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oral (f. rec), fingering, pussy slapping (ikr), switch!reader, switch!sunoo, protected sex (that’s a first), riding, squirting, praise play, dirty talk, somnophilia, nipple play, handjob, orgasm control, overstimulation. lmk if i forget any

If you asked anyone else in this hallway why they were emptying their bank accounts for the Enhyphi raffle, they’d definitely name a specific fraternity boy and for three years, you had walked right past the huge glossy advertisements without a single second thought.

The annual charity draw was practically a campus holiday by now, a week long massive spectacle where thousands of students aggressively vied for the ultimate prize, which was a fully customizable, all expenses paid date with one of the fraternity’s elites. To you, it had always looked like a superficial circus and since the rotating charities never personally resonated with you, your cash stayed firmly in your wallet.

But this year’s flyer had a different footnote.

All proceeds go to the local Leukemia Research Clinic.

The words hit like an actual tap on your shoulder. Suddenly, the post lecture chatter of the corridor faded into the background, and the memory of a sterile hospital room from two years ago along with the fading smile of your aunt and the helpless anger of watching a disease steal someone away piece by piece.

It felt entirely bizarre to connect that lingering grief with the most coveted bachelors on campus. Yet, your hand was already unzipping your tote and your fingers were finding the edge of your wallet. Sure, a raffle ticket wouldn't bring your aunt back but for the first time in your college career, you felt like the money was actually going somewhere that mattered.

The walk from your building to the center of campus usually took five minutes but today the concrete pathways felt tight, completely choked by an unusual influx of students all moving in a single direction. You tucked your strap higher on your shoulder as you followed the crowd and the closer you got to the quad, the more the ambient buzz of campus life sharpened into something loud and bass heavy.

When you finally rounded the edge of the library, the brick path finally opened up and the sheer scale of the event hit you.

You stopped at the perimeter of the grass and let your eyes scan the transformation. The university lawn was now barely visible beneath a sprawling maze of interconnected white and blue canopy tents, thick black power cables snaked through the grass and a sea of moving bodies. Enhyphi hadn't just thrown a fundraiser—they had literally built a temporary carnival.

You slowly stepped onto the lawn, slowly navigating around a group of freshman girls who were frantically checking their makeup in their phone cameras. Looking to your left, you watched the crowd cluster around the wooden frame of a kissing booth. A guy in front of you paid his five dollars, stepped up on his toes and blushed furiously as one of the handsome frat boys leaned over the counter to plant a quick and overly exaggerated smack on his cheek, which prompted a loud cheer from the line behind him.

The smoky scent of charred meat grew thicker when you walked deeper into the crowd, making you glance towards the smoke plumes rising from a massive grill. Two frat boys, who were completely shirtless despite the slight afternoon breeze, clad in nothing but denim shorts and grease stained aprons, were putting on a full performance for a crowd. One was dramatically flipping hotdogs into the air and catching them on a spatula while the other barked out prices like an old school carnival worker, his defined chest was covered in a faint layer of ash.

You kept moving, using your eyes to search through the banners until you spotted the rather large sign reading RAFFLE TICKETS HERE — $10 A PIECE.

Your chest tightened slightly as you took in the view, the line was a long, looping serpent of people, starting right under the main tent, coiling past the grill stand, wrapping completely around the concrete fountain and stretching back toward the steps on the opposite side. You actually stopped in your tracks and let your hand drop from your bag zipper. The volume of the crowd was ridiculous and the thought of standing in the sun, surrounded by loud music and screaming students made your bedroom suddenly feel like a distant paradise.

You took a half step backward. This is ridiculous, you thought to yourself. I should just go to my room.

But as you stood there, fully ready to retreat, you kept your eyes on the front of the tent. A frat boy with a megaphone was efficiently handing out blue paper slips and making the process quicker. The line shifted and a solid block of ten people moved forward seamlessly, the queue compressing by several feet in a matter of seconds. They were running the booth with military efficiency, safe for the chatty girls that took their time flirt a little before stepping out of the line.

You looked back down at your purse in your tote and thought of the footnote on the poster, so you took a breath. You stepped onto the worn grass, walking to the very end of the line and taking your place behind a girl texting furiously on her phone.

It only took forty five minutes of shifting your weight from one foot to the other on the trampled grass to finally bring you to the front of the queue. The constant thud of the bass from the speakers and the shout of the megaphone had started to give you a dull headache but the relief of finally being next in line kept you grounded.

The girl in front of you, the one who had been glued to her phone the entire time stepped up to the folding table and tossed her long hair over her shoulder.

"Hi! I'd like a hundred tickets, please," she said with performative sweetness as she leaned closer with her palms on the table.

You blinked and leaned slightly to the side to see if you had misheard her but she was already sliding a crisp black credit card into the frat boys hand, with her eyes locked onto him.

He was incredibly handsome, wearing a backward baseball cap and a tight fitted tee with a name tag that said Jake pinned to his chest pocket. He looked up with a perfectly practiced frat boy smile spreading across his face as he took her card. "A hundred? Wow. Someone's trying to guarantee a win today."

"Well, hopefully," the girl giggled and fluttered her eyelashes. "I'm really hoping I win you, Jakey. I already planned our whole date."

Jake didn't miss a beat. He chuckled in an indulgent way that clearly showed he was used to this kind of attention every single day. He leaned in a little closer to her as his eyes gleamed with a playful but highly effective charm. "Is that so? Well, the odds are pretty competitive this year. Tell you what...maybe you should buy another fifty just to make absolutely sure. Give yourself that extra edge."

You watched in stunned silence as the girl didn't even hesitate. "You know what? You're totally right! Make it one hundred and fifty," she said, nodding eagerly as if he had just given her real financial advice.

You couldn’t stop your mouth from actually falling open. Your jaw was practically dropping to the grass as you did the mental math, one single raffle ticket was ten dollars. Ten dollars. That meant she had just casually dropped fifteen hundred dollars on a piece of plastic and a tiny slip of paper, all for a chance to go to dinner with a guy in a baseball cap.

One thousand five hundred dollars, you thought, staring at the back of her head in utter disbelief. That was insane work, a level of wealth and obsession that completely threw your brain offline and reminded you exactly what kind of madness this fraternity generated on campus.

"There you go, sweet thing," Jake said, with a smooth voice as he slid a clipboard and a pen across the table toward the girl. "Just write down your dorm, room number and your phone number right there. You know, so we can find you when your name gets drawn."

While she eagerly grabbed the pen, your eyes shifted to the guy standing directly to Jake’s left. He was leaning his hip slightly against the edge of the table with his arms crossed over a crisp white and blue jersey. The energy radiating off him was nothing short of pure amusement, he was watching the girl sign her money away with a look that said he knew exactly what kind of power the Enhyphi boys wielded in this school. It was written all over his face, like this effortless and teasing satisfaction that they could just flash a handsome smile and convince a student to drop a small fortune for a mere chance at their attention.

Finally, the girl scooped up her massive stack of blue slips, gave Jake one last lingering wave and stepped away.

Your chest tightened a bit as you took a half step forward, suddenly under the bright canopy of the tent.

"Hey there, gorgeous. Welcome to—" Jake started, letting his customer service smile snap back into place as he reached for a fresh roll of tickets.

But he didn't get to finish, the guy to his left suddenly moved and cut Jake off entirely. Standing closer to the table now, the bright afternoon light caught the sharp and impossibly symmetrical lines of his face and you instantly recognized him—It was Kim Sunoo and the small, silver rimmed name tag pinned to his jersey confirmed it, though his striking cat like eyes and flawless complexion were already a staple of campus gossip.

Without breaking eye contact with you, Sunoo smoothly extended an arm and subtly shoved Jake backward by the shoulder. It wasn't aggressive though, it was just a dominant but seamless reclamation of the counter space that sent Jake stumbling back a step with a startled mutter.

Sunoo rested his hands on the table and shifted in just a fraction. The teasing smirk he had been wearing a second ago quickly melted away and now he had a remarkably warm gentle smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

"Hi," Sunoo murmured, his voice was surprisingly deep and grounding amidst the blaring music of the quad. "How many tickets can I get for you today?"

A sudden wave of shyness washed over you, making your fingers feel a little stiff as you reached into your purse to pull out a single ten dollar bill. Holding it out to him, you immediately felt incredibly small and acutely aware of the fact that the girl before you had just dropped a literal rent payment while you were standing here with the bare minimum.

"Just...one, please," you said softly, offering him a polite smile and hoping that would make him decide not to make fun of you. But you braced yourself for what you considered the inevitable anyway, you fully expected Sunoo to glance over his shoulder at Jake, share a silent joke and laugh at your expense, so you were practically bracing your shoulders to take the hit of their collective judgment, completely aware of how your wrinkled ten dollar bill would be a drop in the ocean of how much they made today alone.

But to your surprise, the mockery never came.

Instead, Sunoo’s neat fingers brushed against yours as he took the bill with his touch entirely too gentle. He slid a single blue paper ticket into your hand and never once let his feline eyes waver from your face.

"Man," Sunoo murmured, his gaze locked entirely on your face while he addressed his fraternity brother. "I think the universe is really looking out for us this year. All the prettiest girls on campus are buying tickets."

The unapologetic weight of his stare made it perfectly clear who he was talking about, he wasn't looking at the crowd or at Jake. He was looking at you.

And that made a sudden wave of flustered energy rush through your whole body. Your brain completely short circuited under the intensity of his undivided attention and when you opened your mouth to give a standard response, the words caught in your throat.

"I—uh—t-thank you," you stammered, the words tumbling out in a disjointed stutter.

Jake raised a sharp eyebrow from behind Sunoo and knowing smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he watched your composure completely unravel.

Sunoo on the other hand, just let out an incredibly sweet chuckle that made his eyes crinkle at the corners again as he tapped the clipboard resting on the table. "Just write down your information right here, beautiful. Don't forget your dorm number."

Your fingers felt entirely too clumsy as you snatched up the pen, your handwriting coming out slightly shakier than usual while you quickly scribbled down your name, phone number and room details. The second the pen left the paper, you clutched your single blue slip tightly in your palm and offered both boy a breathless nod, before practically sprinting away into the safety of the campus crowd to escape the heavy warmth of Sunoo's gaze tracking your every step.

And as you walked away, all you could think about was how you’d never felt anything like that in your life. Even your high school crushes and exes hadn’t made you feel the way Sunoo had just made you feel in that moment.

A week and some days passed rapidly and the energy of the fundraiser quickly fell into the background of your memory. Your routine swallowed you whole again, ever unchanged and steady. You attended your lectures, ate your meals at the campus diner or your room and spent hours buried in your textbooks. The only real highlight of the last couple of days had been a video call with your cousin and you described the absolute circus of the frat festival, specifically the girl dropping fifteen hundred dollars on raffle tickets, she had let out a dramatic groan through the screen.

"Nothing like that ever happens here," she had whined and face planted into her pillow. "I wish I went to your school. My campus is a literal graveyard of joy."

You had laughed loudly and shook your head at her. "Ilham, you go to an ivy league, shut up. You're literally going to be a millionaire and I’m going to live off you."

She had just rolled her eyes, completely unimpressed by her own prestige, before your conversation drifted into lighter gossip.

