeseung, letting out the first spurts of cum with a few more guided thrusts forced by Sunghoon’s motions; staying still as hot white ropes fill you up, followed by another shout near your head and one more thrust pushing more cum than you can handle deep inside of you.

“fuck.. fuck!” Heeseung thinks he could cum again just from the sensation of your combined fluids trickling out past your swollen abused cunt, still pulsing around their lengths despite your lack of coherency.

“one of us will have to get you pregnant.” Sunghoon sighs, dropping to kiss up the column of your throat. “or just keep trying until your body gives up.”

Heeseung’s hand stays tight on your throat, no doubt leaving marks of his fingers behind with how relentless he’s been. “take turns, keep fucking you until you give us what we want.”

a gurgled cough manages to escape your mouth, breaking into another round of tears with a nod. reminded with a bite on your ear that this is what you wanted. Sunghoon grips your cheeks, pushing in until they hollow and more drool pours freely. “now say thank you.”

he knows you can’t, but the poor excuse of a broken ‘thank you’ brings him amusement nonetheless, chuckling as you start to drift off overly exhausted by the destruction your bodies been put through.

“never make a deal with demons.”

smut warnings. switching, oral, grappling(headlocks, chokeholds, thigh crushing, full nelson, pinning, etc), degradation, competitive rough sex, breeding, spit, use of ‘bambi’, submission

———————-

‘If you fail your political history course, I have to sit you out for the upcoming season.’

“Who even studies this shit.” The sheet filled with requirements to continue competing with your varsity wrestling team wrinkles between your fingers.

Three of your courses blared at you, circled with vibrant red sharpie to add more threat behind your coaches words.

‘If you don’t pick up your fucking slack asap, say goodbye to competing in the championship finals.’

No amount of kicking at your locker and swinging your backpack around on your way to class assisted in relieving any of your frustration.

If only you had a dick, fat chance any guy on the boys wrestling team had to worry about their grades. Everyone knew the dean favored his beloved male athletes, bragged and boasted about across states through various top leading universities.

“A tutor.” You murmur, rolling your eyes. Reprimanded and put on time-out until you have at the least found a tutor. Either miss out on one of the biggest tournaments in the upcoming weeks, or get your ass a tutor to help you pass your mid-terms.

Someone smart, obviously, a full fledged nerd with their nose buried in a book.

Hmm, no, not Jake… he hadn’t even made top of your class last year.

Definitely not that pervert Jongseong that got caught behind the bleachers jerking off..

Glancing around, you begin to weigh your options.

Sunghoon, he’s a brain, but he still had tape holding his glasses together after you snapped them in half two months ago. His fault for getting in your way and making you late to practice.

A peachy pink blonde head of hair and a pile of books masking your potential essential nerd grabs your eye.

The communist manifesto hovers before his face, allowing you enough of a view of thin rimmed silver lenses and eyebrows furrowed deep in concentration. Sneakily you move over to the closest seat near him, silently rejoicing when you spot a pocket protector sitting on his chest.

Perfect.

“Hey hey, you a new transfer?”

The boy next to you appears horrified, offended with his jaw hung loose. Large doe eyes more pronounced behind bifocal frames. He splutters, licking at his pouted bow-shaped lips. “I’ve been in this class all year! You transferred into my grade, 10 years ago!”

“Huh?” You shrug, prodding the inside of your cheek in thought. “Really? Weird.”

“Y-yo-you have to be joking!”

“Anyway,” you flick his chin, smirking. “I need a tutor.”

The boy before you grows more indignant, fumbling to set a bookmark in place and fully turn to face you.

“Why would I help you?!” He scoffs, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “You pulled down my pants at our 8th grade dance! In front of the entire school!”

“That was you?!”

“And then you poured punch on me! And told everyone I pissed myself!” He stammers, tapping one of his loafers with each shake of his leg.

“There’s no way that was you!” You giggle, waving him off. “That was this dork Hee—“

“Heeseung!” He hisses, ripping off his glasses to fix you with a steely look. “Me!”

“Oh my god?? Heedeungie??” You snort, reaching out to glide a finger down his jaw and pinch his full cheek. “What happened to that cute lisp you had?.”

