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۫✧Jay x fem!reader

✶Genre: On Again Off Again Romance

✶Word Count: 1,4K

✶Warnings: Explicit Smut / 18+,Toxic Relationship / Emotional Manipulation, Angst & Melancholie,Possessiveness & Marking, Unprotected Sex,Emotional Intensity

✶Song: everytime - Ariana Grande

✶Author’s note: Omggg guys, did you see the enha snippet for “Sin Bliss”? I’m already obsessed. The lyrics inspired me so much that I just had to write something about Jay and his part. I already love this song, and it hasn’t even been released yet…

The city lights blurred past the rain streaked window of the cab as you stared at your phone. Don’t do it. Not again.

But Jay’s message was already open, the words burning into your retinas like they always did:

“I know I shouldn’t. But are you home?”

Your thumb hovered. You’d blocked him three times this year. Unblocked him every single time. The last breakup had been brutal screaming in the hallway of his apartment at 3 a.m., you throwing his hoodie at his chest, him catching it without a word and pulling you back in anyway.

And now here you were. Again.

You typed back with shaking fingers: Yeah.

Ten minutes later you stood in front of his door in the dim hallway of his high rise, heart hammering so hard you felt it in your throat. The door opened before you could knock.

Jay looked like sin and heartbreak wrapped in one. Black hair slightly messy, white t-shirt clinging to his shoulders, grey sweatpants low on his hips. His dark eyes dragged over you slowly your damp coat, the way your dress hugged your body from the rain, the nervous press of your lips.

He didn’t speak at first. He just stepped aside, letting you in. The door clicked shut behind you with a finality that made your stomach flip.

“You look good,” he said quietly. His voice was low, rough, like he’d been drinking or hadn’t slept. Probably both.

You swallowed. “Jay…we said last time was the last time.”

“I know.” He took one step closer. The air between you thickened. “I meant it then.”

Another step. You didn’t back up. You couldn’t.

His hand rose slowly, giving you every chance to stop him, and brushed a wet strand of hair from your cheek. His thumb lingered, tracing your jaw. “But here you are. And here I am. Every fucking time.”

Your breath hitched. That was the problem with Jay. He never lied to you about what this was. He was addicted. So were you.

“I tried to move on,” you whispered.

“I know you did.” His other hand settled on your waist, pulling you in until your bodies were almost touching. “Did it work?”

“No.” The word broke out of you like a confession.

Jay’s eyes darkened. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Good. Because I’ve got it bad for you, baby. In the end… it’s always back to you.”

He didn’t kiss you right away. That was the cruel part. He let the tension stretch, let you feel every inch of the distance closing. His breath ghosted over your neck, his fingers tightening on your waist. You could smell his cologne something woody and expensive that always made your head spin.

When his lips finally brushed yours, it was devastatingly soft. A slow press. Once. Twice. Testing. Remembering. Then deeper, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth until you opened for him with a broken sound.

The kiss built like everything with Jay did slow, inevitable, consuming. His hand slid into your hair, tilting your head exactly how he wanted. The other slipped under your coat, pushing it off your shoulders until it pooled on the floor. He walked you backwards without breaking the kiss until your back met the cool wall of the hallway.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips, even as his fingers found the zipper of your dress.

You didn’t. Instead you arched into him, hands fisting his t-shirt. “I can’t.”

The zipper whispered down. Cool air kissed your skin as the fabric slid off your shoulders. Jay pulled back just enough to look at you black lace bra, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the flush creeping down your neck. His gaze was reverent and starved at the same time.

“Fuck…look at you.”

He dropped to his knees right there in the hallway. No rush. His palms smoothed up your thighs, pushing the dress higher until it bunched at your hips. He pressed open mouthed kisses along the edge of your lace panties, slow and deliberate, breathing you in. Your legs trembled.

“Jay—”

“Shh. Let me.” His voice was hoarse. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged the lace down inch by torturous inch, kissing every new strip of skin he revealed. When he finally tossed them aside, he looked up at you eyes blown black, lips parted. “You’re the only thing my heart desires. You know that, right?”

Then his mouth was on you.

Not rushed. Not desperate. Slow, deep licks that made your head fall back against the wall. He took his time learning you again, like he’d forgotten nothing and still wanted to memorize everything. One of your hands tangled in his hair the other pressed flat against the wall for balance. Soft, filthy sounds filled the hallway his low groans, your shaky whimpers, the wet slide of his tongue.

He brought you right to the edge, then slowed down again, kissing your inner thigh, nipping gently, letting the pleasure ebb before building it higher. Exactly how he always destroyed you.

When you finally came, it crashed through you in long, rolling waves. Jay held your hips steady, licking you through it until you were oversensitive and trembling. Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing you again so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You pulled his shirt off, hands exploring the familiar planes of his chest, the faint scars, the way his abs tensed under your touch. His sweatpants were next. He was already hard, heavy and flushed. You wrapped your hand around him and stroked slowly, matching the pace he’d set. Jay’s forehead dropped to yours, breath ragged.

“Bedroom,” he managed.

You barely made it there.

Clothes left a trail. By the time you reached his bed you were both naked. He laid you down like you were something precious and breakable, crawling over you. Skin on skin. Heart to heart.

For long minutes he just kissed you deep,lazy kisses while his hands roamed. He mapped your body with his mouth collarbones, the swell of your breasts, the sensitive spot beneath your ribs that always made you gasp. He sucked a mark just above your hipbone, dark and possessive.

When he finally settled between your thighs, cock nudging at your entrance, he paused.

“Look at me.”

You did. His eyes were intense, almost pained with how much he wanted this. Wanted you.

“I fall in love with you every time,” he whispered. “Even when it hurts.”

Then he pushed in slow, thick, stretching you open. Inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. Both of you groaned. He stayed there, forehead pressed to yours, letting you adjust, letting the fullness sink in.

The rhythm he set was devastatingly slow. Deep rolls of his hips, grinding against that spot inside you with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back. Every movement dragged, deliberate, like he wanted this to last forever.

“Jay…please—”

“I’ve got you.” His voice cracked. One hand laced with yours, pinning it above your head. The other gripped your thigh, holding you open wider. “Just feel me. Feel how bad I’ve got it for you.”

The pleasure built in heavy, molten waves. Sweat slicked your bodies. The room filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, broken moans, whispered curses and confessions. He kissed you through every thrust, swallowed every sound you made.

When you came again, clenching around him, Jay buried his face in your neck and followed right after long, shuddering strokes as he spilled inside you, hips stuttering against yours.

Afterwards he didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried deep, holding you close while your breathing slowed. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin.

Neither of you said “this was the last time.”

You both knew it was a lie.

Instead Jay kissed your temple and murmured against your hair, voice rough with exhaustion and something softer.

“Stay tonight.”

You closed your eyes, heart still racing, body aching in the best way.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Not tonight.

Maybe not ever.

Because in the end…it was always back to him.

.⋆♱Ni-ki x fem!reader

⟡Genre: Roleplay/fanficiton

⟡Word count: 1,3k

⟡Summary: Niki has been quietly jealous for weeks watching you obsess over Leon S. Kennedy. One evening he surprises you by fully cosplaying as the agent in the signature brown leather jacket. What begins as a playful attempt to win your attention quickly escalates into something far more intense and steamy than either of you expected.

⟡Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+),Consensual cosplay,jealousy/possessiveness,dirty talk,light dominance

⟡Song: American Wedding - Frank Ocean

You pushed open the apartment door, kicking off your shoes with a tired sigh. The living room was mostly dark, lit only by the flickering glow of the monitor you’d left paused earlier that morning. Leon S. Kennedy filled the screen mid action,brown leather jacket hugging his frame, knife raised, that signature intense stare cutting through the shadows of rural Spain. You’d been replaying the same scenes for weeks now, muttering compliments under your breath about how unfairly hot he looked in that outfit. You hadn’t realized how obvious it was until Niki started making little comments.

A low, velvet voice drifted from the corner near the couch.

“Still staring at him?”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You turned, and the air left your lungs in a rush.

Niki stood there, half swallowed by shadows, but the details hit you like a wave. The brown leather jacket was perfect worn in all the right places, hugging his broad shoulders and tapering to his slim waist. Beneath it, a white shirt hung open at the collar, revealing smooth skin and the faint outline of his toned chest. Holster straps crossed his torso, accentuating every line of his body. A replica combat knife sat sheathed at his hip, and he’d styled his hair with those lighter streaks, messy and falling over one sharp eye. The smirk on his lips was slow, dangerous, and laced with something darker jealousy he’d clearly been nursing for days.

“Niki… what the fuck,” you whispered, your bag slipping from your fingers to the floor.

He stepped forward, the leather creaking softly with the movement. The scent of new jacket mixed with his familiar cologne and warm skin filled the space between you. “You’ve been talking about him non stop. Leon this, leather jacket that.” His voice was lower than usual, rougher around the edges, like he was sinking into the role. “Figured it was time to do something about it.”

He didn’t rush. Instead, he circled you slowly, eyes dragging over your body like he was memorizing every reaction. One hand brushed your waist, fingertips barely grazing the hem of your shirt. The touch sent electricity racing across your skin.

“I got tired of competing with a fucking video game character,” he murmured, stopping right behind you. His breath ghosted the side of your neck. “So tonight… I’m him. Niki S. Kennedy. You want the fantasy? You’re getting it.”

He drew the blunt replica knife slowly, trailing the flat side along your collarbone not pressing, just teasing cool metal against warm skin. Your breath hitched. Niki’s eyes darkened with satisfaction.

Your pulse thundered in your ears. He turned you gently to face him, one finger under your chin tilting your head up. The slow burn was deliberate he leaned in, lips hovering just out of reach, letting the tension coil tighter. When he finally kissed you, it was soft at first, almost teasing. Just the press of warm lips, the faint taste of mint. But then his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepened. Tongue sliding against yours, unhurried but hungry, like he wanted to savor every second of your surrender.

You moaned quietly into his mouth, fingers curling into the leather lapels of the jacket. It felt buttery soft under your palms, warm from his body heat. He walked you backward toward the hallway without breaking the kiss, hands exploring under your shirt palms flat against your stomach, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he breathed against your lips, voice husky. “Imagining you coming home and seeing me like this… getting wet just from looking at me.”

He pressed you against the wall, body flush to yours. The holster dug into your hip in the most delicious way, a constant reminder of the fantasy. His thigh slipped between your legs, pressing up gently, giving you just enough friction to make you whimper. He rocked against you slowly, letting you feel how hard he already was through his pants.

“Feel that?” he whispered, lips trailing down your neck, sucking lightly at your pulse point. “That’s what your little obsession does to me. Gets me this fucking hard.”

Clothes came off in a slow, torturous haze. He peeled your shirt over your head, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin collarbone, the swell of your breasts, down your stomach. When he dropped to his knees in the hallway, jacket still on and open, the sight made your knees buckle. He looked up at you through messy strands of hair, eyes dark with lust.

“Been dying to taste you,” he said, voice low. He tugged your pants and underwear down together, helping you step out of them. Then his mouth was on you hot, wet, and devastatingly slow. His tongue circled your clit with lazy precision, alternating between soft licks and firmer pressure. Leather clad hands gripped your thighs, holding you open while he worked you open with his mouth. You threaded your fingers through his hair, hips twitching, soft moans spilling from your lips.

He hummed in satisfaction, the vibration shooting straight through you. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured against your folds, sliding two fingers inside you and curling them just right. “You’re dripping for me already. For me dressed like him.”

He brought you right to the edge, then pulled back with a wicked smirk, standing up and kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Not yet. Bedroom.”

You barely made it. Inside, he laid you on the bed and took his time undressing you completely, kissing and licking every sensitive spot until you were trembling.The knife was set aside on the dresser safe, but the memory of it made you clench.Only then did he shrug the jacket open wider but keep it on, shirt pushed up to expose his abs. He freed himself from his pants, cock flushed and heavy, stroking it slowly as he watched you.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered softly, crawling over you. He rubbed the head of his cock against your slick folds, teasing your entrance. “Not the screen. Not some game. Me. Feel how hard I am for you?”

You nodded, breathless, hips lifting desperately. He pushed in slowly inch by thick inch stretching you open with a shared groan. The leather of the jacket brushed your chest as he settled deep inside you, hips flush.

“Fuck… so tight,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. He stayed still for a long moment, letting you adjust, rolling his hips in shallow thrusts that dragged against every nerve. “This what you wanted? Your agent fucking you deep and slow?”

The pace built gradually. Deep, rolling strokes that made the bed creak. His hand slid between you, thumb circling your clit while he thrust. Dirty words spilled from his lips between kisses low and filthy.