Now, it was finally Friday night—your favorite night of the week and the bliss of a completely clear schedule was yours to enjoy. All your assignments were submitted, your technical labs were done and you were a full week ahead in all your classes. There was zero academic pressure weighing on your shoulders. You were freshly showered with your skin warm and smelling of your favorite body wash, dressed in a new pajama set. You’d gone all out to make this a cozy night in by also splurging on some new quality sheets. A heavy bag of takeout had just been delivered to your door and the mouth watering scent of your favorite cheat meal was already filling the small space of your dorm room.

You crawled onto your bed, propping your pillows up against the wall and opened your laptop to load up Off Campus, fully prepared to lose yourself in the scenes of the new show because Garrett Graham and Hannah Wells had completely stolen your heart over the last few days. You were entirely ready to unwind, isolate yourself from the rest of the university and do absolutely nothing for the next forty eight hours.

But the exact second you picked up your chopsticks and you were just about to take your first bite, a clear knock echoed against the wood of your dorm door, catching you completely off guard. You froze with your chopstick full of noodles halfway to your mouth, your brows furrowed as you stared confused at the solid wood of the door.

It was really surprising, mostly because your dorm room wasn't exactly a high traffic social hub. No one really ever came to visit you unannounced, especially not on a Friday night.

Your mind immediately began to spin, racking your brain for anyone who could possibly be standing on the other side of the door. Was it your lab partner? maybe realizing you needed to re do a circuit calculation? Or was it your mom dropping off a surprise care package? No she would’ve called you before she even got on the freeway. Or had your cousin somehow broken out of her college an hour to show up at your door as a surprise? No cause Ilham was bad at keeping surprises a secret. None of the answers made an ounce of sense, so you figured it was probably just your RA doing a routine floor check or a fellow student from your floor looking to borrow a cup of ice or some laundry detergent.

You set your chopsticks down on the edge of the takeout container and exhaled a puzzled sigh as you slid off the bed. You unlocked the door with a quiet click and pulled it open, the greeting already dying in your throat before it could even cross your lips because standing in the dim lighting of your dorm hallway was Kim Sunoo.

He was looking devastatingly handsome, his appearance just as sharp and perfectly put together just as it had been on the quad days ago. He was leaning slightly against the doorframe with a gentle expression on his face, completely contradicting the chaotic fraternity world he belonged. Your brain pulled a complete blank with the absurdity of the visual failing to register in any way. Of all the people you had guessed during those few seconds of walking to the door, the literal campus sweetheart was nowhere near the list.

You blinked and darted your eyes past his shoulder to the door on your left, then to the one on your right, fully expecting to see a frantic student waving him down, telling him he was at the wrong door. There was no way he was actually standing outside your room.

Looking back at him, you cleared your throat. "Are you...lost?"

Sunoo let out a thoroughly amused chuckle, his shoulders shifting slightly as he shook his head. "No, I'm pretty sure I have the right room. I'm here to take you on your date."

"What date?" you asked, feeling your brain completely stall.

"The raffle?" Sunoo prompted, tilting his head with a small smile. "From last week? You bought a ticket."

Your eyes widened as the realization hit you like a physical slap. It all came rushing back in a tidal wave and your jaw nearly dropped for the second time that week. You had actually won?

"Wait," you stammered, gripping the edge of the door a little tighter. "If I won, why didn't anyone text or call me first? You can't just show up at someone's dorm."

"I did," Sunoo said, pulling his phone from his pocket and tapping the screen before turning it toward you. A thread of unanswered green text messages and a missed call to your number stared back at you. "You never responded. Honestly, I was starting to get a little worried, so I decided to just come and check up on you myself."

A heavy wave of panic set in, leading you to take a deliberate step back into your room, trying to retreat into the safe sanctuary of it while keeping the door between you.

"Look, Sunoo, there’s been a mistake," you said quickly, raising your hands up in a defensive gesture. "I didn't actually intend on winning. I only bought that ticket because of the charity, literally just to donate. You should just take this opportunity to go out with a girl who actually wants to go or someone you really like. Basically...I'm just not interested."

Sunoo’s smile completely dropped and his lower lip pushing out into an exaggerated pout that looked entirely too endearing on his pretty face. The clear divide between his usual polished persona and this sudden, puppyish disappointment was deeply unfair and it almost disarmed you right then and there.

"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked softly, his dark eyes dropping to look down at you through his bottom lashes. He leaned a little closer against the doorframe as a teasing spark returned to his face. "I swear there’s nothing intimidating about me."

"No!" you shot back quickly, feeling flustered at the accusation. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your footing. "No, I'm not intimidated. I'm sure you're very sweet, Sunoo, really. It’s just...I don’t date. At all. So it’s really nothing personal."

The pout returned again, looking even more genuinely upset this time, as if the rejection actually stung him but the heavy cloud faded as quickly as it came and a clever glint took its place.

"You don't date at all?" he repeated and you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly persuasive his voice was. "Here’s the thing, I already paid for the reservation and the money already went to the clinic anyway. You’re just going to sit in here and eat by yourself on a Friday night? Why not think of it as a free and incredibly high quality meal with zero strings attached. If I’m completely boring, you can walk out after the appetizer. Deal?"

He offered you that warm, genuine smile again—the same one that had disarmed you at the raffle booth. There was no arrogance in his pitch, just an incredibly sweet charm that made your flat rejection feel entirely unnecessary.

"What do you mean you already paid for a reservation? I thought the dates were fully customizable. What if I want to go to an arcade or something?"

That seemed to catch him off guard as his eyes widened and he scratched the back of his neck. "Okay, maybe I got a little too eager when your ticket number got pulled from my pool."

"You got eager?" You titled your head at him, not fully understanding his words.

"Okay, let's reset," he murmured, sneakily avoiding your question, his voice dropped into a gentle cadence. "Forget the reservation. What’s your absolute favorite thing to do? Or your favorite place to eat around campus? We can just do that. No pressure or awkward small talk. Just two people hanging out, so it’s not really like a date date at all."

You looked back at your laptop screen, then back at his expectant face and found your defenses crumbling. Somehow, without even really trying hard, he seemed to be talking you right out of your own room.

The rigid walls you had built up over the last three years began to feel incredibly fragile under his steady stare. You looked down at your socks and a sudden thought popped into your head. There was this one legendary but incredibly elusive pop up taco place just off campus, they only opened on Friday nights and the line was notoriously brutal, always stretching from sunrise to sunset and making it nearly impossible for a busy student like you to catch them.

"Well..." you started hesitantly as you looked back up at him. "There's this pop up taco place down on the corner of this busy street two blocks outside campus. It's only there on Fridays but the queue is always insane. I've been wanting to—"

Before you could even finish describing the tiny pop up truck and the chaotic crowds, Sunoo’s entire face lit up.

"Wait, are you talking about the pop up on third street?" He interrupted with his eyes wide and glittering. "The one with the handmade corn tortillas and the lime marinated flank steak?"

You instantly lit up as well, your initial shyness completely forgotten as your eyes matched his excitement. "Yes! Exactly that one! Oh my god, I love their tacos so much but I’ve only ever managed to actually wait out the line and eat them once since I started school here."

"Well, you are in luck," he said, reaching for his phone again with an effortless flourish. "The family that runs that truck? Their oldest son is literally one of my closest friends from high school. I have his mom's number." He unlocked his screen, opening his contacts as he looked back at you with such a persuasive warmth. "Give me two minutes to make a quick phone call and I can guarantee we skip that entire line and get a fresh batch handed straight to us. What do you say?"

The sheer temptation of those tacos, combined with the utterly charming way he had just destroyed your entire defense, left you completely putty in his hands. You looked down at your pajamas and let out defeated laugh. He had really done it, he’d smoothly and flawlessly convinced you to go on this hot date date with him

"Give me fifteen minutes," you said, another laugh escaping you as you gestured down at your clothes. "Let me change out of these."

Sunoo’s smile widened, obviously satisfied with his victory. He stepped back from the threshold, giving you a little more breathing room, even though his eyes still held that magnetic pull. "Take your time, beautiful. I’ll be waiting in my car right out front, it's a black sedan parked by the main curb."

With a final smile, he turned and strolled down the hall, casually tucking his hands back into his pockets.

You closed the door, listening to the click of the lock echo in the suddenly quiet room, your heart was thumping a little faster than usual in your chest.

How did I let a fraternity boy talk me out of my Friday night takeout plans in less than five minutes? You shook your head but a helpless smile tugged at your lips as you walked over to your closet.

Sliding the wardrobe doors open, you stared at your hangers, suddenly hit with the classic dilemma—what do you wear to a non date that is secretly totally want to be a date?

It was just a casual taco pop up, so turning up in a dress or anything overly formal would look like you were trying way too hard. But you also couldn't go out with Kim Sunoo, who looked like he stepped out of a clothing ad even in a casual jersey wearing your oversized hoodie.

You combed through your options, cringing as your fingers brushed past your heavy workshop overalls. You wanted something that felt effortless but still pulled together and in the end you settled for your favorite pair denim shorts and a cropped knit sweater.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and convinced yourself it was cute enough, like you looked liked you just threw it on while secretly hoping you actually looked good enough to stand next to him.

It was the perfect balance of cute and comfortable enough for eating tacos on a Friday night. You quickly patted your cheeks and let out a grounding breath to calm the nervous flutter in your stomach.

It's just a casual hang out, you reminded yourself, pointing a finger at your reflection. Just a free meal with a really hot guy who’s not even into girls. No big deal.

With your phone and keys tucked safely into your shoulder bag, you locked up your room and headed down the stairwell. The cool evening air hit your face the second you stepped out of the building's main entrance and your eyes instantly searched the curb.

As he said, a polished black sedan was parked right under the street light and he was leaning back against the driver's side door, with the bright blue light of his phone screen illuminating the soft lines of his handsome face as his thumbs flew across the keyboard.

It was almost like he possessed some kind of sixth sense because before your sneakers even cleared the bottom step of the concrete entryway, his head snapped up and second his eyes found you, a wide smile broke across his face. He slid his phone into his back pocket, allowing his focus to take you in from head to toe with an appreciative twinkle that made you feel shy all over again.

"Look at you," Sunoo said softly as he stepped away from the car. "I really like that sweater on you."

Before you could stumble over a response or let out another nervous stutter, he was already rounding the hood of the car with a confident stride, he reached out to grasp the handle of the passenger door and pulled it wide open for you. He bowed his head slightly, carrying a gentlemanly smirk on his lips as he gestured for you to step inside.

The interior of his car smelled faintly of expensive cologne and clean leather. As soon as Sunoo slipped into the driver's seat and started the engine, the smooth hum of the car filled the space. He shifted into drive and navigated away from your dorm with one hand casually resting on the bottom of the steering wheel.

"Alright, so mission taco is officially a go," he said, casting a quick glance your way. "I called up my friend's mom while you were getting changed and told me to just walk right up to the truck when we get there."

"Wow, look at you with the vip connections," you said, a soft laugh leaving you before you smiled at him. "That's actually amazing, thank you."

"Hey, I take my taco promises very seriously," he teased.