Heeseung rustles, smacking your hand away with his lips angrily pursed together. Appearing more and more perturbed by everything you say. “Don’t touch me!”

Letting out a sarcastic filled coo you lean in closer, pinching at his chin between 2 fingers to look at you. “Aw, did I upset you Bambi boy?”

His eyelids push so far back that you’re surprised when his eyes stay put, expecting for them to fall out and bounce on his notebook. “What did you just call me?” He says incredulously, grasping onto your wrist tightly. “Don’t call me that!”

“Damn, this nerd has some strength,” you cringe, shaking him off. Weakly punching at his arm only to feel overtaken with disbelief again, digging a finger in as you pout and wonder why he feels so firm. Too firm for a nerd..

“I said stop touching me!” He glowers, forcefully ripping your arm away. “Go away! I do not want to help you in any way!”

“Aw come onnnn, pleaseeee little Bambi?”

“Stop calling me that!” He hisses, inching closer to speak sternly. “Why do you keep calling me that?!”

Smoothing a few digits through his hair, you trace down to his war. Tugging on it and tilting your head with a smirk. “You even act like a cute little deer, the perfect prey for a good hunt. Can’t even hide those big pretty innocent eyes full of fear.” 

“Listen,” he snaps before your face, nearly chopping your nose in the process. “I am not going to tutor you! and stop calling me a weak little deer!”

Hope seems lost until you notice a crimson flush spiking up from his nape. Heeseung’s gaze bounces, clearing his throat as he reaches for his book. Faint shades of pink burn at his cheeks, reaching up to the corners of his nose.

“Aww, you like it!” You laugh, scooting closer for your leg to drape over his. “Hear me out Bambi baby- if you help me out, I’ll help you out.”

“I don’t need nor want your help.” He mutters, refusing to meet your stare any longer. Aware of the blush taking over his face destroying the facade he continues on with.

“That’s not true, and you know how I know that?”

Sighing, his chin dips in, frustrated by his curious subconscious. “How.”

“Because I’m the predator, and you are the prey.” You say snarkily, shifting your leg to slot between his. Digging an elbow into his side and breaking into a round of giggles at the sight of his lips parting open letting out a quiet breathy moan. 

“Listen, Bambi boy, my coach is up my ass about finding a tutor. Just swing by at the end of practice so I can tell him someone with a 4.0 gpa has agreed to help me.” You plead, squeezing at his arm again with confusion. “Why do you feel like that?”

Heeseung throws a hissy fit, shimmying out of your grip once again while snarling in a much too cute way for you to take seriously. “No! Now go away you damn cretin!”

“Hear me out!” You grunt, rolling your eyes. “I know the captain of the football team gives you a swirly every Monday morning.”

Heeseung’s jaw drops yet again, beginning to hate himself for not just getting up and moving away. Too afraid that one slight movement could have his raging hard-on rubbing against your calve between his thighs. Starting to find one of your bullies attractive had to make him sick in the head somehow. “Why do you know that?! You just asked me if I transferred!”

“Uh.. selective memory.” You shrug, playing it off with a wide smile. “Anyway, what if I can get him to stop?”

His ears perk up at that, flitting a shifty gaze your way. “You can’t.”

“Oh, trust me, I can. He’s wanted me to suck his dick since the first day of Uni.” You nod mischievously, wiggling your eyebrows.

Heeseung slumps deeper into his seat, contemplating how late those damn swirlies make him for class, having to rush to lecture after rinsing and restyling his hair. “You know, toilet water is terrible for a fried bleached scalp.”

“My hair is not fried!” He barks, nose scrunching up adorably in irritation.

“You’re right, it looks great..” you note, testing a silky tuft of locks between two fingers with a rough pull. “Kind of weird for a nerd to care this much about his looks though..”

Heeseung jerks away, glaring at you for mocking him. “Applying for internships has been hard..”

“Ahh, well the pink or whatever, looks great on you at least!” Giving him a thumbs up, you invade his space once again. “So, how about it? No more toilet diving if you tutor me??”

He sighs again, expression full of thought as he pouts and aggressively taps at the end of his pen.