“You like the way the leather feels against your skin while I fuck you?”

“Been jealous as hell… but now I get to ruin you in it.”

“Take it all, baby. Every inch.”

“Niki! Fuck—Niki, right there!” you cried out, legs wrapping tighter around him.

He flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and pressing the jacket against your back as he sank in again from behind. The new angle made you cry out, fingers fisting the sheets. His thrusts grew harder, faster, skin slapping against skin, the creak of leather mixing with your moans.

“Niki..I’m gonna come—!” Your moans grew louder, broken and desperate as he hit that perfect spot over and over.

One hand fisted gently in your hair, the other reached around to rub your clit. “Come on,” he panted, voice strained. “Come for me. Let me feel you squeezing my cock.”

You shattered hard, clenching around him with a broken moan of his name. He followed moments later, burying himself deep and groaning long and low as he spilled inside you, hips stuttering through the aftershocks.

For a while, only heavy breathing filled the room. He carefully pulled out and collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest. The cocky edge melted away completely as he nuzzled into your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. His fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns on your back.

“So…” he asked quietly, a little shy now, voice back to normal, “did the real thing live up to all that Leon hype?”

You laughed breathlessly, curling tighter into the warmth of his body and the soft leather. “He more than lived up to it. Way better.”

Niki smiled against your skin, already pulling you closer. “Good. Because I’m not taking this jacket off anytime soon. Round two when you’re ready… Agent’s orders.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ 𝐸NHYPEN 𝓜ASTERLIST 友

⋆.𐙚 ̊YANG JUNGWON :

❝OFF LIVE❞ ⟢ My famous boyfriend Jungwon went live on Weverse from the car, acting all cool and charming for the fans. I thought it would be fun to tease him a little…until the teasing made things way too serious.

⋆.𐙚 ̊LEE HEESEUNG:

❝F!CKING YOUR BEST FRIENDS CRUSH❞ ⟢ My best friend Rona confessed she likes him, so I tried to bury my feelings. At the Halloween party, the tension finally snapped and we ended up spending the night together. The next day I couldn’t remember anything…until Heeseung showed up at my door in the pouring rain. That night we couldn’t hold back anymore and went three intense rounds.

❝7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN❞ ⟢ Misu and Heeseung are rival gamers who secretly started catching feelings after a drunken kiss and night together at the Halloween party. Things get messy because Misu’s best friend Rona also likes Heeseung. When both show up at Misu’s apartment, the tension rises and the group ends up playing “Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

❝RIDE OR DIE❞ ⟢ I was just a bartender when Evan, the dangerous biker with the bad reputation, walked into my bar with a fresh scar on his face. After a quick escape on his motorcycle, we ended up at his rundown motel room where the tension finally exploded into a wild, intense night together.

⋆.𐙚 ̊PARK JONGSEONG:

❝BAD FOR YOU ❞ ⟢ One late-night text from Jay is all it takes to break that promise again. A slow, intense night of raw desire, lingering touches, and bittersweet confessions. With him, it’s never just sex it’s addiction. It’s pain. It’s always back to him.

⋆.𐙚 ̊SIM JAEYUN:

❝BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY THEY COME❞ ⟢ You and your boyfriend have been together for three years, but lately he’s been acting strange. So you went through his phone and saw that he was cheating on you, and you’re completely heartbroken. But then someone comes along who takes your sadness away your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jake.

❝FUCK ME LIKE A NERD❞ ⟢ I spent the entire semester hating the arrogant nerd Jake in biology class. When we were forced to partner up for a project and ended up at his apartment, all the fighting and tension finally snapped.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ PARK SUNGHOON:

❝SÃO PAULO BABY❞ ⟢ I’m a dancer in a vibrant São Paulo strip club when the new, strikingly handsome Korean security guard Park Sunghoon starts working there. Our lingering glances turn into conversation, and after he jumps in to protect me from a handsy customer, the tension finally snaps in one of the private rooms.

⋆.𐙚 ̊KIM SUNOO:

SOON ⟢

⋆.𐙚 ̊NISHIMURA RIKI:

❝NI-KI S. KENNEDY❞⟢ Niki has been quietly jealous for weeks watching you obsess over Leon S. Kennedy. One evening he surprises you by fully cosplaying as the agent in the signature brown leather jacket. What begins as a playful attempt to win your attention quickly escalates into something far more intense and steamy than either of you expected.

-`♡´- Nerd Jake x fem!reader

જ⁀➴ ♡ Genre: Enemies to lovers/fuckers

જ⁀➴ ♡ Word Count: 1,6k

જ⁀➴ ♡ Warnings: Explicit sexual content,penetrative sex, dirty talk, oral elements,strong language and banter,unprotected sex,18+

જ⁀➴ ♡ Song: Slow down - Chase Atlantic

I never thought the day would end with me in Jake’s bed. Jake the insufferable, know it all nerd who had made every biology lecture a battlefield since the start of the semester. He corrected me constantly, rolled his eyes at my answers, and argued with me until the professor had to step in. I hated his smug face, his stupid glasses, and the way he always wore those button up shirts like they made him smarter than everyone else.

But today, fate had other plans.

Biology class had been hell from the start.

I walked in like usual, still annoyed from the last time Jake had publicly corrected me in front of everyone. He was already there, sitting in his usual spot with his stupid button up shirt, glasses perched on his nose, looking every bit the smug know it all. When the professor announced we’d be working in pairs for the microscope lab and Jake realized the only empty seat was next to me, he actually rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath as he dropped into the chair.

“Trust me,” I said dryly, “the feeling is mutual.”

The lab started innocently enough. We had to examine different slides and record observations. I leaned over the microscope first, adjusting the focus carefully. A few seconds later, Jake’s shoulder brushed mine as he leaned in.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said quietly, but with that superior tone that always made my blood boil. “The coarse adjustment should be slower. Here let me show you.”

I pulled back sharply. “I know how to use a microscope, Jake.”

“Clearly not well enough,” he replied, reaching for it.

We spent the next ten minutes in a quiet but intense tug of war over the equipment. Our hands kept brushing. Our knees bumped under the table. Every time I tried to do something, he corrected me in that low, calm voice that somehow made me want to both slap him and… something else I refused to name. The rest of the class kept glancing over, used to our fights by now.

By the end of the worksheet, we’d somehow finished it barely speaking except in clipped arguments but the air between us felt thicker than usual. When the professor announced the joint presentation assignment with our lab partner, I nearly groaned out loud.

I raised my hand immediately. “Can I switch partners?”

The professor shook his head. “No changes. Work it out.”

I muttered under my breath, “I’d rather fail than do this with that insufferable nerd.”

Jake, who had somehow ended up standing right behind me, coughed. “I’m still here, you know.”

I turned slowly. “Good. Then you heard me.”

He pushed his glasses up, jaw tight. “My place tonight. Eight o’clock. We can’t skip the assignment.”

I stared at him. For a second, something flickered in his eyes annoyance mixed with… challenge? I hated how it made my stomach flip.

“Fine,” I snapped. “Text me the address.”

The rest of the day dragged. I complained to my friends between classes. They were annoyingly excited.

“You’re going to Jake’s apartment? Alone?” one squealed.

“I’d kill to be in your place,” the other added.

I rolled my eyes. “I’d rather trade with anyone. He’s probably going to lecture me the whole time.”

Still, I went home, grabbed my laptop, and headed over.

When Jake opened the door, his hair was damp from a recent shower. No glasses yet. He wore a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants instead of his usual nerd uniform. He looked… annoyingly good. Softer. More human.

“Sorry,” he said, stepping aside. “Just got out of the shower.”

His apartment was clean and minimalist bookshelves lined with textbooks, a neat desk, nothing flashy. We settled on the floor of his room with laptops open, the presentation slides between us. The arguing started almost immediately.

“I don’t think we should structure it that way,” I said after twenty minutes of tense discussion.

“It’s more logical like this,” Jake countered, pointing at the screen. His voice was patient but firm.

We went back and forth for nearly an hour. Every suggestion I made, he picked apart. Every correction he gave, I resisted. The tension kept rising our voices getting sharper, bodies inching closer as we both leaned over the same laptop. At one point our hands brushed on the trackpad and neither of us pulled away immediately.

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” I finally hissed.

“And you’re impossible to work with,” he shot back. “Incompetent and argumentative.”

That word incompetent hit a nerve.

“Did you just call me incompetent?” I demanded, turning to face him fully.

“Yes.” His eyes met mine, dark and intense behind the glasses he’d put back on for reading.

Something in me snapped. All the months of hatred, the constant corrections, the way he got under my skin… it boiled over.

“You’re such a boring, arrogant nerd,” I spat. “All you do is study, correct people, and act superior. I bet you’ve never even touched a girl. That’s why you’re like this frustrated and miserable.”

Jake stared at me, shocked for a beat, then let out a low, surprised laugh. He leaned in closer, voice dropping. “That’s what you think of me?”

“Yeah. I do.”

He moved even nearer, until our faces were inches apart. The air felt electric. “We could find out if you’re right.”

I stared at him, pulse racing.“Fine.”

My heart hammered. The challenge in his eyes, the way his gaze dropped to my lips… I grabbed his collar and kissed him hard.

He kissed me back instantly hungry, deep, nothing like the controlled persona he showed in class. His hands gripped my waist as we shoved the laptops aside. For long minutes we just made out on the floor, slow and intense, tongues sliding, breaths mingling. I hated how good he was at this.

Eventually he pulled me up and onto his bed, laying me down gently. He hovered over me, kissing down my neck with surprising patience, sucking lightly at my pulse point until I gasped his name.

“J-Jake…”

“You sound so much better moaning my name than insulting me,” he murmured against my skin, voice husky.

I laughed breathlessly as he slowly peeled my shirt off, then my bra. He took his time kissing, licking, and sucking my nipples until they were tight and aching, one large hand kneading my breast. His other hand trailed lower, unbuttoning my jeans with deliberate slowness, sliding them down along with my panties. He stripped his own clothes off too, revealing a surprisingly athletic body underneath the nerd exterior toned chest, defined arms, and a thick, hard cock that made me bite my lip.

His glasses stayed on the whole time, which somehow made everything filthier.

He settled between my thighs, stroking himself slowly as he looked down at me. “You’re soaked for this nerd?”

I smirked up at him, pulse racing. “Maybe I am.”

He leaned down, kissing me deeply again while rubbing the head of his cock against my slick folds, teasing me for what felt like forever circling my clit, pressing just inside, pulling back until I was writhing and desperate.

“Jake… stop teasing.”

He smirked. “Say it.”

I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. “Fuck me like the nerd that you are.”

His eyes darkened with heat. He pushed in slowly, stretching me open inch by thick inch until he was buried to the hilt. We both groaned. He stayed there, letting me adjust, kissing me softly while my walls clenched around him.

Then he started moving deep, steady thrusts that built gradually, hitting every perfect spot. The bed creaked as he picked up pace, one hand pinning my wrist above my head while the other rubbed my clit in perfect circles.

“Fuck—Jake” I moaned.

“You like that?” he growled, voice softer and sexier than I ever imagined. “Getting fucked by the guy you hate?”

“Yes—god,harder—”

He fucked me deeper, glasses slightly fogged, hair falling into his eyes. The dirty talk kept coming in that low, controlled tone.

“Look at you falling apart on my cock… dripping all over the nerd you called boring.”

I came hard the first time, crying out his name as my body shook. He didn’t stop fucking me through it, then flipping me on top so I could ride him. I sank down onto his thick length, moaning at the new depth. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I bounced, his thumb still working my clit.

“Ride me just like that,” he groaned. “Fuck, your tits look incredible bouncing on my dick.”

I leaned down to kiss him messily while grinding on him. He thrust up to meet me, relentless. I came again, soaking his cock and thighs.

Jake flipped us once more, pounding into me with long, powerful strokes. “I’m close—”

“Come inside me,” I gasped. “Fill me up.”

With a low, broken groan he buried himself deep and came hard, pulsing inside me as he filled me with hot spurts. He kept thrusting through it, riding out both our orgasms until we were both spent.

We collapsed together, breathing heavily. I stared at the ceiling, dazed. “Shit… that was good.”

Jake chuckled, still inside me. “Yeah? Guess nerds know how to fuck after all.”

I laughed, turning to look at him. “You’re definitely not the boring, innocent guy I thought you were.”

He smirked, brushing hair out of my face. “Now you know how a nerd fucks. And we still have that presentation to finish… after round two.”

I pulled him in for another kiss, already feeling heat building again.

Maybe working with Jake wasn’t the worst thing after all.