As he drove, he kept the conversation completely effortless and breezy. He asked about your classes and how your semester was going, he wanted to know what you usually did to unwind when you weren't buried in schoolwork. Every time the car came to a halt at a red light, he would turn his head completely to look at you, giving you his undivided attention while you spoke.

Up close like this, you found yourself getting entirely too distracted. There was something undeniably captivating about the way he drove, it was with this relaxed surety exuding from him, the easy going grip of his hand on the wheel that almost made him seem straight. There was a level of magnetic assurance that was deeply attractive to you and you felt a sudden warmth pooling in your stomach, very turned on by how smoothly he carried himself.

Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, he pulled the car into a gravel parking lot and the tires crunched to a stop.

You hadn't been to this spot in months and it had completely transformed. Instead of just the lone taco truck you remembered, the lot had turned into a bustling night market. A variety of different food trucks were parked in a wide circle, each one serving up something different like gourmet sliders to churros. In the center, string lights were draped overhead attached to poles, casting a golden glow over a cluster of wooden tables and chairs. The air was thick with the delicious scent of grilled meats and spices, and the whole space was humming with the lively sounds of laughter and chatter blended with the sizzle of food hitting hot flat tops.

Sunoo killed the engine and hopped out, making sure he opened the door for you before you could even reach for your handle, just like he did the first time.

He casually led the way through the crowd, walking with an innate authority that easily cleared a path for the two of you. As expected, his friend’s family truck had the most brutal line in the entire lot, weaving halfway down the block. But Sunoo didn't even hesitate when he walked you straight past the waiting crowd, heading right up to the order window at the front.

The middle aged woman working the window was in the middle of counting change but the very beat she looked up and spotted his face, her eyes creased with immediate fondness.

"Oh, Sunoo, darling! Look at you!" she exclaimed in a voice brimming with genuine affection. "It is so good to see you, sweet boy!"

"Hi, Auntie," Sunoo smiled at her, propping his elbows against the counter with a respectful tilt of his head. "It's so good to see you too. How has business been tonight? Looks like you're completely crushing it."

"Oh, you know how it is, always busy, always crazy!" she laughed, waving a hand in the air before pointing her thumb toward the back of the truck. "Go on, head right around to the back door. The boys are back there."

"Thank you, Auntie," Sunoo smiled and turned back to you, an all too aware spark in his eyes as he took your wrist and led you around the side of the vehicle.

He pulled open the back door of the food truck, stepping into the heat and steam of the kitchen space, bringing you right along with him. The second you stepped inside, another man working the prep line looked up from the grill. His face split into a massive grin the moment he recognized Sunoo.

"Look who it is! Sunbun! Timed that perfectly, man," he yelled over the hiss of the meat, immediately reaching over to the counter and scooping up a heavy brown paper box. He handed it straight to Sunoo and the cardboard was already venting an absolutely incredible aroma of fresh cilantro and perfectly seasoned meat. "Fresh off the grill. Enjoy, baby."

Sunoo turned to you with a bright grin, lifting the heavy brown paper box in the air like a trophy. "Tada!"

You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh and clap your hands at the ease with which he had bypassed a two hour line. Seeing your reaction, Sunoo immediately placed his free hand over his chest and bent at the waist, performing a dramatic faux bow as if he were a classical performer thanking a stadium crowd.

"Thank you, thank you, you're too kind," he joked as his eyes danced with endearing humor.

He led the way back out into the center of the gravel lot, threading through the lively buzz and the warm glow of the string lights until he found an empty wooden table near the edge. He pulled out a stool for you, gesturing for you to take a seat. "Wait right here for a minute. I'm going to grab us something to drink."

"Sure," you smiled before settling into the chair and watching him walk off into the crowd.

True to his word, he was back within less than five minutes, carrying two large plastic cups filled with a pale yellow liquid. "Here you go. The truck two down has the absolute best lemonade in the city. Trust me on this."

You took a sip from the straw immediately and the refreshing balance of sweet and tart hit your tongue. You let out an appreciative hum, nodding in total agreement with. "Oh wow. You weren't lying, that really is incredible lemonade."

"Told you," he said, looking incredibly pleased with himself as he sat down opposite you.

He was being completely gentlemanly, taking charge of the setup so you wouldn't have to lift a finger. He carefully unlatched the cardboard tabs of the large paper box, folding the lid back to reveal a stunning arrangement of street tacos, stacked closely together and piled high with finely diced onions and vibrant wedges of lime. Sunoo picked up one of the amazing looking tacos, supporting the double corn tortilla expertly and set it right in front of you on a clean napkin.

You clasped your hands together in pure anticipation, your mouth practically watering from the rich aroma wafting up from the table.

You picked it up, squeezed a bit of lime juice over the top and took a generous bite. The flavor was an absolute explosion—the perfectly seasoned meat melted in your mouth, perfectly cut by the sharp onion and fresh herb. You instantly closed your eyes and let out a blissful sigh of pure contentment as you chewed.

When you finally opened your eyes, you looked across the table at him, your expression full of real gratitude. "Sunoo, seriously...thank you so much. This is amazing."

Sunoo let out a soft laugh as he watched you savor the food with such intense appreciation. "You look like you just had a religious experience," he teased gently, his eyes glued to your happy expression for a second longer before he picked up a taco of his own. "Alright, let's see if it lives up to my memory."

It did.

You chewed your taco and nodded along as Sunoo delved into the most ridiculous story about an incident at the frat house involving a lost mascot costume and three gallons of neon green punch. His storytelling was animated and his hands moved to punctuate the jokes, you actually found yourself laughing so hard you had to set your drink down to keep from spilling it.

Slowly, the laughter died down into a comfortable silence. You took a sip of your lemonade, allowing your eyes to drop to the table as a thought that had been lingering in the back of your mind for months resurfaced.

Sunoo seemed to be incredibly perceptive, he tilted his head and set his taco down on his napkin, his sharp eyes tracking the sudden shift in your expression.

"What?" he asked with curious smile dancing on his lips. "You got so quiet all of a sudden. I can practically hear your gears turning from over here."

You hesitated while rolling the plastic straw between your fingers before looking up at him. "Can I ask you something? Safely?"

"Sure," he murmured, resting his forearms on the table, completely intrigued.

"Well..." you started, clearing your throat slightly. "I kind of...always thought you were gay. And honestly, I always wondered why the frat wouldn't just put your name exclusively in the guy's ticket pool. You know, since guys buy tickets too. That way the gay ticket buyers on campus could actually end up with the gay guys from your fraternity."

Sunoo blinked, he appeared to be completely caught off guard for a little over a second before an amused laugh bubbled out of him. He shook his head and shifted slightly back in his chair.

"Ah, campus rumors," he chuckled. "Well first of all, I'm not gay. I'm bisexual. And second of all...my name is in both pools. If a guy's ticket had been drawn, I'd be out here eating tacos with him instead."

Oh.

You felt heat in your chest at the correction. "Oh. Right. But..." You squinted at him, trying to piece together the gossip you'd overheard all over campus in the last year. "I thought you were dating that hot guy, Sunghoon? Isn't that why everyone thought that?"

The second the words left your mouth, Sunoo's entire demeanor shifted into nothing short of unfiltered mischief. The cat like smirk returned to his face full force and his eyes flashed with a sudden, teasing energy.

"Oh?" Sunoo purred, shifting back over the table, his tone lowered. "You think Sunghoon is hot?"

Your heart did a quick flip in your chest. "No! I mean—that's not what I—" You completely fumbled, using your hands to wave wildly in the air as you tried to backtrack. "I didn't mean it like that!"

"Is Sunghoon your type?" Sunoo pressed further, not even trying to hide the delighted grin blooming across his face as he watched your composure disintegrate entirely.

"No, no, no," you repeated quickly, shaking your head so hard your hair flew across your face.

"Why not?" he teased more, resting his chin in his hand, like a cat that had just cornered a mouse. He was clearly enjoying every single second of seeing you so flustered. "You literally just called him a hot guy. Don't take it back now."

"Well, yes! Because Sunghoon is objectively hot!" you defended yourself, your face burning as you tried to logic your way out of the trap. "Like, just biologically. Everyone on campus talks about how good looking he is and honestly, everyone also talks about the two of you together."

Sunoo gave you a satisfied hum and his teasing expression softened just a fraction into something more sincere, though the playful glint in his eyes remained.

"Well, everyone on campus is slightly behind on the news," Sunoo said, taking a slow sip of his lemonade. "Sunghoon and I were dating. Past tense. But that's completely over now." He set his cup down and shifted his eyes back onto yours with an undivided intensity that made the surrounding night life noise fade away. "Like I said...I'm bisexual. Not gay. And right now, I'm entirely single and I'm sitting here with you."

"Okay, fair enough," you mumbled, trying to process the revelation about him and Sunghoon while taking another bite of your taco to give your hands something to do.

Sunoo watched you chew, a soft smile lingering on his lips before he rested his chin on his palm. "So, answer me this. Why did you choose this year to finally buy a raffle ticket? What changed?"

You arched an eyebrow at him. "How do you know I haven't bought one in previous years? Maybe I've been a loyal supporter of your fraternity's fundraising efforts all along."

Sunoo rolled his eyes and let a dramatic huff escape him. "Please. I've worked that booth every single spring since I was a freshman. If you had stepped up to my table before, trust me, I would have noticed you."

The absolute certainty in his voice made a familiar warmth fill your stomach. To hide it, you cleared your throat and decided to just give him the real answer, telling him all about Ilham’s mum—your aunt, how much she struggled and eventually passed away. So this year, the specific charity they were sponsoring actually hit incredibly close to home for you. You explained that you usually avoided the chaos of greek life events on the quad but seeing that specific foundation on the flyer made you want to drop at least a little bit of money to support it.

Sunoo's playful demeanor softened completely as you spoke. He listened intently and nodded in true understanding of your reason, his eyes reflected a gentle empathy that felt worlds away from his usual persona.

"Your aunt would’ve been really proud of you. That's really sweet," he said softly when you finished. "It makes sense why you wanted to chip in." Then, a coy smile made its way to his mouth again and his eyes twinkled with mischief. "But...why didn't last year's charity hit close to home? If I remember correctly, the proceeds went to the local veterinary clinic. And didn't you spend almost your entire sophomore year volunteering there?"

You froze, pausing your cup of lemonade halfway to your lips to stare at him, your brain entirely shutting down and rebooting in such a short amount of time, all because you were trying to figure out how on earth Kim Sunoo, a guy who lived in a perfectly different social stratosphere than you, knew such an obscure detail about your sophomore year schedule.

"Wait," you stammered, setting the cup down with a sharp click. "How do you even know that? I barely told my own friends I was volunteering there."

Sunoo's confident expression suddenly faltered and for the first time all night, his cool, unbothered exterior cracked just a little. He quickly looked away from you and his eyes darted to the string lights overhead. And then he took an oddly intense interest in adjusting the plastic straw in his drink while a faint pink hue began to dust the tips of his ears.

"I mean..." he mumbled, his voice dropping into a slightly defensive tone as he refused to meet your eyes. "I just...I saw you there. A couple of times. It's not a big deal."