“Fine.” His shoulders drop, feeling tense and uncomfortable by the proximity you’ve kept up for much for too long at his side now. Not missing the way your fingers kneaded at his bicep earlier or the intrigued ‘hmm’ tickling at the back of your throat.

“Great! Come by the gym at 4!”

———————-

Heeseung trudges toward the gym hall, retelling the memories of his first year when Jay had convinced him to join him and peep on the girls wrestling team practice from behind the bleachers.

His throat dries, regretting every life decision he’s ever made as he steps inside and spots you choking another girl down onto the ground under your armpit. Deeply swallowing, he settles at the corner of the bleachers uncomfortably. Unable to even pretend that he’s not fascinated by the way you grunt and scream like a wild animal with a mouthguard in as you throttle your opponent down.

Heeseung hates the way he has to tug at his collar, clearing his throat while blinking away to calm his excitement. This was all Jay’s fault, always going on about how hot wrestling porn is, especially when the girl in the video starts off strong only to lose and get annihilated by a huge cock.

‘I’ve never wanted anything more.’ His friend said while peering through small open spaces from behind a set of bleachers. ‘Look at that one.’

Jay nudges his chin in your direction, grappling down your opponent with a shout and slamming your fists on your chests like a beast. ‘Bet she would be so fun to fucking ruin.’

Heeseung hates that his friend was right. Even now as he watches you jump up from the ground showing off your flexibility with a cocky grin; he can’t help but think about it. How exhilarating and hot it would be to experience you trying to take him down. Fight him with that same smile stretching your mouth in a crass way, disgusting how full of yourself you are. The way you walk around thinking you’re hot shit and no one can touch you.

Too deep in his head and fantasies, Heeseung manages to miss you walking right up to him. Shaking out of his thoughts as you let out a boisterous obnoxious laugh and point at his lap.

“Are you seriously fucking hard from watching me practice!?” You shout out much too loud, humiliating him as your teammates all glance over and begin to laugh.

“Ugh. Fucking nerds are all the same.” Your friend taunts passing by on her way to the locker room. “Just like that other loser Jongseong that thinks we can’t hear him busting a nut behind the bleachers.”

Punching at his shoulder, you laugh more, clutching your stomach and wiping at tears before they can run down your cheeks. “That’s so cute Bambi boy, you wanna wrestle me or something?”

Heeseung’s mouth opens. Opening and slams shut repeatedly at a loss for words as he drags a heated gaze over your sweat soaked uniform. Spending too much time admiring the fold that’s formed between your thighs, wedged up nicely between your…

“Dude, what the fuck? Quit staring at my vag like that.” You punch him again, whistling for your coach to come over and meet your ‘tutor’.

Heeseung jumps up, standing by your side with false confidence. “Maybe I do!”

“What was that now, Bambi?”

“Stop calling me that!” He huffs, balling up his fist. “I could wrestle you, and I bet that I can even beat you.”

“Excuse me?!” You snort, fixing him with amused wide eyes. “Are you serious right now?”

“I am.” He says, nodding and pursing his lips to appear tough. “If you pass your mid-term, then you owe me a match.”

Nerves rise fast as your coach approaches, spluttering, too stunned to think over what he’s said. “You have a thing for girls beating your ass?”

Heeseung’s nose twitches, eyes thinning as he shoves against your side. “We have a deal or what?”

“Fine!” You panic, rushed to answer while waving at your coach. “I got a tutor!”

Between fake smiles and quickly falsifying study sessions, you end up actually taking on tutoring lessons. Successfully scoring Heeseung a match with one of the best wrestlers on the team.

———————-

“Why do you have a wrestling mat in your basement?” Heeseung asks one day, following you through your house to the second room you have taken over for practice purposes.

“The better to wrestle you with.” You wink, nudging his side. “I’m studying hard just to whoop your cute Bambi ass.”

“What happens if I lose?” Heeseung questions, cracking his toes against the wrestling mat laid out in your basement.

“What do you mean ‘what if?’, you still think you have even the slightest chance to beat me?” You sneer. Too cocky for your own good as you squat with your legs stretched to loosen your hips. Predicting you will need the extra help if things go as you’ve planned.