୭˚.Sunghoon x fem!reader

ᯓ★Genre: Stranger to fuckers

ᯓ★Word Count: 1,8k

ᯓ★Warnings: NSFW / 18+ only,Stripping,Mild violence,Profanity,Power dynamics,Smoking,Sex work, Interracial / intercultural romance

ᯓ★Song: São Paulo - The Weeknd,Anitta

The humid night air of São Paulo wrapped around me like a lover’s embrace as I stepped out of the taxi. The city pulsed with its usual restless energy, neon lights bleeding into the sticky darkness. Another night at the club. I had grown used to the rhythm of this life the bass vibrating through my bones, the scent of sweat, perfume, and money in the air. I danced for men who couldn’t get enough of my full hips, my round ass, and the way I moved like the samba itself: slow, filthy, and hypnotic. The pay was excellent, and I loved the power it gave me.

The moment I approached the entrance, I noticed him. The new security guard. Tall, broad shouldered, with sharp, strikingly handsome Korean features. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his jawline strong, and his intense gaze scanned the crowd with quiet authority. Park Sunghoon, according to the name tag. What was a man who looked like he belonged on a K-drama screen doing working security in a São Paulo strip club?

I walked past him with my usual confident strut, feeling his eyes linger on me for a heartbeat longer than professional. A small thrill ran down my spine.

Inside the dressing room, the girls were already in full gossip mode.
“Have you seen the new security guy?” one squealed, fanning herself dramatically.
“He’s so fucking hot. Like, unreal.”
“Yeah, I’m calling dibs tonight,” the other laughed. “That man is mine.”

I just chuckled and shook my head. “Calm down, ladies. Let’s go make some money first.”

The stage lights hit me like a drug. I wrapped my legs around the cold metal pole, arching my back deeply, rolling my hips in slow, sinful circles that had the crowd transfixed. Bills rained onto the stage as I moved every sway of my hips, every teasing slide down the pole earning more. Every so often Sunghoon would do his rounds inside the club. His tight black uniform hugged his muscular frame perfectly, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on my body each time he passed. It was heavier. Hungrier.

After a long, sweaty shift, I headed toward the exit. Sunghoon was at the door, calmly but firmly arguing with a very drunk Brazilian man who was trying to push his way back inside. Since Sunghoon only spoke English, the conversation was going nowhere.

I stepped in smoothly. “Ei, calma aí,” I said in Portuguese, explaining the rules to the man until he finally grumbled and left.

I turned to Sunghoon with a small smile. “First night?”

He nodded, his voice low and smooth. “Yeah.”

“Park Sunghoon, right?”
“Just Sunghoon,” he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

We talked for a minute. He was here from Korea for a few weeks on a “special assignment.” I raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. Something about him that quiet confidence mixed with his striking looks stayed with me the entire ride home.

The next afternoon I woke up around 2 PM, cursed softly, and dragged myself into the shower. After a cold guaraná and some food, I went out for shopping. New outfits, groceries… and there he was again, standing alone in a store, browsing Brazilian football jerseys.

“See something you like?” I asked, walking up beside him.

He looked startled for a second, then relaxed into a faint smile. “It looks good.”

“It would look even better on you,” I said, letting my eyes trail slowly down his tall frame. He picked one up. I grabbed the same one. At checkout he struggled to ask for a bag. I translated for him effortlessly.

“Thanks,” he said as we stepped outside together. “English only gets you so far here.”

We ended up walking and talking. I told him about my time stripping in America and how Brazil’s energy was on another level. He bought several Brazilian outfits, clearly enjoying the culture. When we passed a pastel stand, I grabbed his arm.

“Come on, you have to try this.”

I ordered two pastel crispy, golden, filled with melted cheese and meat. When he bit into the hot pastry, his eyes widened in genuine pleasure.

“Holy shit…this is incredible,” he murmured.

I laughed. “Told you. Brazil will spoil you.”

The chemistry between us crackled in the humid afternoon air. I winked at him as we parted ways, feeling his gaze on my ass as I walked away.

That night at the club, he was back at the door. I gave him a playful wink. He stayed professional, but the heat in his eyes said otherwise.

On stage everything was normal until a young, tattooed guy got too bold. While I was dancing close to the edge, he slapped my ass hard. Anger flared instantly. I climbed down and confronted him. The argument escalated fast insults flying in Portuguese and broken English. Suddenly Sunghoon was there, towering over the man.

“Out. Now,” he ordered, voice cold.

The guy swung first, catching Sunghoon square in the mouth. A brutal scuffle broke out. Fists flew, grunts echoed, until another guard helped drag the troublemaker outside. Blood trickled from Sunghoon’s split lip.

I grabbed his hand without thinking. “Come with me.”

In one of the private rooms usually reserved for more intimate services I pulled out the first aid kit. He sat on the edge of the bed while I gently cleaned the blood from his full lower lip.

“Brazilian men don’t play nice,” I murmured. “You have to be careful.”

He stayed quiet, watching me with those dark, intense eyes. I lit a cigarette from the nightstand and took a slow drag. “Want one?”

“Still working,” he said.

“Boring,” I teased, blowing smoke playfully. “You never let yourself have any fun?”

He stood up to leave, but I stepped closer, challenging him. “This is São Paulo, baby. Live a little. Or can’t you handle a Brazilian woman?”

His eyes darkened. A dangerous little smirk tugged at his lips. “Try me.”

I turned to leave but he suddenly pushed me against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. I moaned into it, kissing him back just as desperately. Tongues tangled, heat exploded. I yanked his uniform shirt open and laughed breathlessly when I saw he was wearing the new Brazilian jersey underneath.

“It really does look good on you…”

He smirked against my lips. “I expected nothing less.”

What followed was pure fire. He lifted me effortlessly, carried me to the bed, and laid me down. His mouth claimed every inch neck, breasts, stomach while his hands explored my barely covered body. He peeled my heels off slowly, kissing up my thighs with surprising gentleness.

“So soft…” I whispered. “Are all Korean guys this gentle?”

He looked up with a wicked grin. “You’re saying that now.”

He kissed me hard again, tongue dominating mine, while his hands explored. I yanked the jersey off him, revealing his perfectly built body broad chest, ripped abs, strong arms. I was speechless for a second.

“Like what you see?” he asked huskily.

“Very much.”

I pushed him onto his back, straddled him, and opened his pants, sliding them down. His boxer shorts were tented hugely. I pulled them off and his thick, long cock sprang out veiny, heavy, bigger than I’d expected, already leaking. I took him into my mouth immediately, swirling my tongue around the swollen head, then sinking down as far as I could. He groaned deeply. “Shit…”

I gave him the sloppiest, hottest blowjob, deepthroating, sucking hard, using my hand on the rest. His hips twitched. “You’re so fucking good… fuck, yeah…” His fingers tightened in my hair.

I felt him getting close, so I pulled off with a wet pop. “Fuck me.”

“Greedy girl,” he growled, but flipped me onto all fours. He stripped my thong and top off, leaving me naked. He rubbed his thick cock along my dripping pussy, then pushed in slowly, stretching me wide open. “Oh fuck…” I moaned loudly as he sank deep, filling me completely. He started thrusting long, powerful strokes that hit every sensitive spot.

“Yeah… fuck, right there!” I cried. He slapped my ass hard, leaving his handprint, gripping my hips and pounding faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. We switched positions constantly. I rode him hard, grinding down, bouncing on his cock while he slapped my ass and thrust up. Then missionary, his body pressed against mine, kissing me messily as he drove deep and fast.

He knew exactly what he was doing the rhythm, the angle, his thumb on my clit. I came hard around him, walls pulsing, screaming his name. “Sunghoon—fuck!”

He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and cumming deep inside me. I felt every hot, thick spurt filling me up. We collapsed, sweaty and breathing hard.

“Holy fucking shit,” he muttered with a lazy, satisfied smile. “I might never get enough of São Paulo.”

I laughed softly, tracing patterns on his chest. “That’ll be added to your tab.”

We lay there in the dim light of the private room, the distant bass of the club still thumping through the walls. Best night at work I’d ever had. And I already knew I wanted so much more of Park Sunghoon.

⋆₊ ☽˚⋆Evan x fem!reader

✧˖° Genre: bad boy biker romance

✧˖° Word Count: 1,8k

✧˖° Warnings: Explicit sexual content,Detailed, graphic sex scenes including oral sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, and multiple rounds,Bar fights, fresh injury, gang related threat and chase,References to drug dealing, skimming money from dangerous people, motorcycle gang life,Smoking cigarettes, mention of harder drugs, casual marijuana use,Impulsive decisions, unprotected sex, fleeing with a near stranger,Rough language, power dynamics, hedonistic lifestyle,18+/NSFW

✧˖° Song: Ride or Die - EVAN

I was just a bartender in a rowdy dive bar on the edge of town, the kind of place where the neon sign flickered half the time and the air always smelled like stale beer, cigarette smoke, and regret. Fights broke out almost every night bottles smashing, fists flying, shouts echoing off the sticky wooden floors. But through all the chaos, there was one guy who always caught my eye. And I was pretty sure I caught his too.

Evan.

He was tall, easily over six foot three, with messy blonde hair that fell just right across his forehead, like he’d rolled out of bed after a wild night and still looked like a rockstar. Leather jacket, faded jeans that hugged his powerful thighs, and that dangerous, effortless swagger. He rode with a motorcycle gang, had a reputation for dealing in things he shouldn’t, and everyone in the bar knew his name. People whispered about him some feared him, some wanted to be him. But to me, he was the highlight of every shift. He came in almost every single day, sliding onto the same stool at the end of the bar, flashing that crooked smirk that made my stomach flip.

We’d exchange small talk, lingering glances that lasted a beat too long, but nothing more. Just another customer, right? Except he wasn’t. He stood out. Magnetic. Addictive.

That night was like any other until it wasn’t. Evan walked in with a fresh, angry red scar slashed across his cheekbone, still raw and glistening like he’d just taken a nasty hit. He dropped onto his usual stool, blood still faintly smeared near his jaw.

“Cold beer, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet.

I slid the frosty bottle across the bar. “Your face doesn’t look so pretty tonight.”

He laughed, deep and genuine, the sound sending heat straight through me. “I always look good. Scratches or not.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed, turning back to work, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances. When he eventually headed toward the bathroom, something reckless took over. I grabbed a small first aid kit from under the counter gauze, antiseptic, whatever I could find and followed him without thinking. My heart hammered as I waited in the dim hallway.

The door opened. Evan stepped out and nearly jumped when he saw me standing there.

“What the—?”

I didn’t give him time to finish. I reached up, cupping his jaw gently but firmly, and pressed the gauze to the nasty cut. He hissed.

“Ouch.”

“Don’t be a baby,” I teased, dabbing carefully to stop the bleeding.

He stared down at me, surprise flickering in those bambi brown eyes. For a moment, the loud bar faded away. “What’s your name?” I asked softly.

“Evan,” he murmured.

“Interesting name,” I replied with a small smile.

He chuckled, but the moment shattered when the front door banged open. A group of dangerous-looking men stormed in tattooed, leather clad, eyes scanning the room like predators. Evan’s expression shifted to pure shock. He grabbed my hand instantly.

“Come on, quick.”

He pulled me through the back exit before I could protest. We burst out into the cool night air behind the bar.

“What the hell was that?” I demanded, breathless.

“Those are the guys who just rearranged my face,” he growled. “I took too much money from them.”

“Then why take me with you?”

He paused, looking at me like he was figuring it out himself. “I don’t know. I just… did.”

I laughed despite the adrenaline. But then a shout cut through the night: “There he is!”

“Shit,” Evan cursed. He yanked a helmet onto his head and swung a leg over his sleek black motorcycle. “Ride or die, baby. You jumping on or you wanna die here?”

I didn’t even think. The sound of footsteps pounding closer made the decision for me. I swung my leg over, wrapping my arms tight around his muscular waist as the engine roared to life. We shot forward like a bullet. The wind whipped my hair, the world blurred into streaks of light and shadow. I’d never been on a bike like this fast, reckless, freeing. My heart raced with fear and exhilaration. I’d just ditched my shift. My boss was going to kill me. But being pressed against Evan’s strong back, feeling the heat of his body through his jacket…it was worth it. Why not take the chance?

We rode for what felt like forever, leaving the city lights behind until we pulled up to a rundown motel on the outskirts. It looked abandoned, neon buzzing faintly, rooms dark and secretive. Perfect for hiding.

“What now?” I asked as he killed the engine.

“I don’t know,” he admitted with a smirk. “I live here, actually.”