Seeing the faint pink tint on his ears, you decided to show him some mercy and not press any further. You let out a knowing hum and let the subject drop, allowing the tension to melt back into the comfortable rhythm you'd been building all night.

"Actually...I have something else to ask you." You said, to which he tilted his head and gave you a welcoming nod.

"Go ahead. I'm an open book."

You held back for a bit then just came out with it. "Why are you even in a frat? I don't know, I guess I've just never thought it really fit your personality."

He shook his head a little, looking down at his food for a moment. "They're not all bad," he said, a slightly defensive but entirely fond note entering his voice as he gestured vaguely with one hand. "They're actually really great guys. I know there are a lot of stereotypes about frat guys and trust me, I do get why people think that way. But for me, it was different."

He hesitated and you watched his expression turn unusually grounded, very different to his normal bright demeanor. "Throughout high school, I didn't really have friends. Not real ones, anyway."

Your eyebrows knit together in genuine surprise before you could stop them. You stared at him, feeling thrown off by the admission. Sunoo was effortlessly charismatic, he was the kind of person who seemed like he would have been at the absolute center of every social circle since childhood. "Wait, really?" you blurted out, unable to hide your surprise. "No way. You seem like you would've been the most popular guy in school."

Sunoo offered a little cynical smile and waved off the compliment with a quiet sigh. "People liked being around me, sure but it wasn't real. It was just a lot of people who wanted to use me for stuff. For status or even favors, whatever. I was always super aware of it."

He cleared his throat then, his expression softened significantly like a warmer memory was taking over. "Until I met Jake and Jay. They were a year above me in school and they were just...the best. They didn't want anything from me cause they genuinely liked having me around. They looked out for me when they didn't have to." Sunoo smiled. "So, I kind of just followed them to the same college when I graduated. They were already sophomores in the frat so I just did what felt natural and joined too. They're my family."

You smiled gently, "That's really sweet," you said to him, looking at him with a newfound appreciation for the loyalty he held for his friends.

From there, the conversation drifted into much lighter waters. Sunoo opened up to you and casually shared the story of coming out as bisexual to his family when he was only fourteen. He told you all about how dramatic he had made the whole ordeal, only for his mom to look up from her cooking and tell him she already knew.

In return, you found yourself sharing things you rarely talked about with people from your school. You told him all about your absolute love for baking, your eyes lighting up as you described your dream of moving out of the dorms next year into a small apartment with a proper kitchen so you could finally start a small baking business.

"You're actually adorable, you know that?" he whispered so softly, you almost didn’t hear him but you did and it made your heart do another violent flip.

Before you even realized how much time had passed, the taco box was completely empty, so were the lemonade cups was and thankfully, the initial awkwardness of the evening had completely evaporated into shared jokes and easy laughter. You casually checked your phone to glance at the time and your eyes widened.

"Oh wow, it's really late," you commented, showing him the screen. "We've been sitting here for hours."

Sunoo glanced at your phone and nodded, a look of faint disappointment crossing his face before he caught himself. "Yeah, you're right. I should probably get you back before the dorm doors do their late night lockdown."

The moment you both stepped back into the quiet interior of his car, you couldn’t help but notice how the atmosphere had definitely shifted. The talkative dynamic you had shared at the table was now replaced by a heavy silence. The drive back to your building felt incredibly tense for absolutely no reason and every time he shifted gears or his hand brushed near the center console, a sharp spike of awareness shot through you. You felt completely squirmy in his passenger seat, only able to shift your weight and stare out the window to hide the fact that your chest was tight and your skin felt entirely too warm.

When he finally pulled up to the curb of your building, he didn't just let you get out. He killed his engine and walked you all the way inside, taking the stairs up in a charged quiet until you were standing right back in front of your room.

You turned around to face him, nervously clutching your bags at your shins. "Well...thank you for tonight, Sunoo. Seriously. I really, really had fun."

Sunoo took a deliberate step closer, the space between you shrinking instantly as the quiet of the hallway wrapped around you. "So," he started, allowing his voice to drop into that magnetic register. "Would you want to do this again?"

You swallowed hard and felt your back nearly pressed against the door. Needing a moment to ground yourself, you reached behind your back, slid your key into the lock, and pushed the door open slightly. But when you turned your head back to answer him, he had closed the remaining distance. He was standing even closer now and the faint scent of his cologne was enveloping your senses.

"Sure," you said shyly, the word barely a breathy whisper.

Sunoo hummed a little amused, a slow smirk playing on his lips as his eyes dropped to your mouth before rising back to yours. "And will you actually reply to my texts this time, angel?"

Your throat felt too dry and your brain was lagging so badly that you couldn't even form real words. All you could manage was a tight nod of your head.

His eyes shifted as satisfaction rippling through his expression. He leaned down even further until his face was only inches from yours and all you heard was a barely audible whisper—"Can I...?" Before his soft lips pressed against yours.

The touch made your heart start to beat so fast, you thought you would have a heart attack. You let eyes flutter shut but after a breathless moment, you gently broke the contact for a mere second to open your eyes and look directly into his hooded ones. The sheer desire reflecting back at you was all it took before you were the one closing the gap and capturing his lips again, this time, the kiss completely shifted.

It became deeper instantly, so urgent and hungry that he let out a growl in his throat as his warm hands came up to securely grip your waist and pull you flush against his chest. You threw your arms around his neck in return and buried your fingers in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck to pull him even closer. His tongue smoothly invaded your mouth, parting your lips with an effortless dominance that made a weak whimper leave you. God—he was a devastatingly good kisser.

Sunoo tore his lips away from yours with a breathless sound, only to immediately bury his face in the crook of your neck, planting hot kisses and sucking down the sensitive skin of your throat, his grip tightening as he anchored your body to his. Your breath hitched completely when you felt his fingers slide smoothly beneath the hem of your sweater, his bare palm making direct contact with the skin of your waist.

A sharp gasp ripped from your lungs at the quick intensity of it. "W-wait," you stammered, your hands shifting to press against his shoulders. "Sunoo, wait—"

The moment the words left your mouth, he stopped and took a step back completely, lifting his hands from your waist in a respectful, immediate retreat, even though his chest was heaving just as violently as yours was.

You leaned against the doorframe for support, feeling your chest get hot and your mind spinning. "We...we should probably stop," you panted, trying to find your bearings.

Sunoo nodded his head in immediate agreement, his own breath coming out in hot shallow pants as he tried to regain his composure. He cleared his throat and tried to form an earnest smile on his pretty face. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I should...I should definitely take you on another proper date before we take things any farther than…than this."

But it was like your body wasn't listening to common sense anymore. You were so intensely turned on, feeling the blood rush so loudly in your ears, that you could barely even process the words coming out of his mouth. The residual heat of his hand under your sweater and the sweet taste of him on your tongue had completely reconstructed your brain.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you shot your hand forward to grip the front of his jacket. With a sudden burst of confidence, you firmly hauled him forward, pulling him right over the threshold and into your room.

Sunoo let out a startled oof as his shoes stumbled over the entryway but the second the heavy door slammed shut behind him and locked with a loud click, any remaining hesitation vanished from both of you. He didn't say a single word, all he could do was simply back you straight into the nearest solid wall, using his hand to grip your jawline as he crashed his lips back onto yours, deeper and way more starved than before.

You toed off your sneakers and the shoes clattered forgotten against the carpet while his fingers were making their way down the front of your sweater. He popped open the buttons one by one and you quickly shrugged the heavy fabric off your shoulders, leaving you in nothing but your thin camisole. Through it all, your lips never left his and the kiss grew deeper, wetter too.

You didn’t even get the chance to gasp and look up at him again, he had hooked his hands securely underneath the jacks of your thighs. He gave a firm tug upward, prompting you to instinctively jump so he could have your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. When he tore his mouth from yours, he went straight for your neck again but this time he didn't stop there. He slid his lips further down, dragging searing kisses across your collarbone and down to your chest, he pressed his mouth right against the exposed curve of your breast above the low neckline of your camisole. A shaky gasp ripped from your throat and you could help the way your fingers tightened in his hair.

The next thing you knew, the room was titling and you were landing softly against the thick comforter of your unmade bed, the impact barely registered because the heat between you both was unyielding.

Sunoo hovered over you for a fraction of a second and his breath came in ragged pants while he quickly stripped off his jacket and tossed it blindly onto the floor. Then he shifted right back down to you, pinning you to the mattress under his weight as he took your lips in another crushing kiss.

As he settled directly between your thighs, he shifted his weight to get closer and that’s when you felt the evident outline of his firming cock pressing through his trousers right between your legs. The slight friction from his movement sent a sweet shiver of heat right to your core, making your hips instinctively twitch up against him as you realized just how far gone he already was for you.

The unexpected fervor of him made your hands frantic, it made you pull your lips away from his with a winded pant, your fingers dropped to his waist to fumble clumsily with the buckle of his belt. He let you try for a brief moment, his chest heaving while he watched your inelegant urgency but as your hands trembled against the leather and iron, a frustrated curse slipped past his lips.

He caught both of your wrists in a firm grip and easily pinned them flat against the mattress over your head with just one hand. The brand new display of dominance made your eyes go wide and your heart hammered against your ribs cause he was hovering over you, completely trapping you beneath his frame.

Using his free hand, he slowly reached down between your bodies. His eyes never left yours and his fingers quickly unbuttoned your jeans and slid the zipper down in one tug. The cool air of the room hit your skin of your belly, making goosebumps spread across your body.

"Lift up," he commanded in a rough mumble.

You arched your back, lifting your hips off the comforter to help him push the denim down your legs, then Sunoo move his weight to the side just enough to let you kick the trousers off, discarding them onto the floor along with his own shoes and jacket.

He slid back between your thighs, resting on his knees to drop his gaze down your body. The thin fabric of your panties was already soaking through, clinging to your skin and showing him the folds of your pussy. Sunoo let out a ragged sigh that was filled with both desire and restraint at the sight.

He looked back up and let his eyes bore into yours. "Talk to me, angel." He whispered, "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Your eyes went wide as orbs in a flash of shock, you were way too shy and way too overwhelmed by the tension of Kim Sunoo commanding you like this to actually force the words out of your mouth.

Instead of speaking, you broke your hands free from his lingering grip and he let go to let you reach down to hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties, you slid them down your legs slowly. With your whole body feeling like it was on fire and your breath stumbling in your chest, you slowly spread your knees wider right in front of him, using your fingers to gently part the folds of your pussy, exposing your aching cunt directly to his weighted eyes.

Something so hungry settled behind his eyes the second you open yourself up to him, the utter vulnerability of your gesture struck him like a sucker punch and without a word, he reached forward, using his hands to grip the hem of your camisole and slide it up and over your head in one fluid motion, just to toss it away. Your bra followed a second later, the clasp quickly giving way under his expert fingers, the air hitting your skin made your nipples harden but the chill didn't last because Sunoo leaned down and his hot breath fanned across your chest before he pressed a soft kiss to the crest of your right breast. He moved to the left and opened his mouth to securely wrap it around your nipple, he sucked it deep into his mouth, using his tongue to swirl aggressively around the sensitive bud before giving it an intentional nip with his teeth.

A broken gasp tore from your throat, your fingers instantly tangled into the locks on his head, trying to push him closer as your hips twitched off the mattress. "Sunoo—ah," you whimpered.