Heeseung’s gaze shifts, bouncing around the room he’s helped you study in over the past couple of weeks. Toying with the zipper cool against his throat as he realizes how ridiculous this situation is.

“Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea.” He reiterates, briskly eyeing the loose sweats hiding what he assumes is your spandex wrestling uniform.

“It’s okay to lose, Bambi boy.“ You wink, standing up to discard the zip-up hoodie covering up a skin-tight fitted one piece. Snug in all the right places that make his throat visibly bob the second he spots your smooth skin. Lathered in lotion you noticed he seemed to enjoy the scent of the last time you wore it during a study session.

“I’ll go easy on you.” With a coy smile you shove down your bottoms just enough to give him peeks of your naked hips. The majority of the lycra fabric has bunched up, riding up your ass in a lewd way that causes Heeseung to clear his throat, averting his focus to the ground.

“I truly have no idea how you passed your mid-term.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, stretching back his shoulders as he reaches to unzip his sweater.

The prideful grin bunching your cheeks slowly falls apart, drooping comically the more he unveils planes of flesh; sculpted and carved to perfection from long hours spent lifting weights.

Heeseung lets his jacket slip down his arms, standing proud with a blank face as your jaw hangs. It takes more restraint than he imagined to control the twitch pinching at his mouth, avoiding the intense stare tracing from his lengthy throat, pronounced Adam’s apple, broad shoulders and thick chest trapped between bulging biceps.

“What the fuck.” You announce, breathlessly. “What the fuck dude?!”

Heeseung shrugs, breaking into a smile that scrunches his nose, pushing his glasses up higher between his eyebrows. “You’ll go easy on me, right?”

Heeseung’s buff. A fucking buff nerd that’s never once mentioned that he took up absorbing protein shakes like water and bulking up at the gym after long days filled with studying and schoolwork.

“Hey.” He pushes your chin to shut your mouth before your tongue can loll out like a thirsty dog. “Try not to look so shocked, it’s kind of rude.”

“Why—” you gulp, finally snapping out of it enough to toe off your sweats and kick them aside. “Why the fuck are you this yolked?!”

Heeseung shrugs, unzipping his bottoms to further make you shrivel, lowering his jeans to show off the tiniest pair of spandex shorts. They dig into his upper thigh, cutting at the flexed muscle framing the thick shape between.

“Oh come on!”

He chuckles, bending over to strip the rest of his clothing off. Balling up his outfit to throw aside, he stands straight in all his glory. Cut and ripped leading up to a soft face, sharp jawline and doe eyes, pouting much too cutely for that build.

“You’re fucking with me.” You utter, cleaning off imaginary drool from your chin.

“Not yet..” Heeseung cocks a brow, cracking his neck side to side. “I got tired of not fighting back, so I started working out.”

He shrugs, done explaining more when he recalls that you are one of the many who tormented him over the years. Making fun of him without care, invisible to you unless it was to pick on him.

“That makes sense.” You murmur to yourself, kicking out your legs before settling in a lowered stance. Fully prepared to take down your larger opponent. “Guess I won’t be taking it very easy on you after all.”

“Won’t you spare me?” He smirks, bending at his knees with his arms lifted to grab you and tackle you down.

Heeseung gulps to contain his nerves, thankful for the shadow falling on his glasses beneath the dim lighting fanned throughout the room. His throats already began to dry, flitting over your breasts obscenely squeezed out, shoved together creating perfect perky fat mounds ready to be choked between his fingers.

Time to size up your competitor goes to complete shit. Heeseung’s grown beyond comprehension, larger than you ever recall seeing him. Corded muscles strain up his thighs to narrow hips and a tight little waist dipping in such an absurd way. His frame widens ridiculously at his chest, more ridiculous than the situation you’ve put yourself in as a mere joke.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Licking at your lips, you begin to circle him, following suit as he mimics your motions.

Inhaling a deep breath, you meet his gaze, lowering your chin for intimidation. “Hey, Heeseung.”

“Huh?”