We stepped into his room, and it was exactly what I expected: clothes scattered, empty bottles, ashtrays full of cigarette butts, and the faint sweet chemical scent of drugs lingering. A single lamp cast a warm, dim glow over the unmade bed.

“So this is home, huh, Evan?” I said, looking around.

“Yeah. This is it.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, lighting a cigarette. I opened the window to let in fresh air and turned to face him. We stood across from each other, tension crackling like electricity. He took a long drag, then asked, “Why’d you come with me?”

“I don’t wanna die,” I said with a shrug. “And I like rides.”

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “So that’s how it is? You like rides?”

I laughed. He offered me the cigarette. I took it, inhaling deeply before handing it back. We talked about the men chasing him, about the money he’d skimmed, about life. When he asked if I did drugs, I told him I smoked a joint now and then but nothing harder.

“Not really my thing.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Never had the right drug, then.”

I arched my own brow. “And what’s the right drug?”

He stood up slowly, stepping close until our bodies nearly touched. “Me.”

I laughed, pushing at his chest playfully. “You’re insane.” I stubbed the cigarette out the window.

He told me he’d noticed me every day at the bar, found me interesting. Magnetic. I teased him back: “Today must be your lucky day.”

His smirk turned heated. He reached for a small baggie on the nightstand, offering it, but I gently pushed it aside. Instead, I closed the distance and pushed him back toward the bed. He let himself fall, pulling me with him so I straddled his lap.

“You wanna try me after all, huh?” he murmured, voice husky.

“Shut up,” I whispered.

His large, calloused hands slid up my back, pulling me flush against him. We stared into each other’s eyes for a heated second before our mouths crashed together. The kiss was hungry, desperate, all tongue and teeth and raw need. He kissed like he fought dominant, skilled, consuming. His tongue explored my mouth perfectly, stroking in a way that made my toes curl. I moaned into him, fingers tangling in his blonde hair as his hands boldly gripped my ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

“Fuck…” he groaned against my lips.

Clothes came off in a frenzy. He yanked his t-shirt over his head, revealing a sculpted, battle-hardened body defined abs, broad chest, and a striking tattoo curling along his ribs. Old scars marked his skin like badges of honor. I ran my hands over every inch, feeling the heat and strength. He peeled my top off, then my bra, his mouth trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, until he reached my breasts.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling expertly, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch and cry out. “Evan…shit…”

My hands fisted tighter in his hair as he lavished attention on my sensitive peaks, switching sides, sucking harder. I was soaked already, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans.

He flipped us suddenly, pinning me beneath him. With a predatory grin, he dragged my pants and panties down my legs, then shocked me by pulling the lace down the rest of the way with his teeth. His mouth was on me instantly hot, wet, relentless. His tongue licked long stripes up my dripping folds, circling my clit with devastating precision before sucking it between his lips. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling against that perfect spot while he devoured me.

Pleasure built like a tidal wave. I was writhing, moaning his name like a prayer, hips bucking against his face. I was so close right on the edge when he pulled back.

I whimpered in protest. “What the hell?”

He smirked, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t be so needy, baby. I’m gonna fuck you properly.”

He shoved his jeans and Calvin Klein boxers down in one motion. His cock sprang free thick, long, veined, and rock-hard. At the base, just above it, was a bold tattoo: “Ride or Die.” I stared, half laughing, half throbbing with need.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Ride or die?”

I smiled wickedly. “I fucking love rides.”

He lay back, and I climbed on top, positioning myself over that massive cock. I sank down slowly, inch by inch, feeling myself stretch around him. The fullness was incredible almost too much, yet perfect. We both groaned loudly as I bottomed out, my walls clenching tight around him.

“Fuck, yeah… just like that,” he growled, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

I started moving, rolling my hips, riding him with increasing speed. His cock hit every sensitive spot inside me, dragging against my walls with delicious friction. His hands roamed squeezing my ass, slapping it lightly, pinching my nipples as I bounced. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with our shameless moans. I could feel him throbbing inside me, raw and deep. Thank god I’m taking the pill.

He thrust up to meet me, fucking me from below with powerful strokes that left me gasping. Sweat slicked our bodies. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, riding him harder, faster. My clit rubbed against his pelvis with every grind, pushing me closer and closer.

“Evan… I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, voice strained.

The orgasm crashed over me like lightning intense, shattering. My pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him as I cried out. He followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding me with hot spurts, groaning my name like a curse and a blessing.

“Holy shit…”

I collapsed onto his chest, both of us breathing hard, bodies trembling. After a long moment, I lifted my head and smiled.

“That was the best ride of my life.”

We spent the rest of the night tangled in each other kissing, touching, fucking again and again in every position. Slow and sensual, then rough and desperate. By morning, I knew this was the start of something wild, dangerous, and utterly addictive. Evan wasn’t just a customer anymore. He was my ride or die.

⟡ ݁₊ .James x fem!reader

ꕤ Genre: Erotic Romance / Public Sex Kink

ꕤ Word Count: 1,3k

ꕤ Warnings: Public sex /semi public risk play in a cinema,Exhibitionism / voyeurism kink,Explicit sexual content,Detailed oral sex,Fingering,Use of pet names like “good girl.”,Mild dominance/submission undertones,Consensual but risky behavior in a public setting,Strong language and adult themes throughout.

ꕤ Song: Into it - Chase Atlantic

James and I had been together for a full year, but somehow we had never gone to the cinema together before. It felt like a long overdue milestone. We decided to keep things low key and chose a film that wasn’t particularly popular or hyped up. When we arrived at the theater, the auditorium was almost completely empty just a handful of scattered people here and there. James immediately gravitated toward the very back row, and since he seemed so happy with the spot, I didn’t say anything against it. The back row felt private, almost secretive, and I could tell he liked that.

We settled into our seats as the lights dimmed. First came the long stretch of advertisements and trailers. James turned to me with that boyish excitement in his eyes and whispered, “I’m really curious how this movie is going to be.” I nodded, smiling, and replied, “Me too. I’m just happy to finally be doing this with you.” He had always loved cinemas in a way that I found incredibly charming. While most people these days just streamed everything at home, James treated going to the movies like a proper hobby. He would go alone sometimes, just to soak in the big screen, the sound, the atmosphere. I loved that about him.

We chatted quietly for a while longer until the actual film finally started. At first, it was somewhat engaging the visuals were decent and the story had potential. But after twenty or thirty minutes, I started to feel like I could predict exactly where the plot was heading. The characters’ decisions felt obvious, the twists telegraphed. A quiet wave of disappointment settled over me. I tried to focus, but boredom crept in. Thankfully, we had a big tub of popcorn sitting between us. We reached for it at the same time, our hands brushing together in the dark. For a second, we just looked at each other, fingers lingering. I pulled my hand back quickly, feeling a little shy.

James didn’t pull away. Instead, he gave me a long, intense look, then picked up the popcorn tub and moved it to the empty seat on his other side, clearing the space between us. Before I could ask what he was doing, he gently cupped my face with both hands and leaned in. His lips met mine in a soft, warm kiss that quickly deepened. I kissed him back, my heart already racing. What started as sweet quickly turned hungry. We were practically making out like teenagers, hands roaming over each other’s clothes, breaths mingling.

I pulled back just enough to whisper, “James… we should probably watch the movie.” But he only smiled against my skin and trailed his lips down to my neck, kissing and sucking gently. “The movie is boring,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. I let out a soft, involuntary moan as he said my name in that tone I loved. He moved to my ear, nibbling lightly. “We should make our own film instead.” His tongue traced a slow, wet line down my neck, sending shivers through my whole body. I whispered back, “What do you mean?” His answer was simple and wicked: “Find out.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, and my heart pounded so hard I was sure it would echo through the theater. Fuck, James. He pulled me closer, his hands strong and sure. Then he slid down from his seat, kneeling in front of me in the darkness. I was wearing a short skirt because of the warm weather, which suddenly felt both convenient and dangerously exposing. I glanced around nervously thankfully, we really were the only ones in the very back, and the few other people were seated much farther forward. Still, I whispered urgently, “James, not here…”

“Why not?” he replied softly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I know you can't say no to that anyway.” Before I could protest again, he hooked his fingers under my panties and slowly slid them down my legs. He pushed my skirt up, spread my thighs gently, and leaned in. The first touch of his tongue against me was electric. James had always been incredible with his mouth his technique, the way he truly savored me, the perfect rhythm of licks and sucks. It felt different, more intense here in this forbidden setting. I gripped the armrests tightly, biting my lip to stay quiet as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

A soft moan escaped me anyway. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair. Suddenly, I noticed someone a few rows ahead shift and glance back. I froze, trying to look completely normal, pretending to watch the screen. James paused just long enough to whisper, “Shh… you don’t want anyone to notice, do you?” I shook my head frantically. He chuckled quietly and dove back in, this time adding his fingers curling them just right while his tongue worked my clit with relentless precision. The combination was overwhelming. The risk, the darkness, his skill it all built up fast. My thighs started trembling. I came hard, biting down on my hand to muffle the sounds, my body shuddering in the seat.

James looked up at me with a satisfied grin. “Good girl,” he whispered, voice thick with lust. “Look at how beautifully you came for me.” I was flushed, breathless, and a little embarrassed. “James, you’re crazy,” I hissed, still trying to catch my breath. He casually sat back down beside me as if nothing had happened, wiping his mouth discreetly. The casual way he acted left me both frustrated and incredibly turned on.

I couldn’t let him get away with that. I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, slowly sliding it higher until I was stroking him through his pants. He looked at me, eyebrows raised. “What are you doing?” I gave him a teasing smile. “Do you want to find out?” He nodded, suddenly looking a little shy and eager at the same time. I pulled my hand back for a second, smirking. “Too bad. Maybe you won’t get to find out after all.”

Before I could pull away completely, he grabbed my wrist gently but firmly and placed my hand back on his bulge. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned, voice low and challenging. He was right. I glanced around once more, then unzipped his pants carefully. I slipped my hand inside, freeing his cock. He was already rock hard, thick and pulsing. I leaned down, positioning myself between his legs while he stayed seated. I started slowly licking up the shaft, swirling my tongue around the head, spitting on it to make everything slick and wet. My hand stroked him in rhythm.

James let out a quiet groan. “God…fuck.” He gently placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me as I took him deeper into my mouth. I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue along the underside. His breathing grew ragged. I picked up speed, sucking him eagerly, the thrill of doing this in public making me even wetter. Finally, he tensed, gripping my hair a little tighter. “Shit… you’re such a good girl,” he whispered as he came, pulsing hotly in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, then sat back up, wiping my lips and settling into my seat like nothing had happened.

I looked at him playfully. “You’re such a bad boy for coming in a cinema, of all places.” James just laughed softly, pulling his clothes back together. The rest of the movie dragged on, but neither of us cared much anymore. When the credits finally rolled and the lights came up, James turned to me with a mischievous grin. “That was quite an exciting film, wasn’t it?”

I laughed and nudged him. “You’re insane.” We left the theater hand in hand, still buzzing from the adrenaline and the secret we now shared. It was easily the most memorable first cinema date anyone could ask for.

✮⋆˙Heeseung x fem!reader

[OC Misu]

―୨୧⋆ ˚Genre: Enemies to lovers with secret relationship

―୨୧⋆ ˚Word Count: 3,4K

―୨୧⋆ ˚Summary: Misu and Heeseung are rival gamers who secretly start falling for each other after a Halloween party where they drunkenly kiss and spend the night together. While trying to hide their feelings from Misu’s best friend Rona who believes she likes Heeseung too both Rona & Heeseung end up hanging out at Misu’s apartment. To make the awkward tension less obvious, Misu invites everyone over, but the night quickly turns chaotic when the group starts playing “Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

―୨୧⋆ ˚Warnings: Non-Con / Dub-Con,Power Imbalance,Public / Semi-Public Sex,Fingering, Dirty Talk, Coercion/ Intimidation,Domination,Orgasm Control

―୨୧⋆ ˚Song: Needy - Ariana Grande

𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

Rona and Heeseung were still sitting at the kitchen table like they were in some cold war, both refusing to move, both pretending the other one didn't exist.

I crossed my arms.

Misu:"Are either of you finally going to get up and join everyone, or are you planning to sit here staring each other down all night?"

Neither answered.

Heeseung had somehow gotten his vape in his hand now God knows where he even pulled that from. He leaned back in the chair, taking a slow drag like none of this concerned him.

Rona just looked at me innocently.

I wanted peace for one single hour.

Before I could say more, Doha suddenly clapped his hands from the living room.

Doha:"Game idea!"

Everyone turned.

He grinned far too proudly.

Doha:"Seven Minutes in Heaven."