He gave a low grunt against your skin, clearly pleased by your reaction, he slowly began to work his way down your body. He dragged his lips down the center of your stomach, making his tongue trace a hot line over your ribs, when he got to your navel, he placed a kiss next to it, then placed one on the soft skin of your lower abdomen. Every brush of his mouth was mind numbingly slow but it was building an unbearable tension in the quiet room and you were practically twisting beneath him, just eager for him to reach the ache between your thighs.

When he finally eased between your knees and his handsome face hovered mere inches from your wetness. He leaned in to plant gentle kisses along the sensitive crease of your thigh, making you squirm violently cause your anticipation reached a fever pitch.

He mumbled something you couldn’t make out but before you could even process it to ask what he’d said, he dived in.

The first touch of his tongue was a broad stroke straight up the center of your folds, using it to part them and bury his face completely in your heat. You let out a shriek of a cry, feeling your toes curl into the comforter while he zeroed in on your clit, his lips puckering around the swollen nub as he sucked it directly into his mouth. He used a firm drag and used his tongue to flick against the tip with so much precision that it threatened to blow your mind.

You were totally defenseless underneath him now, having no control of your hands as they left his hair to pull at your sheets, your hips also mindlessly chased the absurdly perfect pressure of his lips against you.

Just when the pleasure began to tighten into a knot in your stomach, Sunoo shifted and snaked his tongue downward, he drove his tongue deep into your leaky hole, like he was mimicking the hypnotic thrusts of a cock. He buried his tongue deeper inside you, drinking you in as your wetness poured over his lips and curling his tongue to stretch it against your tight walls.

"Sunoo! Sunoo, please!" You moaned out loud before throwing your palm over your mouth to cover it, scared of your floor mates hearing your cries from him driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck—I love eating pussy." He said, then slowed down to deliver quick kitten licks to your clit, he tilted his face up and when you looked down for a second, all you could see was lust.

"Have you ever been fingered before, angel?" he asked and you felt it vibrate right against you and you could barely think straight, let alone do the math. "I—I'm not a virgin," you tripped over your words carelessly, you felt that shy feeling again as you tried to form another response that would make you sound at least a little experienced and maybe even cool.

Sunoo responded with an amused sound that sent a quiver right through your whole body, then he lifted his hand and used his slender fingers to press right against the tender opening of your throbbing hole, not actually pushing inside yet but just circling it and teasing the tight ring of muscles until you were practically begging for the contact with every shift of your hips.

"Oh yeah?" he purred, continuing to toy with your entrance. "If you're not a virgin, what's your body count then? Hmm? Tell me."

The teasing question combined with the maddeningly slow rub at your pussy was entirely too much to handle, making your hand fly forward to tangle your fingers firmly into the strands of his hair. With a sudden burst of desperate strength, you pushed his face right back down into your cunt, wordlessly demanding the return of his mouth exactly where you wanted it.

Sunoo laughed right against your inner thigh, all too happy with how demanding and overcome you had become under his touch.

"Eager, aren’t we?" He laughed against your skin, the vibration making you twitch.

He didn't make you wait any longer though while his mouth returned to your sensitive nub, taking it again with a firm laps and sucks, he finally stopped the teasing at your hole. Finally, he slid in a lone finger straight inside your tightness.

A mewl escaped your lips as your walls helplessly clenched around him, your hips bucked upward when he buried the finger all the way to his knuckle, stretching you beautifully while his tongue drove you absolutely insane.

Sunoo caught your rhythm instantly, his long finger pumped deep inside your wet heat with a delicious accuracy. He hooked his finger slightly to catch the sensitive ridge inside you, all the while his tongue never relented its rapid flicking against your now swollen clit. The two fold sensation was completely overwhelming, making you shake and cry out his name but he seemed like he wasn't even close to finished.

With an approving grunt against your folds, he pushed a second finger right inside you and launched into a rapid fire pace. He scissored his fingers inside your pussy, bottoming out while his face stayed buried in your heat. With every upward thrust of his fingers, his nose and lips bumped directly against your clit, providing a blunt friction that threatened to push you over the edge of sanity.

"Sunoo—ah! Wait, please, it's too much, I'm gonna—" You moaned out a string of incomprehensible words, your head thrashing wildly against the pillow as your hands finally ripped at your new bedsheets. Your entire body was taut, like a wire stretched to its absolute limit and vibrating with the impending explosion.

Then, right at the peak of your agonizing suspense, this man pulled his fingers completely out of you, making an aching cry slip from your lips at the sudden loss of friction but before you could even open your eyes to complain, his flat palm came down against your soaking wet cunt.

Smack.

The stinging impact carried in the quiet room and sent a deep surge all over your already overstimulated nerves. Before you could even process the sensation, his hand descended twice more in rapid succession.

Smack. Smack.

The quick blend of the sting and the intense bliss completely broke you. A tearful sob of unalloyed ecstasy left you as your lower half convulsed. Your hips locked, bucking high off the mattress into his hand while your walls were clamping down on air.

"No..." Your fingers dug blindly into the now damp comforter as you tried to blink away the tears of overstimulation. He stayed hovered directly over your shaking thighs with a captivated look in his eyes as he looked down at the dripping mess between your legs.

"No?" he echoed your words in a mocking purr. "But you love it. Look at how your pretty little pussy is gushing all over my hand."

"I—it's too much," you gasped out, shaking your head against the pillow, trying to find your words. "Sunoo, please, I can't—"

Your protest was instantly cut off when his hand came down again to give another resonant slap right against your pussy.

Smack.

You couldn’t even register the impact this time before he slid his fingers right back inside you, sinking them in all the way down. "You can't what?" he asked, his thumb pressing hard against your clit while he pushed his fingers in and out. "Tell me exactly what you can't do while I'm inside you like this."

He pumped them once before ripping them completely out again.

Smack.

Another sharp slap drove the breath right out of your lungs. He was creating an intoxicating cycle of fingering you open and slapping your pussy, and it was so deeply consuming that your thighs began to shake. Your muscles were trembling, now unable to support your own weight as you laid there entirely exposed underneath him.

"Please, Sunoo...please," you sobbed out, feeling like you were completely suspended on the edge and desperate for a release that he keeps dangling just out of your reach.

Seeing you almost broken seemed to make him want to push further, even though his expression softened into that familiar, possessive focus, he still managed to tease you. "Aww. You wanna cum?" He asked you, his tone drifted into something thicker with desire. "You want me to make you cum?"

He left his fingers inside you, finally locking into a pace of pumping in and out of your tightness with such a depth that he was hitting that one spot over and over again. His movements were making wet squelch of your pussy fill the room till it was all you could hear.

As your hips blindly chased the rhythm of his hand, Sunoo leaned down and wrapped his plush lips right around your clit which was now even more sensitive from the slaps he’d given it, one more time. He sucked the swollen bead deep into his mouth and that was all it took for him to finally make you cum. You felt your whole body wound tight like a bowstring, your thighs shaking uncontrollably against his shoulders.

"Sunoo! Oh my fucking g—Ah!" You screamed for him into the empty room, crying out a chorus of breathless praises as your walls clenched down on his fingers in tight waves.

Sunoo didn't slow down for a second, all he wanted to do was drink he in your release and he did, using his tongue to lap up your juices while his fingers never stopped pumping inside you, he was deliberately riding you right through every single convulsion of your orgasm until you completely melted into the mattress, panting.

He stayed lingering between your quivering legs while your breathes came out in pants and the aftershocks of your orgasm began the fade. He gave your clit one last soft kiss, making your hips twitch weakly against the mattress, then he planted lingering kisses on the smooth skin of your left inner thigh and then your right, treating your body with a different kind of gentleness, far from how he was just slapping you moments ago.

He adjusted himself until his chin was propped on your lower belly and he was comfortably resting his head right against your thigh. He looked up the entire length of your body but your eyes were closed so tightly that your eyelids were practically vibrating, even your hands were still clutching the pillows.

A soft laugh bubbled out of his chest at the sight. "Mmm," he sounded out, letting it vibrate right against your skin. "Are you going to look at me, angel?"

You swallowed hard and felt the warmth spread deep in your chest, you fluttered your eyes open to look down past your chest, only to find his lidded eyes staring back at you. When your eyes met, an all too satisfied smile broke across his handsome face. He deliberately swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and the corners where your wetness still was, he was tasting you entirely unbothered. "You taste amazing," he told you directly and devoid of any hesitation. "Seriously. Perfect."

The bluntness of his praise made your brain completely melt and you let out an embarrassed groan, throwing your head back against the pillow to intentionally look away toward the ceiling to hide just how flustered he was making you.

But Sunoo was not done teasing you. Seeing your reaction, he moved closer with a serious glint appearing in his eyes. "You know...I can go again right now," he told you so confidently and you knew he wasn't bragging either, the hunger in his expression made it incredibly clear that he was entirely serious and he really, truly did love eating pussy. "I could stay down here all night if you let me."

The thought of enduring all that pleasure with the edging and teasing again when you were already completely spent made a bolt of panic shoot through you. Prior to him even moving a muscle, you quickly scrambled backward up the bed, your hands and knees kicked out as you frantically retreated until your back hit the headboard and you were clutching the comforter to your chest.

Sunoo burst into a loud laugh at your escape, his shoulders shaking as he sat back on his heels, to watch your wide eyed expression with a clearer view. He stretched his arm to pick his jacket off the floor and watching him hold the jacket made a different kind of panic hit you, the sudden worry that he was about to walk out the door made you sit up straighter against the headboard.

"Wait, are you leaving?" you asked, ignoring the way your voice was tight with anxiety.

He paused, holding the jacket in one hand as he looked back at you. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and his shoulders dropped slightly. "Because you just scrambled to the other side of the bed, angel," he explained softly, in a voice so full of a gentle restraint, it confused you. He ran a hand through his hair and gestured down toward the prominent tent in his trousers. "Look, we really shouldn't go any further than this tonight. I really, really wanted to—trust me—but I didn't want to rush you."

You stared at him for a beat and the remaining distance between you on the mattress felt too wide. "You're not, I promise," you tried to convince him.

Sunoo froze, his eyes searching yours while he looked like he was fighting an internal battle, his jaw all tight like he was trying to maintain his willpower while your naked body was completely exposed to him.

Deciding to end the hesitation, you asked the exact question that completely broke his mind. "Don't you want to fuck me?"

Sunoo actually stuttered, all his cool frat boy attitude evaporated in a matter of seconds. "W-what?" he blinked, his mouth opening slightly like his brain was slowing down on him.

Before he could recover his senses or talk himself out of it, you grabbed him firmly by the front of his shirt and you pulled him right back down onto the mattress with a surge of confidence. You immediately swung your leg over his hips to straddle his lap and settle right over his thighs. You watched the initial surprise on his face wear off before you leaned down closer to his ear, letting your breath reach his skin. "You should stay," you whispered against his neck, placing a kiss there. "I'm a little bit good at riding dick."

A rough growl left him and a dark smirk sliced across his face. "Oh really? Show me then," he challenged you.