You almost feel sorry attacking his weak spot by throwing him off. It’s playing dirty, but you know there’s no better way to get him plastered on his back. Tackled down onto the mat with your face buried in his chest, Heeseung lets out a gust of air. Caught off guard as you ram him down in one fell swoop.

He grunts, the back of his head bouncing off the mat; realizing he should have suffered itchy burning eyeballs and opted for contact lenses today.

“Amateur,” you groan, tethering his forearms together. Each muscle lining your back screams. Flexing as you attempt to take control by slotting your hips against his. “Shouldn’t be s-so cocky—“

Heeseung growls, huffing out another breath to blow his bangs off of his forehead. Jerking his hips up to jostle your weight to the side brings on instant regret, muffling a curse by locking his lips. His cock fattens, searing heat pulses from the tip of his length to his navel.

“F-fuck,” you grit, pressing harder onto his crossed arms until his chest caves. “Playing dirty won’t help you win.”

Heeseung’s breath lodges, clenching the backs of his teeth as he bends his knees. His heels dig into the mat, hoisting up with more force until you topple over and lose your balance, fast as he escapes your grip and grabs onto your shoulders and plants your back flat.

“Playing dirty?” He asks, seductively licking at his front teeth.

Heeseung circles your thighs, pushing them open to space an area for himself between your legs. He hovers near your lips, glasses slipping lower, just above the tip of his nose. “Like you distracting me with your entire ass out? What the fuck are you even wearing, huh?”

“Get off of me!” You say with clamped teeth, only bringing amusement to his face as his biceps bracket your head. “This is a normal uniform!”

“Yeah,” he laughs, using the end of your nose to set his glasses back into place. His hips roll, a focused control freezing your lower half down as his knees burn against the mat, turning sticky with moisture secreting. “A normal uniform for some slut doing wrestling porn. That’s what this is for you, isn’t it?”

He finishes the question with a pointed grind, cock nestled against your clothed core further burying the material of your suit between your folds. “Between the two of us, you know who lacks brains here.”

Heeseung’s gaze darkens, lowering closer until his bottom lip runs between the seam of your mouth. Fitting together deliciously, wet from sweat gathering on both of your upper lips and saliva clinging to the tips of your tongues.

He can feel it, hot and humid against his groin. Your pussy spreading over his shorts, clit incessantly rubbing on your suit with each little shift.

“Ugh, f-fucking nerd.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you struggle by jostling your lower half as much as you can. Barely fazing him as he licks down your chin, forming a trail of drool down to the middle of your neck hollowing in for him to lap at. The sweat pooled there tastes savory at first, hit by a bitter aftertaste from the alcohol in your scented lotion. Fitting for you, sour and sweet as you’ve acted with him.

“Call me a nerd again.” He pushes up, causing your eyebrows to twist as his chest pumps out. Pecs hard as a rock, nipples pointed like icicles despite the heat gathering between your bodies. “See what happens.”

“Oooh, s-so scared,” you choke, Heeseung grabbing onto your throat when you try to sit up and shove him off. “I’ll break your glasses, see how tough you f-feel.”

Your taunting only eggs him on, ferociously pushing his side against your inner thigh until your centers fully exposed for him to press three digits against your exposed folds. Gliding up to pinch your suit around your clit until your feet slip and you kick at the mat.

“Get this wet for a fucking nerd huh?” He jeers, rolling your bundle of nerves under the damp fabric. “Maybe that’s why you bullied me, wanted me to fuck that bratty better-than-you attitude out of you.”

All you can do is struggle, attempting to dislodge your throat from his menacing hold, only seeping his fingers further into the veins rapidly pulsating up the sides of your neck.

“If only it had been the other way around.” He goes on mocking, blurring over your clit faster and faster until you’re coughing between trapped moans. “Imagine if I bullied you. Getting your revenge on me years later by cornering me and fucking me until I’m incapable or forming a sentence.”

His speech lands on muted ears, passing through a thick fog of arousal that clogs up your senses. Too focused on how thick and veiny his forearm looks. The veins rippling upward toward his meaty bicep shout at you, pumping full of anger with each flick of his wrist.

“You’re right, I got hard watching you practice.” He confesses, turning his hips for you to feel his chubbed up girth against your inner thigh. “Wanna know why?”