I blinked.

Misu:"What?"

People immediately reacted with excitement, whistles, shouting, laughing.

I stared around the room in disbelief.

Misu:"What the hell is Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

Doha stepped into the middle of the room like a host on television.

Doha:"It's simple,"

he said dramatically.

Doha:"Two people get chosen usually by spinning a bottle and they spend seven minutes alone together in a dark room or closet."

Jin raised his drink and added,

Jin:"What happens in the closet stays in the closet."

The boys burst out laughing.

I pointed at all of them.

Misu:"No. Absolutely not. What kind of stupid game is that?"

Everyone booed instantly.

I looked around offended.

Misu:"Are you serious? There are barely any girls here and way too many of you weird men!"

More booing.

Someone threw popcorn at me.

Even Heeseung didn't look fully convinced, though he was smirking into his vape like he already knew chaos was coming.

And somehow—

We played anyway.

A bottle was placed in the center of the living room floor.

I immediately hated it.

Especially after what happened in Japan. Bottle games had never brought me peace.

Max volunteered first.

He dramatically knelt down and spun the bottle hard. It twirled across the wooden floor as everyone leaned in.

It slowly stopped.

Pointing at Jiho.

The room erupted.

Jiho stood up proudly and flexed for no reason.

Doha:"Choose the victim,"

Max scanned the room, then pointed.

Max:"Minho."

Minho blinked.

Minho:"Why me?"

Max shrugged.

Max:"Because destiny."

Minho stood up and looked at my hallway.

Minho:"We're both too broad to fit in a closet."

The boys immediately lost it laughing.

Kai shouted,

Kai:"Yeah right, Minho."

I rolled my eyes.

Luckily, my apartment had a storage room with a large empty closet space. So Jiho and Minho disappeared inside while everyone crowded around the door.

The door shut.

We waited.

At first it was quiet.

Then after about five minutes—

THUD.

BANG.

Yelling.

Insults.

Everyone froze.

Another loud crash came from inside.

Heeseung took another drag from his vape and muttered,

Heeseung:"Uh-oh."

Like he was entertained.

I stood up immediately.

Misu:"Guys, we cannot leave them in there."

Doha raised a hand calmly.

Doha:"Two more minutes."

Misu:"What do you mean two more—"

Doha:"Rules are rules."

So we waited.

More shouting.

Something hit the wall.

Then finally the seven minutes ended and we opened the door.

Jiho and Minho stumbled out instantly, grabbing each other by the collars.

Jiho:"You know nothing about power scaling!"

Minho:"Sukuna wipes him!"

Jiho:"Gojo literally dog walks him!"

I stared in disbelief.

Misu:"Are they seriously fighting over Jujutsu Kaisen?"

Apparently yes.

They were genuinely arguing over who was stronger Sukuna or Gojo.

Everyone around us was crying laughing.

I just felt embarrassed.

Heeseung stood up and separated them with one hand each.

Heeseung:"Sit down, idiots. Let's continue."

The room settled again, though Jiho was still muttering "fraudkuna" under his breath.

Now it was Jiho's turn to spin.

He crouched dramatically and spun the bottle with way too much confidence.

It turned.

Slowed.

Slowed more.

Then landed directly on me.

The room exploded.

Misu:"No."

I pointed at the bottle.

Misu:"No. Spin again."

Jiho grinned.

He looked at me.

Then slowly looked at Heeseung.

Then back at me.

That smile on his face looked dangerous.

For one terrifying second, I thought he was about to say Heeseung's name.

Instead, he leaned back casually.

Jiho:"Rona."

The room went wild again.

I turned sharply.

Rona blinked.

Jiho clapped loudly.

Jiho:"Rona and Misu. Closet. Now."

My jaw dropped.

Heeseung's expression darkened instantly.

Rona and I stood up while everyone around us cheered far too loudly for something that was not exciting at all.

I rolled my eyes and followed her down the hallway toward the storage room. She walked beside me calmly, while I felt weirdly nervous for no reason. Maybe because everyone was making it dramatic, maybe because Heeseung had looked irritated the second Jiho said her name.

We stepped inside.

The door closed behind us.

Instant darkness.

I could barely see anything except the faint outline of Rona standing in front of me. The room smelled like cardboard boxes and detergent. It was quiet enough that I could hear both of us breathing.

For the first few seconds, neither of us said anything.

Then I awkwardly scratched the back of my head.

Misu:"So..."

Rona just hummed softly.

Rona:"Mm."

That somehow made it even more awkward.

I sighed internally.

Please let these seven minutes pass quickly.

I shifted my weight and glanced to the side—

And saw something moving.

Something small.

Something crawling.

I froze for half a second before pure panic hit me.

Without thinking, I grabbed onto Rona immediately, clutching her arms.

Misu:"There's something there! Get it away, get it away now!"

She laughed quietly but moved at once.

Rona:"It's fine, relax."

I heard a quick sound, then silence.

Rona:"It's gone now."

I slowly looked up at her.

Even in the darkness I could make out her eyes watching me. My heart was still racing, but now for a completely different reason because I realized I was practically attached to her.

I let go fast.

Misu:"Sorry."

Rona:"It's okay," she said softly.

I cleared my throat.

Misu:"Thanks."

The room went quiet again.

I rubbed my arms awkwardly, then spoke again.

Misu:"And... thank you for the flowers. They were really pretty."

She didn't answer right away.

Misu:"And thank you for always worrying about me," I added.

Misu:"You've always been there for me. You were my first real best friend."

I heard her exhale softly.

Then she stepped closer and gently patted my head, almost like I was a child.

Rona:"You don't need to thank me,"

she said quietly.

Something about her voice made guilt crash into me all over again.

Rona really was a good friend.

She cared about me.

She always showed up for me.

And here I was hiding everything with Heeseung.

I felt sick.

How could I do this to her when she had been so good to me?

I needed to tell her.

Right now.

I opened my mouth.

Misu:"Rona, I need to tell you someth—"

The door flew open.

Bright light hit us instantly.

Heeseung stood there with one hand on the handle.

Heeseung:"Time's up."

Exactly seven minutes.

Of course he had counted every second.

I shut my mouth immediately.

The chance was gone.

I couldn't say it.

I just couldn't.

We walked back into the living room where everyone was already shouting questions.

Jin pointed dramatically.

Jin:"What was that scream earlier?"

I glared at him.

Misu:"There was something crawling in there."

The room burst out laughing.

I pointed at Rona.

Misu:"She got rid of it."

Immediately people started clapping and cheering for her like she had defeated a monster.

Rona sighed.

Rona:"Boys, relax."

Then everyone turned to me.

Doha:"My turn!" Doha shouted.

Jiho:"No, bottle goes to Misu," Jiho corrected.

They shoved the bottle into my hands.

I sat down and spun it.

The bottle turned slowly across the floor.

Round and round.

Then stopped.

Pointing directly at Heeseung.

The room exploded.

I stared at the bottle, then at him.

He looked back at me carefully, almost suspicious of whatever I was about to do.

And suddenly a thought came into my head.

Maybe Heeseung wasn't as in love with me as he thought.

Maybe he liked the thrill.

Maybe if I put him in there with Rona... something would happen.

Maybe they would realize they liked each other.

Maybe then I wouldn't have to feel guilty anymore.

Maybe I could stop hurting my best friend.

Even though the thought made my chest tighten.

Even though I loved him too.

I forced myself to speak.

Misu:"Rona."

Silence.

Then chaos.

Everyone screamed.

Max nearly fell over laughing.

I looked at Rona.

Then at Heeseung.

Both of them were staring at me in complete shock.

Then both said at the same time—

"No."

I blinked.

Misu:"What?"

Jiho immediately stood up like a referee.

Jiho:"Rules are rules."

Before either of them could protest, he grabbed one arm of Heeseung and one of Rona's and dragged them toward the hallway while everyone laughed and shouted.

I stayed frozen on the floor, suddenly unsure if I had just done something smart—

Or something unbelievably stupid.

Then the closet door slammed shut.

And Heeseung's last glare before it closed told me he was absolutely going to kill me later.

It was silent.

Completely silent.

Everyone in the living room sat there listening toward the storage room, waiting for something voices, arguing, laughter, any kind of sound but nothing came from inside.

No talking.

No movement.

Nothing at all.

The silence somehow felt worse than noise.

People kept exchanging glances, trying not to laugh, trying to guess what was happening in there.

After a while, Jiho stretched dramatically on the couch and groaned.

Jiho:"Boringgg."

A few people laughed.

Someone checked the time every thirty seconds like it was a sporting event.

When the seven minutes were finally over, Jiho jumped up and marched to the hallway.

Jiho:"I'll rescue them."

He opened the closet door.

Rona walked out first.

Then Heeseung.

Neither of them looked happy.

Not angry exactly but definitely not happy. Their expressions were unreadable, the kind people make when they are forcing themselves to stay calm.

The room instantly noticed.

The energy dropped.

Even the loudest people went quieter.

Jin, determined to save the vibe, clapped loudly.

Jin:"Alright! Next round!"

Everyone sat back down again.

Heeseung took the bottle from the floor and spun it without saying a word.

It rolled in a clean circle across the wooden floor, slower and slower until it stopped.

Pointing directly at me.

The room exploded.

I looked up at him.

He was already looking at me.

No smile.

No teasing expression.

Just serious.

Heeseung:"With me," he said.

The room got even louder.

Max nearly screamed.

Max:"Is this game just Rona, Misu and Heeseung simulator now?"

Everyone laughed and cheered.

I stayed seated.

Heeseung stood up, walked over, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet before I could argue.

My heart immediately started racing.

He led me down the hallway while everyone behind us shouted jokes and fake kissing noises.

I wanted to disappear.

The moment we stepped inside the closet, he shut the door behind us.

Darkness.

Again.

Only this time it felt completely different.

The air was smaller. Hotter. Tighter.

I crossed my arms.

Misu:"What was that supposed to mean?"

Instead of answering, Heeseung calmly pulled out his vape.

I stared at him in disbelief.

He took a slow drag like he was standing outside a convenience store instead of locked in a closet with me.

Misu:"Hello?" I said sharply.

He only lifted an eyebrow.

I stepped closer.

Misu:"I asked you a question."

He exhaled and finally spoke.

Heeseung:"What was that supposed to mean?"

I blinked.

Misu:"What?"

Heeseung:"You putting me in here with Rona."

His voice was low and controlled, which somehow felt more dangerous than if he had shouted.

I stayed quiet.

He took another drag.

Misu:"Well..."

I looked away.

Misu:"It just happened."

He said nothing.

I hated that he could make silence feel like pressure.

Misu:"I thought..." I started quietly.

Misu:"I thought maybe it wasn't a big deal."

Still nothing.

Misu:"So what if you were in a closet with her for seven minutes?"

He exhaled smoke slowly into the dark.

Heeseung:"It is a big deal it's like seven minutes in hell."

I swallowed.

Then he leaned a little closer.

Heeseung:"I would never leave you in here with another guy."

My breath caught.

Heeseung was jealous.

Actually jealous.

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.

He kept vaping.

I frowned.

Misu:"Can you stop doing that?"

Another drag.

Misu:"Heeseung."

Another one.

I reached forward in annoyance and snatched the vape from his hand.

Misu:"Idiot."

He immediately turned his head toward me.

Heeseung:"Give it back."

Misu:"No."

Heeseung:"You don't want to regret that."

I crossed my arms tighter.

Misu:"Oh really? And what exactly are you going to do?"

There was a pause.

Then he stepped closer.

Heeseung:"Do you really want to find out?"

My confidence vanished instantly.

I took a step backward.

But the closet was far too small.

My back hit the wall almost immediately.

Heeseung kept moving forward until there was barely any space left between us.

Even in the darkness I could feel the heat coming off him.

I held the vape behind my back like that was somehow useful.

Misu:"You're being dramatic," I muttered.

Heeseung:"And you're being annoying."

Misu:"That's rich coming from you."

He reached past me, one hand pressing lightly beside my head against the wall.

Heeseung:"Last chance,"

he said softly.

Heeseung:"Give it back."

I tried to look unbothered.

Misu:"No."

He laughed once under his breath.

Then lowered his voice.

Heeseung:"Fine."

His free hand shot out, grabbing my wrist behind my back. His fingers wrapped tight around it, yanking the vape free from my grip. He tossed it aside I heard it clatter against some boxes.

Misu:"Heeseung—"

Heeseung:"Shut up."

He pressed his body flush against mine, his chest hard against my tits, his hips pinning my lower belly to the wall. I could feel his cock already thickening through his jeans, grinding slow against my thigh.