Without breaking eye contact, his hands moved to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers to push them down along with his boxers. Because you were straddling his lap, he only managed to get his pants down to his knees but it was more than enough for both of you. His dick sprang free and you took a moment to admire him, he was a fair size, thick and heavy and absolutely perfect in your opinion.

Slowly, you reached down, using your fingers to close around the pulsing length of him. The moment your hand wrapped around his shaft, your eyes widened because right before your eyes, his dick throbbed and grew noticeably bigger in your palm, filling out your grip until your thumb that was touching your other fingers couldn’t anymore.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips, making Sunoo give you a melodic laugh. "I'm a grower, not a shower, angel," he teased you, reaching up to use his thumb to gently wipe a stray tear of pleasure from your cheek.

But his arrogant laugh turned into a dramatic pout a second later as reality set in. He looked up at you with a look of frustration. "Fuck," he muttered. "I don't have a condom on me. My wallet is in my car."

To his complete surprise, you didn't look even a little disappointed. You simply shifted over and reached your hand toward your bedside table drawer to pop it open and pull out a square foil wrapper, holding it up between your fingers with a smile.

Sunoo gawked at you, "You're really full of surprises, aren't you?" he breathed out, just stunned by your preparation.

You tore the wrapper open with your teeth, placing the latex cap against the tip of his leaking cock and slowly rolling it all the way down the length of him.

The tight friction of your hands wrapping around him caused Sunoo to let out a sharp hiss, his back arched a little off the mattress while his knuckles turned white from gripping your hips.

Sunoo looked down as you aligned his cock to your still wet pussy carefully before pushing up while you sat down in one slow move. The initial stretch was immediate and thick, it forced a whine from your lips as your body unraveled on top of him. He paused for a beat, his hands bracing against your hips as he looked up at your face, checking your expression to see how you took him.

"Feel that?" he murmured in a heavy rumble.

You could only nod your head, your fingers sinking into the muscles of his shoulders as you focused on the feeling of him filling you out completely. He started to move with a calm rhythm, letting you left up until he was completely out before pushing back up and burying himself all the way back inside. The friction was delicious, like a deep heat that had your thighs loosening completely to welcome the pace.

He let out a low groan, clenching his jaw as he picked up the speed. Every thrust was deep and solid, anchoring him to the bed as the wet sounds of your hips plopping down on him met your ears.

You rolled your hips subtly, like you were testing the waters and a strained hum slipped past Sunoo's throat. His hands immediately tightened on your hips, pinning you in place before you could lift yourself up again. "Don't—Don’t do that yet," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, looking fully caught off guard by how good it felt just to have your pussy wrapped around his cock like this. "Just give me a second. You're so tight, it's driving me crazy."

A confident smile played on your lips as you looked down at his flushed skin and heavy eyes. "I told you I was good at this," you whispered, deliberately tilting your pelvis just a fraction to watch his jaw clench.

Sunoo hummed loudly at the little bit of friction. "Yeah, you weren't lying," he admitted while that familiar smirk slowly came back to his face as he ran his hands up the sides of your thighs and up to your waist, tracing the trembling muscles. "But I'm starting to catch my breath, baby girl. Why don't you show me what else you can do?"

You slowly lifted your hips at his command, sliding up the heavy length of him until you were barely hovering on the head, then sinking back down all the way to the root. Once you were bottomed out against his pelvis, you began to grind your hips in a rolling circle, deliberately showing off just how well you could control the friction.

Sunoo let out a long breath, his head dropped back against the pillow and he used his eyes to track the circular tilt of your torso. "Yeahhh," he growled out, his voice thick and rough as he watched you dominate him. "Just like that, angel. Keep doing that."

The feeling of him shifting and turning inside your slick walls was completely overwhelming. You threw your head back and moaned out loud. "Sunoo...you're so deep," you whimpered, feeling your internal muscles clench tightly around his shaft with every rolling movement of your pelvis. "You're stretching me so much."

Hearing your undone voice broke whatever tiny shred of control he had left, his expression hardened in front of you and when you were about to go for another roll of your waist, his hands grabbed at your waist. With new strength, he pushed your upper body down toward the side of his and altered your angle completely, then he securely locked arms around your waist, pinning your hips flat against his pelvis so you couldn't lift yourself or escape the depth unless he let you.

Without giving you a second to adjust, Sunoo bucked his hips upward with a forceful thrust, slamming deep into your pussy, his length hit every sweet spot of yours with an unrelenting accuracy. A scream caught in your chest as he kept your lower half locked in place, his hips snapped upward over and over again, totally taking over the rhythm and driving you wild.

Every time he fucked his cock up into you, his length bottomed out perfectly until your mind was threatening to go blank.

He was fucking you so good that you didn't care about anything else, you didn't care that his dirty shoes were dragging across your clean sheets or that the mattress was already ruined from the sheer amount of wetness dripping from your core. None of it mattered except the way he was stretching you open.

"Right there...ah! Sunoo, right there!" you cried out, clinging to his shoulders. Your upper body thrashed against him and your inner walls clenched around him in waves that got tighter and tighter. "It's so deep...you're too deep."

"You like how deep I am, baby? Tell me you like it," Sunoo was getting breathless, a groan came out from him as he thrust up even harder, his pelvis slamming against yours. He looked up at you at the side of him, overly captivated by the way you were taking him. "God, you feel so fucking good. You're squeezing me so tight, you don’t want me to leave?"

"I can't...I can't take all of it," you whimpered, your head falling forward as another heavy surge pushed you closer to the edge.

"Yes, you can," he countered. "Why you telling me you can’t take it?" He asked. "Don’t tell me you can’t take it."

He moved his grip to your back, right at your tailbone. "You're taking every single inch of this cock like a good girl. You were made for me, hm? Look at how perfectly you fit around me."

The praise was so intoxicating, like a delicious mix of control and submission to how good you made him feel. It drove a sudden shift in your body, the tightening of your inner walls let him know exactly how close you were to the edge but then you broke loose from his grip on your waist and sat up straight on his dick. Starting to bounce yourself on his cock all on your own, you lifted your hips high before plunging all the way down, taking every single inch of him in quick bounces.

He fell back against the pillows with an excited grin on his face. He looked hypnotized, like the visual of you alone just dominating the pace had him under your spell. "Yeah, just like that," he panted, his voice taking on a submissive undertone, you could’ve sworn you saw the switch in his eyes. "Use me, ma. Take whatever you want from me."

He let his large hands reach up a path of fire along your waist before moving up to caress your breasts. He cupped them, finding your nipples with his thumbs and pinching them firmly, the quick jolt of pleasure made you cry out and your pace turned even more frantic.

Wanting to connect with you through the intensity, Sunoo tried to lock his fingers with yours but you didn’t seem to be having it. So consumed by the fast approaching orgasm that was coming your way, you shoved his hands away and brought your own hands up to grip at your hair as you threw your head back.

"Sunoo, I'm so fucking close," you gasped out, your torso arching as you kept up the brutal rhythm. "I'm so close—You’re going to make me cum! Ahh!"

He let out a dramatic pout, softening his eyes into a look of mock hurt even though his hips were still trying to match your pace. "You don't wanna hold hands with me?" he complained in a whine.

You completely ignored his teasing and moved one knee to plant your foot flat on the mattress. Bracing both of your hands firmly against his chest for leverage, you started bouncing even harder, using the new angle to drive his length deeper and faster into your pussy.

"Oh, shit," Sunoo eyes grew wide as he lost his mind.

The feeling of your tight walls squeezing him with that much force, combined with the view of you completely taking charge and taking exactly what you needed from his body, was entirely consuming him. The thought of being completely used by you, of being your toy for the moment, turned him on to a dangerous degree. His cool demeanor was shattered and the deep groans he had been making earlier dissolved into needy whines that echoed loudly with every heavy strike of your hips.

"Am I...am I doing good for you?" The words tumbled out in a too eager rush. He fucked up a little, trying to use his hands on your waist for leverage. "Do you like it? Do you like my cock, ma?"

You opened your eyes and blinked past the haze of your pleasure to look down at him. What you found on his face was the absolute neediest expression you had ever seen on anyone. He wanted you to praise him—in fact, looking at the now dilated pupils of his eyes, it was clear he desperately needed it.

You willingly obliged, leaning down slightly so your voice could carry over the wet friction of your bodies meeting. "I love it, Sunoo," you told him, trying to sound as certain as you could so he would know what he was doing to you too. "I love your cock so much. You're fucking me so good."

You could see the praise slap him across the face and he whined out loudly and threw his head back against the pillows. His chest heaved and his jaw clenched tight, shaking at your approval as you continued to take exactly what you wanted from him.

Seeing him like that, so vulnerable and hanging on your every word, made you feel powerful in a way you had never experienced before. The utter thrill of rewriting the social hierarchy right here on your bed made a rush of new adrenaline run straight to your core. You leaned over him farther so you could continue feeding his hunger for approval.

"You're such a good boy, Sunoo," you murmured to him, making sure your voice was dripping with sweet control. "Look at how pretty you look when you're being used."

He let out a shattered sob at the words, his hips lifting off the bed in a weak, involuntary twitch that buried his length as deep as it could possibly go.

"You like being used, hm?"

"Yes! Y/n—Oh my fuck—I love it!"

When a sudden surge of confidence hit you, you slid one hand flat against his panting chest and pushed the fabric of his shirt upward. You tracked down to his chest and pinched his nipple firmly between your fingers.

Sunoo cried out a sound that echoed off the walls, immediately grabbing your wrist to pull your hand away, his eyes wide and blown out from overstimulation. "Ah! Stop, please—stop!" he whined desperately, his head thrashing against the pillow. "You're gonna make me—if you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum right now!"

Despite his verbal pleading, his body was completely betraying him. The absolute overload of pleasure shifted his instinct into overdrive and he began thrusting back up into you from below. His movements were no longer smooth or calculated, they were so uncoordinated now, with his pelvis slamming up against your thighs with a messy hunger.

But even with the lack of coordination, he was hitting that exact spot inside you with every single thrust of his hips. The friction was hot and so devastating, you left like you were in the verge of crying with the way your own body was tightening up, leaving you just seconds away from cumming too.

Your vision blurred at the edges as the orgasm coiled tightly in your lower stomach. Instead of letting go, you leaned your weight heavily onto his chest, pinning him down.

"You're gonna make me cum, Sunoo," you gasped out to him, your voice breaking as you tightened your grip, pinching his nipple even harder against his chest.

"Fuck, okay, okay—then cum with me, please!" he begged in a needy whine.

Desperate to match your pace and drag you over the edge with him, Sunoo let go of your wrist and slid his hand down between your bodies, slipping his fingers through the slick wetness at the base of his shaft until his thumb found your swollen clit. He began to rub you with a fast pressure to match the drive of his hips pushing up into your pussy.

You felt like you were going completely insane, the volume of physical sensation and psychological dominance were blurring together into a dizzying haze. Sunoo felt the shift and his large hand ran back to your hips and gripped the bone with sore might to anchor you down. A guttural sound left him from the very back of his throat, his entire torso stiffened beneath you as he mewled out, "I'm gonna cum—fuck, I'm cumming!"