Gurgling escapes you, licking at the roof of your mouth to suppress another embarrassing sound from passing. He laughs, sharp teeth gleaming as they catch the light. “Because..”

Gathering the seat of your bottoms, he tugs at the material with a balled up fist. Ripping roughly at it to make you writhe and squeal in pain, burning against your clit with each pull. “This is why, to see you like this. So fucking full of yourself, but you can’t even pass a stupid test without a nerds help.”

Mesmerized by your folds swelling up around your suit, Heeseung’s waist bends in, momentarily forgetting about his grip on your neck; just enough to give you leeway to push up on your elbows and regain control.

It’s easy to pin Heeseung down again, startling him with power he wished to assume you lack. He curses when you fling him down roughly and mount his chest. Gathering fistfuls of his sweaty peachy pink locks, you rip at his scalp until he’s whining. Elongated neck arched back releasing an obscene moan between his pretty pink lips. Ragged breath spills from your chest, working hard to maneuver forward until your inner thighs clap against his cheeks. Slotting your suit aside too fast for Heeseung to even let out a gasp of surprise.

Smashing your core down against his mouth sends a hiss flying out of you, grinding down hard despite the ridges of his teeth scraping along your clit. He muffles, flailing beneath you, glasses fogged up with slick and heat radiating from your lower half. A relieved laugh sounds, nodding as you work to crush your thighs around him to a suffocating point.

“Bambi boy talks tough—“ you grit, gyrating against his tongue until he groans. Losing your train of thought once again when his tongue curves, applying pressure against your entrance until you give. Loosening up and relaxing enough to push through. “Fuck.”

Heeseung can’t complain, even as he struggles to breathe through his nose, stuffed full of your clit rubbing incessantly against him. He’s crazed, determined to stretch his jaw until it breaks under your unforgiving thrusts.

Behind your back his knees bend, angling his hips up to fuck at nothing but air. Desperate as he slaps a merciless grip on your ass, repeating it until you get the message to ride his tongue.

Securing one hand on his head, you pull harder, using the hold to control your motions. His tongue wiggling between your walls while passing vibrating grunts, raspy broken whimpers. The unexpected slap you deliver between his thighs has him coughing, choking and screaming finding it impossible to swallow a long enough breath.

“Little B-bambi boy can’t even handle f-fighting a girl can he?” You scramble to taunt him, whimpering as he manages to dislodge his tongue and suck on your clit. Spreading your ass apart to have your hole pulse open against his chin as he uses every inch of his face to rub and flick. Messy, fucking disgusting with a pleased gleam hiding under splattered lenses.

Heeseung’s teeth nip, lapping side to side on your clit before he wraps his lips again. A mean suck and nimble digits digging in too close to your rim have you toppling forward. A shouted moan expelling as you whine and bounce down to fully release your orgasm on his chin and neck.

White haze takes over the room, brain spinning too much to process being manhandled onto your back. Only between a coughed whimper do you come down, blinking up to find Heeseung above you. Grasping your ankles above your head with a devilish smirk playing at his lips.

“You think I give up that easily? That was child’s play.” He taunts, pushing hard abdominal muscles against your exposed puffy cunt. Rough and grating as he passes from the thin line of dark hair trailing from beneath his navel to inside of his shorts. A silent gasp emits as he grinds against your ass, hoisted off the mat the more he tests your flexibility, continuing to push and push until you’re folded in half.

Lazily you blink, reaching between your upper halves to scrape at his chest. Tweaking and pinching at one of his hardened nipples. With clenched teeth he takes advantage of your drunk-like post orgasmic state, releasing an ankle and replacing his hold with a hard bite. Sharp canine teeth sink near your tendon, shaking his head to make you shout and whimper louder. Free hand making use of your moment of weakness to release his erect length.

“Know what mean girls like you need?” He says between licking at teeth marks left behind on your ankle. Stroking to the tip of his length as he directs himself between your dripping wet folds. Sliding up and down for you to go crosseyed, stupid dumb just from feeling how fucking thick and wide he is.