His hand slid down my side, rough fingers popping the button on my pants. He yanked the zipper down with a sharp tug, then shoved his hand inside, palm pressing flat against my panties.

Misu:"Stop,"

I whispered, even as my thighs clenched together.

Misu:"We can't... someone might hear."

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me.

Heeseung:"That's the point. Let them wonder what the fuck I'm doing to you in here."

His fingers rubbed firm over the damp cotton covering my pussy. I gasped, hips jerking forward on instinct.

Heeseung:"Already soaked,"

he murmured, grinding slow circles over my clit.

Heeseung:"You say stop, but this little cunt is begging for my fingers."

Misu:"Heeseung, please... no."

But my protest came out weak, breathy. He shoved my panties aside with two fingers, exposing my slick folds to his touch. His middle finger traced my slit, gathering my wetness before pushing inside me knuckle deep.

I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan, walls clenching around the intrusion.

Heeseung:"Fuck, so tight,"

he hissed, adding a second finger. He curled them up, stroking that spot inside that made my knees buckle.

Heeseung:"Gonna finger this pussy until you cream all over my hand. You can fight it all you want, but you're gonna cum for me."

He pumped in and out, steady and relentless, thumb grinding my clit in tight circles. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer even as I shook my head.

Misu:"I can't...we shouldn't...oh god."

Heeseung:"Yeah, you can. And you will."

His voice dropped lower, lips brushing my earlobe.

Heeseung:"Imagine them out there, ears pressed to the door, hearing you try not to scream while I fuck you with my fingers. Bet they'd kill to see your face right now eyes rolling back, mouth open like a slut."

The dirty words hit like sparks, my pussy fluttering around his thrusting fingers. He sped up, the wet squelch of my arousal filling the tiny space. My hips bucked against his hand, chasing the pressure building low in my belly.

Heeseung:"That's it,"

he urged, free hand squeezing my tit through my top, pinching the nipple hard.

Heeseung:"Ride my fingers. Show me how bad you need to cum."

Misu:"No...I...fuck,Heeseung!"

My resistance cracked, body betraying me completely. Pleasure coiled tight, thighs trembling as he scissored his fingers inside me, stretching my walls.

Heeseung:"Cum for me,baby. Soak my hand right before they drag us out.Let everyone know I own this pussy."

His thumb pressed harder on my clit, fingers slamming deep one last time. I shattered, orgasm crashing over me in waves. My pussy spasmed, gushing wetness down his hand as I choked on a silent cry, nails digging into his shoulders.

He kept fingering me through it, drawing out every pulse until I sagged against the wall, panting.

Then—

We heard steps in the hallway.

Heeseung pulled his fingers out slow, bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine, smirking as he stepped back, zipping my pants up roughly for me.

I straightened my clothes with shaking hands, face burning, pussy still throbbing.

The closet door suddenly opened.

Bright light flooded in.

Rona stood there.

Rona:"The seven minutes are over."

I blinked rapidly, still trying to process what had just happened. My heart was pounding so hard it felt impossible that no one outside could hear it.

Beside me, Heeseung only smirked.

Like nothing had happened.

Like he hadn't just cornered me in the dark and made me forget how to think for several dangerous seconds.

I wanted to hit him.

Instead, I walked out first.

The second we stepped back into the living room, everyone looked at us.

Every single person.

Some were trying to hide grins, some were openly staring, others looked disappointed that nothing dramatic had happened.

I silently prayed no one had heard anything.

No one said it out loud, at least.

We both casually sat back down like normal people who had definitely not just been in a tiny dark closet together.

Wonbin looked between us suspiciously.

Wonbin:"You two look like you had fun."

My stomach dropped.

Heeseung said nothing.

He only lifted his vape and took a slow drag, looking completely relaxed.

I hated how good he was at acting normal.

Before anyone could question more, Rona clapped her hands lightly.

Rona:"I think we should stop the game now."

She leaned back on the couch.

Rona:"It's getting boring."

Kai immediately nodded.

Kai:"Yeah, true."

Others agreed quickly.

People were getting tired, drinks were half empty, some had already moved on to my PS5 while others were stretched across chairs and the floor.

It was late.

The party energy had faded into lazy chaos.

Heeseung stood up without saying anything.

Heeseung:"I'm using the bathroom."

Then he walked away casually.

I watched him disappear down the hallway and forced myself not to stare.

Now I was sitting on the couch beside Rona while everyone else talked over each other, laughed, drank, or yelled at each other over some game on the TV.

For a moment, neither of us said anything.

Then Rona spoke.

Rona:"Was something happening between you and Heeseung in there?"

I turned so fast it was suspicious.

Misu:"What?"

My voice came out too sharp.

I instantly tried to recover.

Misu:"What do you mean?"

Inside, panic had already started.

Did she hear something?

Did someone hear something?

Did she notice the way I came out flustered?

Rona shrugged casually, but her eyes stayed on me.

Rona:"I don't know. You two were really quiet."

She paused.

Rona:"And when you came out... you both looked weird."

I laughed nervously.

Misu:"Weird?"

She nodded.

Rona:"Yeah. Like something happened."

I looked away and crossed my arms.

Misu:"It was nothing."

Then I rolled my eyes dramatically.

Misu:"He just blew his disgusting vape smoke in my face."

That part, at least, was true.

Rona gave me a look like she wasn't fully convinced.

So I quickly changed the subject.

Misu:"What about you two?"

She blinked.

Rona:"What about us?"

Misu:"In the closet,"

I said, trying to sound casual.

Misu:"Did anything happen?"

She looked ahead at the TV for a second.

Rona:"No."

Too quick.

Too clean.

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

Misu:"Nothing?"

She shook her head.

Rona:"Nothing."

I didn't believe her.

Not completely.

But I also knew I had no room to push.

So I just nodded.

Misu:"Okay."

The room felt strange again.

Like everyone was talking, laughing, moving around—

But underneath it all, there were hidden things everywhere.

Things unsaid.

Things denied.

Things no one wanted to admit.

𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

ꕤ｡˚⋆Jake x fem!reader

°˖➴Genre: Fucking your ex-boyfriend's best friend

°˖➴Word Count: 1,1k

°˖➴Summary: You and your boyfriend have been together for three years, but lately he’s been acting strange. So you went through his phone and saw that he was cheating on you, and you’re completely heartbroken. But then someone comes along who takes your sadness away your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jake.

°˖➴Warnings: infidelity/cheating,smut,rebound/comfort sex,explicit sexual content, emotional Intensity,power dynamics if I forgot smh pls let me know x

°˖➴Song: Right here - Justin Bieber & Drake

𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

I sat on the cold bench at the train station, tears streaming down my face, blurring the lights of the incoming trains. My ex-boyfriend had cheated on me text messages from some slut he'd been fucking behind my back for months. The betrayal hit like a freight train, leaving me hollow and shattered. I hugged my knees, sobbing uncontrollably, not caring who saw.

That's when Jake appeared. My ex's best friend, tall and broad shouldered, with that messy dark hair and piercing brown eyes. He'd always been around, cracking jokes during our hangouts, but now he looked concerned.”Hey, what the hell happened?” he asked, sitting beside me, his voice gentle but firm.

I wiped my eyes, sniffling. “He... he cheated on me. With some girl from work.”Fresh tears spilled out.

Jake's jaw tightened, anger flashing in his eyes. “That asshole. You deserve way better.” He paused, then grinned mischievously. “Remember that time he tried to impress you by cooking and set the kitchen on fire? Burnt spaghetti everywhere. I had to put it out with the fire extinguisher.”

A choked laugh escaped me despite the pain. “Yeah... he was such an idiot.”

“Exactly. And idiots don't deserve tears like yours.” He nudged my shoulder lightly. “Come on, you can't sit here all night. Let me take you to my place. We'll talk it out, or watch something stupid to forget him.”

I hesitated, but his warmth pulled me in. “Okay...”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me to his car. The drive to his apartment was quiet at first, rain pattering on the windshield. Once inside his cozy living room dim lights, plush couch, faint scent of his cologne he handed me a mug of hot tea. “Sit. Spill it all.”

I sank into the cushions, the words tumbling out between sobs: the messages, the lies, how he'd gaslit me. Jake listened, nodding, his hand resting on my knee comfortingly. “He's a fool. Girls like you shouldn't cry over pricks like him. You're too good, too beautiful.”

His words wrapped around my heart. I looked up, our eyes locking. Time slowed. His gaze held mine, intense, hungry beneath the concern. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch electric, lingering.

My breath caught. He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. Our lips met softly at first a tentative brush, testing. Then deeper, his mouth warm and insistent against mine. I melted into it, kissing him back, tongues touching lightly, exploring.

He pulled back just enough to whisper, “I will make you feel better than your ex-boyfriend ever could.”His voice was low, promising.

I needed him. Wanted him. Even though he was his best friend, the taboo only fueled the fire. “Please, Jake...” I murmured against his lips.

We kissed again, slower this time, savoring. His hands cupped my face, then slid down my neck, thumbs tracing my collarbone. My body responded, nipples hardening under my shirt, a ache building between my thighs. His tongue danced with mine, wet and teasing, breaths mingling hotly.

His fingers trailed lower, over my breasts, squeezing gently through the fabric. I moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, eyes dark with lust. “I want to make you forget him completely.”

I nodded, heart pounding. He shifted, his hand moving to my waistband. Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned my jeans, the zipper rasping down. I lifted my hips as he tugged them off, exposing my soaked panties. His gaze devoured my thighs, the damp spot on the cotton.

“Fuck, you're wet already” he growled, hooking his fingers into the panties and sliding them down too. Cool air hit my bare pussy, lips glistening with arousal.

He spread my legs wider, settling between them on the couch. One finger traced my slit, parting the folds, collecting my juices. I gasped, hips bucking. He circled my clit slowly, then dipped inside, one knuckle deep. “So tight” he murmured.

He pumped in and out lazily, adding a second finger, stretching me. His thumb rubbed my swollen nub in firm circles. I gripped the cushions, moaning louder, walls clenching around his digits. Wet sounds filled the room as he finger fucked me deeper, curling to hit that spot inside.

Pulling his fingers out, slick and shiny, he brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean, sucking my taste off each one, eyes locked on mine. “You taste like heaven. Sweeter than he ever deserved.”

The sight sent a fresh gush of wetness from my pussy. He dove back in, fingers plunging faster now, three this time, twisting and thrusting. His free hand pushed up my shirt, bra shoved aside, pinching my hard nipples. I arched, crying out, orgasm building like a wave.

“Come for me” he commanded, mouth crashing back to mine. I shattered, pussy spasming around his fingers, juices squirting onto his hand. He kept pumping through it, drawing out every tremor.

Panting, I reached for him. “Fuck me, Jake. Now.”

He stripped quickly shirt off revealing ripped abs, jeans down freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, veined and throbbing, pre cum beading at the tip. Nine inches at least, girthy. He stroked it once, then positioned at my entrance.

The head nudged my folds, slicking up. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, stretching my walls. I whimpered, feeling every ridge. “God, you're huge” I gasped.

Halfway in, he paused, letting me adjust, then thrust deeper. Fully seated, balls against my ass, he groaned. “Your pussy's gripping me so tight. Better than I dreamed.”

He started moving long, slow strokes, pulling almost out before slamming back. The couch creaked under us. I wrapped legs around his waist, nails digging into his back. His hips rolled, grinding my clit with each plunge.

Faster now, skin slapping skin. Sweat beaded on his chest. He sucked my tits, teeth grazing nipples, tongue lashing. “Take it all” he grunted, pounding harder. My pussy fluttered, second orgasm rising.

He flipped us I straddled him, sinking down on his cock fully. I rode him, bouncing, tits jiggling. His hands gripped my ass, spreading cheeks, thumb teasing my tight hole. “Fuck, yes, ride my dick.”

I ground down, circling hips, his shaft hitting deep. He thrust up, meeting me, balls smacking my skin. Tension coiled tight. “I'm gonna cum” I wailed.

“Cum on my cock.” His fingers found my clit, rubbing furiously.

I exploded, pussy milking him in waves, cream coating his length. He roared, flipping me onto my back again. Three brutal thrusts and he buried deep, cock pulsing, hot cum flooding my insides. Spurt after spurt, filling me up, leaking out around him.

We collapsed, his weight comforting, cock softening inside me. He kissed my forehead. “Better?”

“Infinitely” I whispered, finally free of the pain.

𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

˖᯽ ݁˖Jungwon x fem!reader

⤷ ゛WARNINGS:

smut 18+,dirty talk,dominance,unprotected sex,blowjob let me now if I forgot smh x

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

I sit in the passenger seat of Jungwon's massive car, the tinted windows shielding us from the outside world. He's live on Weverse, propped up against the driver's door with his phone angled just right to capture his face and upper body. Dressed head to toe in black tight long sleeve top hugging his lean muscles, black joggers slung low on his hips he flashes that signature smirk at the camera, reading comments and laughing softly. Thousands of fans are watching, clueless that I'm right here beside him, hidden from view.

My hand slips under the edge of his seat, fingers brushing his thigh. He doesn't flinch, just keeps talking about his day, but I see his jaw tighten. Emboldened, I slide my palm higher, tracing the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his joggers. It's already thickening under my touch. I lean closer, my other hand mimicking a blowjob right in his peripheral vision pursed lips, tongue flicking out, fingers curling like they're wrapped around a shaft, pumping slowly. Up and down, twisting at the tip. His eyes flick to me for a split second, darkening, but he plays it cool, smirking wider at the camera.

"You guys are wild today" he says, voice steady, but his free hand grips the steering wheel harder. I don't stop. My fingers press firmer against his bulge, rubbing the head through the joggers, then I mouth the motion again head bobbing, cheeks hollowing like I'm sucking him deep. A low chuckle escapes him, but it's strained. Comments flood in: Oppa looks extra hot today! That smirk tho. He shifts his hips subtly toward me, cock now fully hard and straining.

I amp it up, unzipping his joggers quietly with one hand while the other strokes the air obscenely fist pumping fast, tongue lolling out to lick imaginary balls. His breath hitches, barely noticeable, but I feel the throb under my palm as I free his thick cock. It's hot and heavy, veins pulsing. He glances down, eyes locking on mine with a warning, but that smirk stays plastered on for the fans. "Alright, that's it for today" he announces suddenly, thumbing the end button. The screen goes dark.

Before I can react, he's on me. Lunging across the console, he pins me back against the seat, one hand snatching both my wrists and slamming them above my head against the headrest. His body weight crushes down, cock still out and rock-hard, smearing precum on my thigh through my skirt. "Jungwon, I was just—"

"Joking?" he growls, face inches from mine, breath hot. His grip tightens, bruising. "You think you can tease me like that in front of everyone and walk away?" His free hand yanks my skirt up, fingers ripping my panties aside. I squirm, thighs clenching, but he's relentless, knee shoving my legs apart.

"I was just playing," I gasp, but heat pools between my legs, pussy already slick.

"Bullshit." He releases my wrists only to grab a fistful of my hair, yanking my head down toward his lap. "Open your mouth. Show me how you'd blow me for real." His cock bobs in front of my face, thick and flushed, precum beading at the slit. The car's spacious interior gives us room seats folded back, plenty of space to maneuver.

I part my lips, tongue darting out to lick the underside from balls to tip. He groans, hips bucking. I wrap my mouth around the head, sucking hard, tongue swirling over the ridge. Salty precum floods my taste buds as I take him deeper, lips stretching wide. My hands brace on his thighs, feeling the muscles flex as I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks. Gagging slightly when he hits the back of my throat, but I push on, slurping noisily, spit dripping down his shaft.

"Fuck, yeah," he grunts, hand guiding my pace, fucking my face now. Thrusts shallow at first, then deeper. I moan around him, vibrations making him curse. My pussy aches, clit throbbing untouched, but I focus on him sucking, licking, swallowing every inch. His cock pulses, swelling, and with a guttural moan, he cums. Hot spurts flood my mouth, thick ropes hitting my tongue. I gulp it down, milking him dry with tight suction until he's spent, twitching in my mouth.

He pulls out, strings of cum and spit connecting us, but his eyes burn with hunger. We're far from done. "On your back" he orders, shoving me flat across the wide seat. My legs spread wide as he climbs over, joggers shoved down just enough. His cock, still semi hard, slicks up against my soaked pussy. One brutal thrust, and he's buried balls deep, stretching me wide.

I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders through the black shirt. He pounds into me relentlessly, hips snapping, cock dragging over every sensitive spot. The car rocks with each slam, windows fogging. "Take it" he snarls, pinching my nipples hard, twisting. My walls clench around him, orgasm building fast as he fucks me raw, skin slapping skin. He doesn't stop, driving deeper, harder, until I'm screaming, cumming around his cock, juices squirting out.

And just like that, he keeps going, owning every inch of me.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

.✦ ݁˖ Heeseung x Reader [OC Misu]

⭑.ᐟSUMMARY:

You and Heeseung are rivals from opposite teams who constantly tease and annoy each other, but hidden feelings slowly grow between you. After Heeseung takes care of you when you were sick, you started getting closer and you saw a softer side of him.

Things get complicated because your best friend Rona says she likes Heeseung, so you are trying to ignore your own feelings out of guilt. At a Halloween party, tension finally explodes and you and Heeseung end up fucking and spending the night together.

After the Halloween party, you couldn’t remember anything, so later that night Heeseung showed up at you apartment in the rain, standing right in front of your door.

.ᐟ.ᐟWARNINGS:

smut 18+,fingering,multiple orgasms,dirty talk,dominance,shower sex,nipple play,unprotected sex let me now if I forgot smh x

You will be playing the character Choi Mi-su (최미수) as an OC, and the story will be told from the first-person perspective.

Heeseung just stood there, completely soaked in front of my door. Rainwater dripped from his hair onto the floor, his clothes clinging to him as he looked at me without saying a word. We only stared at each other, the sound of the rain filling the silence between us. My thoughts were a complete mess, confused and racing, but somehow my heart was louder than all of them.

I wanted to ask him what he was doing here.

Misu:"Heeseung, what are you—"

Heeseung:"I'm making sure that you won't forget it this time"

Before I could answer, he stepped forward and kissed me.

My breath caught instantly. His hands came up to hold my face, warm against my skin despite how cold and wet he was from the rain. In one smooth motion, he pushed the door shut behind him, sealing us inside my apartment.

I should have pushed him away.

I wanted to.

I really did.

But I couldn't.

Instead, I kissed him back.

The second I did, he deepened the kiss like he had been holding himself back for too long, like he couldn't stand another second without touching me. There was something desperate in the way he kissed me, something impatient and intense that made my knees feel weak.

My hands found his soaked shirt without thinking, gripping the fabric as if I needed something to steady myself.

I said his name softly against his lips, barely able to breathe.

Misu:"Heeseung..."

Heeseung:"Shh,"

he whispered back.

Then his lips moved from mine to my neck, slow and warm against my skin, sending a shiver through my entire body. My fingers tightened on his shirt as I stood there, unable to think straight anymore.

I didn't know if any of this was right.

I didn't know if I should stop him.

I didn't know what this meant, what last night meant, or what would happen after this.

But while my mind was full of questions-

My heart was telling me something completely different.

That this felt right.

We couldn't stop kissing.

Every time we pulled away for even a second, one of us moved right back in like breathing without the other suddenly felt impossible. There were no words between us, only the sound of hurried breaths, the rain outside, and the quiet movements of two people who had been denying this for far too long.

Heeseung's hands slid around me before I could think, and suddenly he lifted me with ease.

A small gasp escaped my lips, but it was swallowed instantly when he kissed me again. My arms wrapped around him without hesitation, holding onto his shoulders as he carried me across the kitchen.

Then he set me down on the counter.

The cool surface beneath me contrasted with the heat rushing through my body. He stepped between my knees naturally, like there was nowhere else he was supposed to be, and kissed me again with the same intensity that made everything else disappear.

No talking.

No questions.

No explanations.

None of it mattered right now.

We both knew.

Maybe we had known for longer than either of us wanted to admit.

We wanted each other.

We always had.

Neither of us had said it, but our silence had never meant nothing. It had only meant fear, pride, timing anything but honesty.

As we kept kissing, Heeseung's hands moved to my hips, holding me there gently but firmly. His skin was cold from the rain, his fingers chilled against me, yet somehow every touch still felt warm enough to make my heart race faster.

I shivered slightly.

He noticed immediately.

His forehead rested against mine for a brief second, both of us breathing hard, our lips still close enough to touch.

Misu:"You're cold," I whispered softly.

Heeseung:"So warm me up,"

he murmured back.

The way he said it made my cheeks heat instantly.

Before I could answer, he kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, like he was finally taking his time after wanting this for too long. My fingers moved into his damp hair, pushing it back from his face as drops of rain still clung to him.

He looked unreal like this.

Messy.

Breathless.

Standing between my legs in my kitchen like he belonged there.

I hated how right it felt.

I hated how much I wanted it to keep going.

And most of all, I hated that after everything after all the fighting, the rivalry, the chaos it was still him.

Always him.

⌞ 18+⌝

I broke the kiss just enough to gasp, my hands fisting his wet shirt, yanking it up to feel the hard planes of his abs under my palms. Heeseung growled low in his throat, one hand releasing my hip to trail up my thigh, pushing my pants lower until his fingertips brushed the edge of my panties.

Heeseung:"Misu,"

he breathed, voice rough and edged with need, his forehead pressing to mine again.

Heeseung:"I need to touch you. Let me."

I nodded, words failing me as heat flooded my cheeks and between my legs. His fingers hooked into the fabric of my panties, tugging them aside with a swift motion. Cool air hit my exposed pussy, making me whimper, but then his hand cupped me fully, his palm pressing against my slick folds.

Heeseung's eyes locked on mine, dark and intense, as he slid one finger along my slit, gathering the wetness already pooling there.

Heeseung:"Fuck, you're soaked,"

he murmured, his breath hot against my lips. He circled my clit slowly at first, teasing the sensitive nub until my hips bucked up, seeking more.

Misu:"Please,"

I whispered, my voice trembling. My nails dug into his shoulders, holding on as he pushed that finger inside me, slow and deliberate, stretching my walls just enough to make me moan. He curled it upward, finding that spot that sent sparks shooting through my body.

He pumped in and out, steady at first, his thumb now rubbing firm circles over my clit. The contrast of his cold skin warming against my heat made every thrust feel electric. I rocked against his hand, my pussy clenching around his finger, greedy for more friction.

Heeseung added a second finger without warning, scissoring them inside me, opening me up as he kissed me again, swallowing my cries. His free hand gripped my thigh, holding it wide, exposing me completely to his touch. He fucked me with his fingers harder now, the wet sounds of my arousal filling the kitchen, mixing with our ragged breaths.

Heeseung:"That's it,"

he groaned against my neck, nipping at the skin there as he drove deeper, his palm grinding against my clit with each plunge. My body arched, tension coiling tight in my belly, every nerve alight from the way he worked me relentless, precise, like he'd been imagining this for as long as I had.

I came undone with a sharp cry, my pussy spasming around his fingers, walls fluttering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Heeseung didn't stop, drawing it out, his mouth capturing mine to muffle my gasps until I slumped against him, spent and trembling on the counter.

He pulled his fingers free slowly, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.

Heeseung:"Taste so good,"

he said, voice husky.

Heeseung:"But I'm not done with you yet."

Heeseung's words hung in the air between us, his eyes burning with promise as he scooped me up from the counter like I weighed nothing. My arms looped around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling the mix of rain and his skin. He carried me through the apartment, his steps sure despite the slick clothes clinging to him, kicking open the bedroom door with his foot.

The room was dimly lit by the streetlight filtering through the curtains, casting shadows over the unmade bed. Heeseung lowered me onto the mattress gently, but his body followed mine down, pressing me into the soft sheets. Our mouths met again, hot and urgent, tongues tangling as his hands roamed my sides. I tugged at the hem of his soaked shirt, desperate to feel more of him.

He pulled back just enough to sit up on his knees, straddling my hips. His fingers gripped the edge of his shirt, peeling it up slowly, inch by inch, revealing the taut muscles of his abdomen first. Water droplets trailed down his skin, catching the light as he lifted it over his head and tossed it aside. His chest was broad, defined from all those hours in the gym we both pretended not to notice on each other. I reached up, my palms sliding over his abs, tracing the ridges and valleys, feeling them flex under my touch.

Misu:"God"

I murmured against his lips as he leaned down again, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. My fingers explored lower, dipping into the waistband of his pants, but he chuckled softly, nipping at my bottom lip.

We shifted, rolling so I was half on top, our kisses turning lazy and exploratory. His hands slipped under my shirt, pushing it up to expose my stomach, then higher, brushing the underside of my breasts. I arched into him, my own hands wandering over his back, nails scraping lightly down his spine.

After a few minutes of this heated makeout, I couldn't wait anymore. My fingers fumbled with the button of his pants, popping it open slowly while I kissed along his jaw. The zipper came down next, tooth by tooth, my hand slipping inside to palm the hard bulge straining against his boxers.