The latex barrier filled quickly between your bodies, quaking with the heat of his cum but he did not stop thrusting. Even as his own climax tore through him and shattered his strength, his hips kept moving upward into you in stubborn determination, he was focused on making you too and you were so close to the edge you could practically taste it.

The feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit became too overwhelming and the angle changed again just enough to drive you mad. Desperate for a different type of release, you pushed his hand away from your core while leaning back slightly, your hands shook uncontrollably as you took matters into them. Emulating the aggressive pressure he had used earlier, you entered into switching between rapid rubs and sharp slaps against your swollen clit.

Sunoo stared, pinned to the mattress as he watched you pleasure yourself and ride his overstimulated cock just so you could get yourself off. The explicit sight of you taking total control of your own orgasm while riding out the dying pulses of his release destroyed his senses.

The combination of his stubborn movements and the brutal stimulation from your own fingers pushed you beautifully over the precipice. Your walls clamped down with a vice like tightness, they contracted so violently that your body literally forced his cock to slide right out of you. The sudden, rolling waves of your orgasm took over quickly and your back arched into a rigid line, your fingers digging into your hair as your core gave way, causing you to squirt heavily and repeatedly all over his cock and his lower pelvis. Sunoo’s eyes rolled back as the wet torrent soaked his skin, leaving both of you completely ruined and gasping for air in the tangled sheets.

"Oh, fuck..." he panted as he looked up at you. "That was so hot. You are incredible."

Completely spent and trembling from the aftershocks of the climax, you let your muscles give out, making you slump forward to collapse directly onto his chest. Sunoo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against his warm skin. For a few long moments, the only sound in the room was the synchronized heaves of your breathing, until a quiet chuckle escaped your lips at the thought of what you had just done. Sunoo caught the infection of it and the two of you began laughing softly against each other, feeling as though the high strung tension of the night had finally dissolved into an exhausted but comfortable warmth.

He smoothed a hand down your back, letting his fingers trace the line of your spine as his laughter trailed off into a satisfied sigh. He kissed the top of your head and said something but his voice was muffled by your hair for the beginning part. "—so glad I rigged that stupid raffle."

The words hit your ears like a splash of ice water and the warmth in your chest vanished in an instant. You froze and the sudden stiffness in your shoulders caused his hands to pause their stroking.

You sat up slowly and stared into his face, your eyes wide in disbelief and sudden realization.

"What?"

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The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, slowly waking you from a restless sleep in the dark red room. As your eyes opened, the harsh reality of the past 48 hours hit you—being betrayed, sold like an object at an auction, and losing your virginity to a man who saw you only as a plaything.

Great. A bitter thought settled in your chest, tinged with sarcasm and pain: “Life is a bitch, but you got this, Y/N.”

You cheered yourself up a bit. You rose from the bed, your body still naked and sticky—the unmistakable evidence that you hadn’t washed away the night before—and the lingering scent of him clung to your skin. You didn't even know when you fell asleep last night because you were busy crying, asking why life has to be so harsh on you.

THUD!

You freeze on the cold concrete floor. You realise you just fell down and can't stand up; your whole body aches and hurts from your neck down to your legs. Helpless, you tried to stand up, barely able to walk as you dragged yourself to the bathroom, holding on to the wall like a baby learning how to walk again.

Stepping into the bathroom, you tried your best to be careful so you wouldn't trip and die. The picture of you in the mirror is unbelievably vulnerable; there are red and purple bruises everywhere from your earlobe down your collarbone to your chest, your boobs, and your stomach. As you glanced down further, your inner thighs and legs were marked too.

Frustrated at how embarrassing you look right now, you took a deep breath, trying to turn your gaze away from the image.The bathroom has a minimalist design, which feels overly soft given its location in the red room. You noticed that there are some essentials for you, like towels, a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, and body wash with some skincare that you can make use of at the moment.

You stood under the shower, the water cold as it traced over your skin. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, the weight inside you finally breaking free like a dam bursting. You had tried so hard to hold it all in, telling yourself you’d cried enough last night—but the sorrow and pain were too much to keep locked away any longer.

While you were applying your skincare, a soft knock came at the door. Wrapping a towel around your body, you went to open it. Standing there was a maid holding some clothes. “Ms. Y/L/N, here’s your outfit for today. You need to be downstairs by 10 AM,” she said softly.“Why the rush?” you asked politely.

"Mr Lee is leaving for his mansion. Since you belong to him, you have to go with him, Ms," she replied with a small smile. “This isn’t his house?” you wondered aloud. “No, you’ve got it wrong. This is his companion vacation house. Mr Park owns this place,” she said before retreating and closing the door behind her.

You walked past halls and rooms from the east wing to the main living room area with guidance from the maid. There he is, Lee Heeseung.Sitting there with his other friends – in total, seven of them. The others don't look as scary as Heeseung at all; hate to say it, but they look a lot softer than him.

Still, they all look intimidating and powerful since they're dressed in black suits, making their presence seem controlling."Mr Lee, Ms Y/L/N is here,” the maid announced, bowing respectfully as you stood behind her, trying your best to avoid Heeseung’s piercing gaze. “You can go do your work now,” Heeseung said dismissively, his eyes fixed on your awkward expression.

He smirked as he took in the marks on your body visible beneath your T-shirt because it's not covering your neck, clearly proud of the damage he has inflicted. “Are you going to stand there forever?” “Hyung, come on, don’t be so hard on her; she’s adorable. " One of the men stepped in to defend you.“Hi, Ms Y/L/N, I’m Kim Sunoo, Hyung’s business partner and bestie,” he said with a warm smile that could melt even the coldest heart.

He offered his hand, and you politely shook it. “Who said I’m your bestie, Sunoo? In your dreams,” Heeseung shot back, smirking. For a moment, a small smile played on Heeseung’s lips, making your heart skip a beat—entirely different from the man who left you hanging on the bed last night.

“Hyung, don’t be too harsh on her; look at those puffy eyes,” another man said, nodding towards your exhausted face. “I’m Park Jjongseong, by the way—the owner of this vacation mansion,” he added politely.

The other six immediately booed him. “Okay, Hyung, we get it—you’re rich,” one of the Japanese-looking guys teased. “I still have work back in Seoul, so I’m out of here. You kids have fun.” With that, Heeseung stood up from the sofa, leaving you wondering what kind of fun you were really in for.

The other six men waved goodbye to Heeseung and smiled at you as if you were some fragile little thing. As you stepped outside struggling to walk, your eyes caught sight of a sleek black Rolls-Royce waiting at the entrance. You almost tripped trying to keep up with Heeseung’s long strides.

He climbed into the car without a second glance your way, clearly unimpressed by your near fall, but smiled, knowing you have a hard time walking.The engine roared to life, and the car began its journey away from the sprawling mansion.

Suddenly, a question slipped into your dazed mind. “What about the other girls?” you asked softly, staring out the window.Heeseung shot back coldly, “What about them? Why do you care?” You couldn’t help but think, ‘Is this man having mood swings or his period?' His expression changes every minute.’ “I came with them; I was just wondering—” “Stop crossing boundaries.” “You don’t get to question me, Y/L/N,” he cut you off, slipping back into that sharp, unyielding attitude.

Lesson learned: don’t ask questions or talk too much. The rest of the ride to Seoul was filled with awkward silence, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

Heeseung’s mansion was breathtaking—modern and grand, with sleek glass walls and towering doors with a luxurious gate. Inside, vast open spaces bathed in natural light showcased marble floors and elegant, minimalist decor.

Every detail radiated luxury and power, making it clear this was more than just a home—it was a place where people wouldn't dare to intervene.As soon as you arrived, Heeseung stepped out of the car and strode ahead, making it hard for you to keep up. A few bodyguards and maids stood ready to greet him. “Master, where should I prepare for this lady?” one maid asked.

The maid led you towards the east wing. “Do you have any clothes or personal items, Ms?" she asked politely. “No, I don’t,” you admitted honestly.You really didn’t have anything left—just your soul and the clothes on you right now. “I’ll get some essentials for you. As for clothes, I’ll inform Master,” she said kindly, stepping back to give you space.

Your room was medium-sized and tastefully luxurious, though not overdone. Minimalist in style, it had a window and a private bathroom.The furniture was nice—a closet, a bed, and a small sofa by the window where you could sit and enjoy the view.

Looking out, you felt a rare moment of calm. A garden full of blooming flowers stretched out below, surrounded by lush green grass—a perfect, peaceful scene to soften the edges of your day.

Slipping into the dining room, you see him there, already eating his food, as you noticed your serving is set near his. You set down and finished the food quietly; you didn't want to interrupt him again. "We can go to the mall to get you some clothes this evening." Stunned by his words, you stared at him."What time, Master?" you asked, trying to comprehend. "Get ready by 5 then." End of conversation; he stood up and left the dining room.

5PM

Wearing the same outfit you had on since morning, you walked to the living room, your legs starting to feel it, but those marks are still bad. As you waited, you wondered to yourself, 'Is this some kind of date or just another way for him to get under my skin, like last night? Lost in thought, you barely noticed Heeseung approaching.

He was now dressed casually in a white T-shirt and plain black pants—simple, yet unmistakably expensive, a quiet display of old money.You were shocked when a sleek orange Ferrari pulled up to the door, and Heeseung slid into the driver’s seat. It was surprising—no driver or bodyguards accompanied him; he chose to ride alone with you.

The journey to the department store was filled with awkward silence.

As you drove past Seoul University, the place where you once studied and nearly graduated in the class of honours, a wave of nostalgia hit you. You longed for things to return to normal and missed the architecture classes; you just miss the feelings of drawing your imagination and designing places you dreamt of. It was then that you realised how people only truly appreciate what they have after it’s gone.

At the mall, Heeseung followed closely behind you, waiting as you browsed. “You’ve been wandering for 20 minutes, Y/N,” he said with a hint of annoyance. “You can just pick for me,” you replied. Heeseung then led you into a luxury store. As you stepped inside, all the staff bowed to him, clearly recognising him as a VIP.Surprisingly, it was a women’s clothing store.

You felt a sting of jealousy but quickly pushed it aside, blaming your confused feelings and reminding yourself not to get emotionally attached to him.“What’s your clothing size and shoe size?” he asked. “I wear size S, and my shoes are 37,” you answered casually. “Bring out everything in those sizes,” he instructed. “And make sure the items are black, white, red, and pink.” “Every item in four colours, sir?” the worker confirmed.

“Yes.” That was the end of the conversation. He didn’t even ask if you wanted to try anything on—he simply ordered and paid. “We’ll deliver them to your location, sir, since it’s a large order,” the worker added. “Sure, you have my assistant’s number; contact him for the address,” Heeseung replied.

The shopping trip ended so abruptly that you barely had a chance to speak. “You have an assistant, Master?” you asked. “You think I can handle everything myself?” he snapped.“He doesn’t live with me, but yes, I have one," he said sharply as he walked back to the tangerine-coloured Ferrari.

As you were about to get into the passenger seat, a woman approached Heeseung, catching your attention. She was striking—tall, with a perfectly symmetrical, model-like face and clearly wealthy. “Lee Heeseung,” she called out, her expression shocked as she noticed you.