“B-bambi, you’re s-so—“

He doesn’t give you a chance to say more, penetrating with one fluid practiced motion. Years of masturbating and studying porn only served to build up his knowledge. Practicing what he learned with any girl who would give him the opportunity at science camp over the last few summers.

“Thick fucking cock to shut you up.” Finishing his sentence with a choked growl, he grinds, adding emphasis by giving you each inch.

The moan that rips from your chest says it all.

Full, so full. Thick, so fucking thick.

He’s bigger than any popular jerk you’ve fucked at frat parties. Obscenely stretching you out, split open and so unbelievably full.

“Aww.” He attempts to mock, unable to stop himself from pressing in balls deep. Pressed deep enough for coarse dark hairs to scratch against your clit in the position. Folded in half and dwarfed beneath his massive size, both of his hands snake around your ankles, using his rocking hips to aid the push he gives. Your calves surround you, burning up the backs of your thighs from tight tendons working overtime.

“Weak. Nothing but a hole to take my cock.” Regaining some semblance at the visual of tears beginning to pour freely down your cheeks, Heeseung arches back, burying his knees into the mat to hit your hard with a pointed thrust.

Pinning you down with every muscle straining in his arms, he fills you to the brim. Cock too thick, nestling past any squeeze you give, any push the muscles inside of you use to suffocate his length.

“Don’t s-stop,” you choke, eyeing where he continues to dive in and out. His cock glistens coated in thick amounts of wetness, globs of it stuck on the patch of hair at the base. Wet, filthy and so fucking wet everywhere.

“So fucking greedy, full of cock and still you want more?” He spits, licking at saliva dribbling down his chin. “Want me to fill you up? Breed you like nothing but a stupid little cum dump.”

“Uh huh..” no amount of humiliation burning up your chest can deny how good it feels. Unwilling to even struggle or bother to get away from his hips pummeling forward. Hiccups and coughed sobs assist the rapid nod you give him, too overwhelmed to even picture how much Heeseung can give you.

He wishes he could laugh, but you feel too good, too perfect. The tip of his length catches on your convulsing hole with each draw back. It’s too much for you to even look at, witnessing the tip protruding the skin covering your mound. Feeling deeper than what you can even actually see, as if his cock can reach the back of your throat with each and every thrust he gives you.

“Pl-please Seungie..” you babble, worrying your bottom lip. Fingers twitching for something, finding his shoulders to weakly scratch at and drag down to the cut his bicep muscle creates along his arm. “I-inside, please..”

Heeseung groans, circling his hips in a more meticulous manner. Cock dragging against your wet walls in a way that sends your toes curling. Legs trembling, nearly ripping free of his hold when he hits you just right, cockhead kissing your cervix with ease; hitting the perfect angle each time.

“Nnghh… Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” 

Maintaining his hold to keep you bent in half somehow, Heeseung fucks faster. Ruthless and harsh, encouraged by your babbling and whines. Thrust after thrust harder than the previous, ripping his chest and abdominal muscles to appear carved out of stone with all the more vigor he utilizes to fuck you like you need and beg for.

“Ahhh…fuck!” Heeseung’s voice comes out strangled, using every bit of his strength to keep fucking you even as you lock up around him. Gripping a powerful orgasm around his cock, the pressure, push and pull almost forcing his cock to slip out. Gushed around, so wet and sloppy, spilling release down to his balls.

Despite your shrieks, he only manages to go even faster. Blurry above you as he pounds through your orgasm, gritting and panting similar to one of your opponents by the end of a long match. Rumbling from deep within his chest as he meets your eyes. Fogged up glasses drop down the bridge of his nose, tightening up when you find his blown out pupils.

Heeseung cums, cums hard. Cock thrumming violently with each hot drop of release bursting free, filling you up and up until he has to curse. Removing his hold as his broad shoulders tremble, absorbing the heat between your bodies through tremors rolling up his tense back muscles.

That’s enough, you think, rolling away in search of a towel to wipe yourself with. Whining when your hip lets out a nasty crack. You knew that pre-stretch would be needed, but not this much.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A lowered voice asks. Shivering up your spine as you whimper, burning where your wet thighs rub against the mat feebly attempting to crawl away.

“N-no no m-more..”