Heeseung's breath hitched, and he pulled back to look at me, a smirk curling his lips.

Heeseung:"Eager already, Misu? Didn't think you'd be this greedy after I just had you coming on my fingers."

His voice was low, teasing, but his eyes darkened with lust as I stroked him through the fabric.

I bit my lip, heat flooding my face, but I didn't stop, tugging his pants down his hips.

Misu:"Shut up and let me,"

I shot back, my voice breathy. He laughed, a rough sound that vibrated through his chest, lifting his hips to help me shove the pants lower, kicking them off the bed along with his shoes.

Now he was in just his boxers, his cock thick and outlined against the thin material. But before I could reach for that, he grabbed the hem of my shirt, yanking it up and over my head in one swift motion. My bra came next his fingers deftly unhooking it and tossing it away. Cool air hit my bare skin, my nipples hardening instantly.

Heeseung's gaze raked over me, hungry, before he dipped his head, his mouth closing over one nipple. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the peak, then he sucked hard, drawing a sharp moan from my throat. The wet heat of his mouth sent jolts straight to my core, my pussy clenching with need. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, grazing it with his teeth just enough to make me gasp, then moved to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention suck, lick, nibble until I was writhing beneath him, my hands fisting the sheets.

Misu:"Heeseung,"

I moaned, my voice breaking as he alternated between my breasts, his hands kneading the soft flesh, thumbs circling the wet tips when his mouth wasn't there. Pleasure built fast, my hips grinding up against his thigh he'd wedged between my legs.

He lifted his head finally, lips shiny from me, and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

Heeseung:"You sound so fucking good like that,"

he whispered, his hand trailing down to cup my breast again, pinching the nipple lightly. But he wasn't done undressing. With a groan, he sat back, hooking his thumbs into his boxers and shoving them down. His cock sprang free, hard and veined, the tip already leaking pre cum. It bobbed as he kicked the boxers away, fully naked now, his body all lean muscle and heat.

I stared, my mouth going dry, but he didn't give me long to ogle. Reaching into the pocket of his discarded pants on the floor, he fished out a foil packet a condom. He tore it open with his teeth, rolling it down his length with practiced ease, his eyes locked on mine the whole time.

Heeseung:"Always prepared,"

he said with a wink, stroking himself once to make sure it was on right.

My heart raced as he turned back to me, his hands going to the top of my pants.

Heeseung:"Your turn."

He pulled it down slowly, teasing me. Then he gripped the waistband, pulling them down my legs along with my panties, exposing my pussy to the room. I kicked them off, now as naked as he was, my skin flushing under his intense stare.

Heeseung crawled back over me, settling between my thighs, his cock brushing against my inner thigh.

Heeseung:"Look at you," he murmured, his fingers tracing my folds lightly, still slick from earlier.

Heeseung:"So wet for me again. You want this dick inside you, don't you?"

I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Misu:"Yes, fuck, Heeseung please." My hands roamed his back, urging him on.

He smirked again, that cocky expression that always annoyed me but now just turned me on more.

Heeseung:"Say it. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you." His tip nudged my entrance, sliding through my wetness but not pushing in yet.

Misu:"God, you're such a tease," I breathed, nipping at his shoulder.

Misu:"I want you to fuck me hard."

His eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Heeseung:"That's my girl."

With that, he thrust forward, his cock sinking into me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my walls stretching around his thickness, the condom doing nothing to dull the sensation of him buried deep. He was big, filling me completely, the head pressing against my cervix as he bottomed out.

Heeseung stilled for a second, both of us panting, his forehead against mine.

Heeseung:"Tight as hell,"

he groaned, pulling back slowly, dragging his cock along my inner walls before slamming back in. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, mixing with my moans.

He set a rhythm, deep and steady at first, each thrust making my breasts bounce, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady. I met him halfway, rocking up, my pussy clenching around him every time he pulled out.

Misu:"Faster," I demanded, scratching down his back, leaving red trails.

He obliged, pounding into me harder, the bed creaking under us. His cock hit that spot inside me over and over, sparks igniting with every plunge. Sweat beaded on his skin, mixing with the remnants of rain, dripping onto my chest. I licked my lips, tasting salt, and pulled him down for a messy kiss, our tongues mimicking the way he fucked me wet, relentless.

Heeseung:"Fuck, Misu, you feel incredible,"

he grunted, one hand sliding between us to rub my clit in tight circles. The added pressure made me see stars, my orgasm building fast. His thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping against mine, the base of his cock grinding against my clit when he was fully seated.

I broke the kiss to gasp,

Misu:"Don't stop I'm close."

My nails dug into his ass, pulling him deeper. He angled his hips, hitting even harder, his balls slapping against me with each drive.

Heeseung:"Come on my dick,"

he ordered, voice rough, his free hand pinching my nipple again. That pushed me over, my pussy spasming around him, milking his length as I came with a scream. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, my body shaking, toes curling into the sheets.

Heeseung followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled the condom.

Heeseung:"Shit, yes,"

he moaned, collapsing onto me, his weight a welcome press. We stayed like that, breaths mingling, his softening cock still twitching faintly within me.

After a minute, he pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom in the trash by the bed. Then he rolled to the side, pulling me into his chest, his arm draped over my waist.

Heeseung:"Not done yet,"

he whispered, kissing my temple.

Heeseung:"Round two?"

I laughed softly, tracing patterns on his abs.

Misu:"Give me five minutes, greedy."

We lay there tangled in the sheets for those five minutes, his fingers idly tracing circles on my hip while my breathing evened out. The afterglow hummed through my body, but the stickiness between my thighs and the faint scent of sex in the air made me restless. I shifted, propping myself up on one elbow to look at him. His eyes were half lidded, that satisfied smirk still playing on his lips.

Misu:"I need a quick shower," I said, my voice softer than I intended. Misu:"To... clean up."

Heeseung's hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer for a lazy kiss.

Heeseung":Mind if I join later?" he murmured against my mouth, but I shook my head, slipping out of his grasp.

Misu:"Give me a minute alone first." I grabbed my discarded clothes from the floor, not bothering to put them on, and padded toward the bathroom. The cool tile under my feet grounded me as I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a second.

What the hell was I doing? My mind raced as I turned on the faucet, steam starting to fill the small space. Rona's face flashed in my thoughts her easy laugh, the way her eyes lit up whenever Heeseung's name came up in conversation. She'd confessed to me 1 week ago,trusting me with that secret. And here I was, betraying her without a second thought. I'd just let him finger me to orgasm in the kitchen, then fucked him senseless in my bed. The guilt twisted in my gut, sharp and unwelcome, but it warred with the lingering ache of pleasure between my legs. He was under my skin now, and pushing him away felt impossible.

I stepped under the hot spray, letting the water cascade over my shoulders, washing away the sweat and remnants of our encounters. My hands moved over my body almost absently lathering soap over my breasts, down my stomach, between my thighs where I was still sensitive and swollen. The steam clouded my vision, and I closed my eyes, trying to sort through the mess in my head. Rona deserved better than this. But Heeseung... god, the way he looked at me, touched me. It was like he'd unlocked something I didn't know was there.

Minutes passed, the water pounding rhythmically on my back. Then, the shower curtain rustled, and a rush of cooler air hit my skin. Before I could turn, strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, a hard chest pressing against my back. I gasped, but the familiar scent of him rain-faded now, mixed with the clean sharpness of my soap told me it was Heeseung.

Heeseung":Couldn't wait," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His hands slid up my sides, cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing my nipples until they pebbled under the spray.

I leaned back into him instinctively, my head falling against his shoulder.

Misu:"You scared me."But there was no real protest in my voice, only a breathy edge that betrayed how much I wanted this.

He chuckled low, the vibration rumbling through me. His cock, already half-hard, nudged against the curve of my ass.

Heeseung:"Missed you already." He turned my face toward his with one hand, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. Water streamed between us, making everything slick and heated. Our tongues slid together, slow at first, then more insistent as his free hand dipped lower, fingers parting my folds to tease my clit.

I moaned into his mouth, my body arching. The guilt from earlier flickered, but it drowned under the wave of arousal building again. He broke the kiss, nipping at my jaw.

Heeseung":Round two? Right here, with the water running over us?"

My mind screamed caution Rona, the complications, the fact that we'd already crossed every line twice. But my body betrayed me, hips pushing back against his growing erection.

Misu:"Yes," I breathed, the word slipping out before I could overthink it.

Misu:"Fuck me again."

Heeseung growled in approval, spinning me around to face him. The shower wall was cool against my back as he pinned me there, his mouth crashing down on mine. His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly until my legs wrapped around his waist. Water sluiced over us, plastering his hair to his forehead, running in rivulets down his chest and over the defined lines of his abs.

I reached between us, stroking his cock now fully hard and thick in my palm. He was hot against the cool droplets, veins pulsing under my fingers as I pumped him once, twice.

Misu:"Condom?" I asked, even as I guided the tip to my entrance.

Heeseung:"Pocket of my pants," he said, but then paused, eyes locking on mine. Heeseung:"Or we could—"

Misu:"No," I cut him off, though the risk thrilled me in a way I wouldn't admit.

Misu:"Get it later. Just... now."

He didn't argue, thrusting up into me with a groan. I cried out as he filled me, the stretch even more intense under the pounding water. No barrier this time his bare cock slid deep, skin on skin, the heat of him contrasting the shower's warmth. My walls clenched around him, still sensitive from before, every inch of him dragging against my nerves.

Heeseung:"Fuck, Misu,"

he panted, starting to move. His hips snapped forward, water splashing with each thrust. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging in as he fucked me against the tile hard, relentless, the rhythm dictated by the slipperiness between us.

My breasts pressed against his chest, nipples rubbing with every plunge. His mouth found my neck, sucking marks into the wet skin, teeth grazing my collarbone. I tilted my head back, moaning loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. Misu:"Deeper," I demanded, locking my ankles behind him to pull him in.

He obliged, angling his hips to hit that spot inside me, the one that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His cock pistoned in and out, the base grinding against my clit on every inward stroke. Water made everything glide, but the friction built fast my pussy fluttering around him, arousal mixing with the spray running down my thighs.

One hand braced on the wall beside my head, the other kneaded my ass, fingers spreading me as he drove harder. Heeseung:"You love this, don't you?" he rasped, breath hot against my ear.

Heeseung:"Coming apart on my dick again."

Misu:"Yes god, yes,"

I whimpered, my climax coiling tight. His thrusts grew erratic, the wet slap of our bodies louder than the shower. I felt him swell inside me, the telltale throb that meant he was close too.

Heeseung:"Come with me,"

he urged, slipping a hand between us to circle my clit. The pressure shattered me my orgasm hit like a wave, pussy spasming around his length, milking him as I screamed his name. He followed with a guttural moan, burying himself deep and pulsing, hot cum flooding me in thick spurts.

We shuddered together under the water, his forehead against mine, breaths mingling in the steam. He held me there until my legs stopped trembling, then lowered me gently, his cock slipping out with a gush of our combined release that the shower quickly washed away.

I stared at him, chest heaving, as reality seeped back in. Three times. I'd come three times because of him tonight in the kitchen on his fingers, in the bed on his cock, and now here, raw and unprotected. The thought made my knees weak all over again, a mix of awe and that nagging guilt.

Heeseung turned off the water, grabbing towels from the rack. He dried me first, his touches gentle now patting my arms, my back, lingering on my breasts and between my legs with a soft kiss to my temple. I took the other towel, returning the favor, running it over his broad shoulders, down his chest, kneeling briefly to dry his thighs and cock, which twitched under my gaze.

We kissed then, slow and sweet, the urgency faded into something tender. His lips brushed mine, then my cheeks, my eyelids.

Heeseung:"You're incredible," he whispered.

I smiled faintly, stepping out to grab my pajamas from the hook a soft tank top and shorts that hung loose on my frame. For him, I rummaged in my drawer for an old oversized set that might fit baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt that would swallow his build but beat being naked.

Misu:"Here, these should work. They're from an old friend too big for me."

He pulled them on, the pants sitting low on his hips, the shirt stretching across his chest. It looked ridiculous and endearing, making him seem almost vulnerable. I slipped into my own pajamas, the fabric cool against my flushed skin.

He pulled me close again, arms wrapping around me as we stood there in the steamy bathroom. Another kiss, deeper this time, his hands sliding under my top to caress my bare back.

Heeseung:"What now?" he asked softly, eyes searching mine.

I didn't have an answer, not with Rona's shadow still lurking in my mind. But for tonight, I pushed it aside, leaning into him.

Misu: "Stay," I said simply.

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