Heeseung laughs, worse than an evil villain from any movie or show. Slow to walk on his knees over your pathetic excuse of getting away. He hauls your arms back, clicking his tongue with a breathless chuckle. “This will teach you to fuck with nerds.”

Burying back inside of you aches more than you can comprehend. Imagining your brain exploding and spilling out of your ears as he rolls down. Cock sunk in to the hilt, gushing out the release he just filled you with. His size too much for you to hold both in, slick, wet, and so fucking loud with each draw back and slap of his hips.

“Heeseung!” It’s your first time wailing out his full name. Not missing a beat as he picks up the pace, his chest falls against your back knocking air out of your lungs. More determined to ruin you on his cock again. Make you regret the day you first saw him and made the worst decision to fuck with him.

“Where’s your cute Bambi boy now?” He asks against your ear, watching your eyes roll back into your head. Biting at your jaw, he reaches around, budging his bicep against your chin. Hips snap brutally into you, pulling you into a death inducing chokehold roughly. He pulls harder, making your chest shove out and waist dip in until you’re bent far back, slapping one hand against the mat.

“You give up?!” He grunts against your cheek, jostling your throat with a shake of his arm. Tongue hanging out panting, you reach for his wrist, scurrying to hold onto anything you can.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A quiet cry and suppressed choke follows your palm smacking the mat with repeated motion. In disbelief by the sound of grunts, flesh clapping against flesh, popping wet and nasty with each smooth glide of Heeseung’s cock filling you up without losing any speed.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut, stomach muscles contracting with each unforgiving thrust further dragging you up the mat. Chasing after his next release, Heeseung runs for the victory by throwing his other arm around your neck, tightening the pull of the headlock. Groaning by how much wetter you get, purging out more and more arousal with every pulse of his bicep against your jaw.

“That’s right.” He starts, blinking away sweat that won’t stop raining down, getting trapped in his dark eyelashes. “Never forget how you let a nerd beat you.”

Another weak tap and pinch on his wrist has you cumming. Arching high enough to nearly make him lose his rhythmic pace. Using powerful thigh muscles to push up and hit you with thrusts hard enough to have your heart beating out past your chest.

Slam after merciless slam turns messy, hips swerving pushing past your cunt gripping and milking for him to cum again. Give you the warm load to keep inside this time, greedily squeezing around him for another.

The squeaky cracked moan Heeseung lets out has your eyes rolling to the side, pleased that even after all of his tough talk. That you can still weaken him somehow.

Tapping on his forearm finally gives you a chance to take deep breaths, only to be plastered by his limp dead weight collapsing onto you.

“So,” Heeseung breathes raggedly. Wet chest heavily panting against your back. He bites at your nape, hoisting your chin up with his forearm perched under your jaw. “What’s my prize?”

“Ugh..” nothing more than a lazy response pours out of you. Continuing to reel and shiver under the weight melting you down into the ruined mat covered in every type of bodily fluid. “Whatever.”

If not for the chokehold around your throat, you’d knock out in less than a second. Thoroughly fucked and ran through by the same nerd that you once picked on and made cry for a laugh. The irony doing more to make your gut curl in with renewed arousal as you lock up around him.

“What was that? Whatever, huh?” He has the audacity to let out a fake chuckle, rumbling at the top of your spine. Free arm reaching down to push between your connected lower halves as he lifts to create space. “In that case..”

Heeseung’s index finger slips past bruises forming on your backside. Teasing as he pushes between your ass and traces your puckered rim. He pops free from your ruined hole, kissing at the backs of his teeth as a pool of cum bubbles out; settling in the shape of a perfect triangle at the top of your squished together thighs.

Prodding at your hole, he bites away a smile when you squirm and whimper. Looking over your shoulder to give him a look full of excitement and fear. He meets your gaze with maniacal thrill, pushing his bowed lips together to create a faucet for a thick wad of spit to pour out, landing directly on your ass to be smeared around.

“I’ll go easy on you, nerd.”

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

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“Pigtails?”

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

“Don’t I look a bit..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s working with me today?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, what’s the rundown?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really wanna fuck her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s a good girl.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please don’t—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tighter than a fucking virgin.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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