He turned to you and commanded, “You can go home first, Y/N. Take my credit card from the car and book an Uber.” With no choice, you grabbed the card and left. This was your chance—your chance to escape all this madness.Surprisingly, you didn’t take the chance to run away. Without a phone, you couldn’t book an Uber, so you kept walking—obediently returning to his mansion, his territory.

Questions flooded your mind: Why didn’t you run? Why does he have such a hold on you? Who was that woman?Damn, you cared about this man more than you realised. You rang the bell until someone opened the gate. It was an electronic gate, controlled remotely, and you didn’t have a remote.

Once inside your room, your chest tightened, and tears streamed down your face again—your second time crying today. Unexpectedly, you fell asleep in the same clothes until noises woke you from a hazy dream. The sounds came from upstairs, but you didn’t know where Heeseung’s room was; you were in the east wing.

Who could be making those noises?Curiosity took over, so you left your bedroom and climbed the east-wing stairs. Scattered along the way were pieces of clothing—boots, mini-skirts, crop tops—all matching the style of the woman from the mall.

You approached a white door, pressing yourself close to listen.The sounds hit you: moaning, groaning, skin slapping, and spanking. And of course, you recognised the voice—Lee Heeseung’s. The same man who took you shopping like you mattered, only to fuck another woman afterwards. He made you walk home; he made you cry twice today. And damn it, you blamed yourself for not running.

You blamed yourself for being an idiot.No, you have to escape. You don’t love him; you can’t fall in love after only two days. You retreated to your room, doing everything you could to block out the sounds of the bed banging upstairs. It was the second night in a row you fell asleep with tears on your pillow.

The next morning, you went through your usual routine, noticing the bruises hadn’t faded, but at least you’d regained about 80% of your ability to walk. Then a soft knock came at the door. “Ma’am, the clothes and shoes have arrived,” the maid said. You opened the door to find ten maids struggling to carry the packages.

“Come inside first. Can you help me hang these in the closet?” You asked politely.“Of course, Ms.”Once they left, you picked out a comfortable outfit: grey sweatpants, a fitted tank top, and white sneakers. So you—so casual.The morning passed quickly as you ate breakfast, wandered the garden, and read magazines in the living room, desperately trying to push his image from your mind. But you couldn’t. By 3 PM, you wondered where he had gone—and where that woman was.

You told yourself it was normal; after all, you were just a sex toy to him. Why bother caring? He disappeared for three whole days, leaving you waiting and hanging. Your days dragged on slowly, and at night you found yourself alone in your room, weighed down by lingering feelings and unspoken thoughts. One moment you wanted to jump off a cliff; the next, you wished for peace.A soft knock on your door pulled you back to reality.

You opened it to find him standing there. “I’m stressed; I want to have sex,” he said. Wow. That was all he said after vanishing from your life for three business days, even though you literally lived in his mansion.

You stood there, torn between wanting to punch him or kiss him.“Go do it with that woman,” you replied, trying to close the door. Of course he stopped you from closing. 'You mean Irene? Why do you care? Are you jealous?" He smirked, clearly amused by how sensitive you are when it comes to him. "I'm just an object to you; of course I can't be jealous." You're trying to hide your feelings.

"If you're an object, then let me fuck my 60 million dollars wisely." So cruel, so Heeseung.He finally managed to get into your room. His hands roamed over your hips, waist, and breasts, as if memorising every inch of you. “So beautiful; I bet you’d look even more stunning when naked,” he whispered against your lips. His kiss was fierce and desperate, teeth nipping as you melted into his touch.

You kissed him back, arms wrapping tightly around his neck.You felt your knees hit the bed as he pushed you down. His aggression surprised you when he ripped your pyjamas off, exposing you completely—no underwear beneath since you hadn’t worn any to bed. The sight made his mouth water as he noticed your bruises were fading slightly.

“Baby, you’re perfect every inch of you,” he murmured, climbing on top of you. His lips claimed yours again, tongues intertwining in a heated dance. His hand found your left breast, squeezing hard enough to draw moans from you between the kisses. His touch was possessive and demanding, and despite the bruises and pain you've been feeling, you found yourself pulled deeper into the tangled mix of desire and confusion.

You knew this wasn’t love—not yet—but in this moment, all that mattered was the heat of his body against yours, the sharp intake of breath, and the storm of emotions crashing inside you. His mouth and tongue started moving everywhere on your body. From your earlobe down your collarbone to your boobs, drawing every sinful noise from you, "Hee—ahh," you moaned loudly as your hands were tangling with his hair.

"Keep going, princess; I love that nickname," he replied while marking you and sucking the shit out of your boobs.“Fuck, ahh—” you gasped, arching your back against the bed as his lips left marks across your skin. The heat of his breath brushed teasingly near your most sensitive spot.

Glancing down, you caught his smirk pressed against your body—a mixture of dominance and satisfaction. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he shifted, the intensity between you growing. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of fire through you, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he whispered harshly, his voice low and possessive.

You trembled beneath him, caught in the whirlwind of emotions and desire, unsure whether to resist or surrender. The room seemed to pulse with your racing heartbeats as Heeseung’s hands and mouth explored every inch of your body, marking you like a claim, making it clear you belonged to him—whether you wanted to or not.

Slowly his tongue slipped past your folds as you moaned, "Ahh—shit," your grips on the bedsheet tightening as your other hand grabbed his hair. His tongue moved slowly and desperately at first, licking, sucking, and tasting every part of you.

Then he moved faster, flicking up and down your clit, which made your eyes roll back as you saw heaven. His mouth and tongue worked skilfully, driving you closer to the edge with every flick and suckle. Your breaths came faster, mingling with soft moans that filled the room. Your fingers tangled tighter in his hair, urging him on as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

Heeseung’s hands cupped your thighs, spreading you wider as he deepened his ministrations. The heat inside you built rapidly, a delicious fire that consumed every thought. You could feel the tension mounting, the inevitable release drawing near. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “Let go for me.” With a shuddering cry, you came hard and embarrassingly, trembling beneath him as pleasure washed over you in overwhelming waves.

He held you through every pulse, his lips lingering on your skin before slowly rising to meet your gaze – intense, possessive, and utterly consuming. The atmosphere shifted as your breath began to slow, but then Heeseung’s tongue flicked over you again, making your breath hitch once more. “Tastes so fucking good, just for me, little slut,” he murmured, continuing until you noticed his nose and chin glistening with your warmth.

You gently wiped it away, and he took your wrist, pressing a tender kiss to your palm—as if you mattered. For a fleeting moment, something softer flickered behind his usual coldness. Then he shed the last of his clothes and entered you, filling you completely.

You gasped, clawing at his back, words failing as moans took over. “Ahh—Hee, I’m—fuck,” you breathed, lost in the overwhelming sensation.“So tight, ahh—” he groaned, the pace starting slow but building as you found a shared rhythm. Your skin met with his as if you’d known each other forever.

“Faster, Hee—” you urged, nearing your peak again.“Close, sweetie? Me too, ahh—” Heeseung smirked, his thrusts growing wilder, more urgent.

The bed thudded against the wall, snapping you back to reality with a painful reminder of the night he was with that other woman. Who was Irene? You shoved the thought away, afraid to ask.

He leaned down, his lips brushing your temple in a rare, intimate gesture. “Look at me, darling. Let’s release this together.” What has gotten into him? With a shuddering cry, you both climaxed, your bodies trembling in unison. “Fuck—ahh—Y/N, darling,” he groaned as you clutched his back, nails digging into his skin.

The intensity continued for five more rounds, the rhythm a fierce, exhausting sex. Your body was marked with bruises and bites, a testament to the storm you’d weathered together. Heeseung looked equally spent, his back stinging from your grasp. Finally, he pulled away, gazing at your passed out figure form on the bed.

Gently, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as you lay there, unconscious and spent, the quiet of the room seemed to press in around you and Heeseung. The weight of everything—the pain, the confusion, the fleeting moments of tenderness—settled heavily in the air.

Heeseung stood by the door, watching you with a conflicted expression. Beneath his cold, commanding exterior, a flicker of something unspoken lingered—regret, perhaps, or a rare glimpse of vulnerability. Yet, his pride and the hardened walls he built never allowed those feelings to surface fully.

The silence stretched, punctuated only by your steady breathing, fragile and human. For a moment, he hesitated, as if torn between staying and retreating. Then, with a soft sigh, he turned away, leaving the room—and you—shrouded in stillness, a fragile peace amid the chaos.

He fucked you until you passed out just to leave you again.

© copyright.all.rights.reserved.by.wqyui

You’ve had a crush on him almost as long as you’ve known him. Actually no, you’ve been in love with him, not that he’d ever guess. Or maybe he would. He teases you like he knows you’ll blush, throws in little pet names and innuendos like he’s testing you for a reaction. But you always brush it off as just another part of the bit. You’re just the girl he likes to mess with during late-night ranked queues. It doesn’t mean anything. Even if your heart does this weird flutter thing whenever he says your name.

“Where’s my duo?” you ask the second you join voice chat, headset sliding over your ears. “You bitches better not have started without me.” A chorus of greetings erupts, Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and two others you recognize from another Discord server. Everyone’s already in the Valorant lobby, bouncing around agents and bantering over voice chat. “Calm down,” Sunghoon laughs. “You’re only, like, twenty minutes late.” You correct him, “Fashionably.” Then his voice comes through. Lazier, deeper, more smug than usual. “Nice of you to show up, princess.” You roll your eyes even as your stomach flutters. “Sorry, didn’t realize I had to run my schedule by you.” you shoot back. Heeseung hums in your ear like he’s unbothered. “You do when you keep dodging games just to avoid being carried.” You scoff. “Carried? Please. You’re always the first to die.” Jay cuts in, laughing. “Here we go again.” It’s always like this, bickering that toes the line between hostile and flirtatious, drawing amused reactions from everyone else in the group. It’s part of the rhythm now. You give Heeseung shit, he throws it right back, and everyone else acts like it’s some kind of soap opera they’ve been watching for seasons. “Bet she top frags this round.” Jungwon says, grinning. “She won’t,” Heeseung says at the exact same time. Then adds, “If she does, it’s because I softened them up first.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, snorting a laugh. “Cope harder.” You lock in Clove. Heeseung picks Jett. Predictable. The match loads in, and everyone starts joking over vc while you check your loadout. Your team takes the first site, and somehow the round is over in seconds, three clean shots from you, one assist, and Heeseung’s kill coming in dead last. “Damn, she’s actually carrying.” Jay says with mock awe. “Say thank you.” you say sweetly. “Thank you, queen.” Then someone else, a guy you vaguely know named Kai, who’s only been playing with the group for a week or two, speaks up. “Carry me again like that and I’ll eat your pussy, mama.” You freeze for half a second, just long enough for your brain to register what he said, and then you giggle. Not because you’re actually into it, but because it’s so fucking unhinged. “Yeah?” you say, leaning into the joke. “Say less.” The whole call erupts in laughter. “Bro.” Jay wheezes.“You’re wild for that.” Sunghoon says.

“Don’t test me.” Kai says again, voice still flirty. And then Heeseung speaks. Calm. Too calm. “Jesus Christ, can you not be a pain in the ass for, like, one game?” The laughter stops for a second. You glance at the chat window instinctively, it’s like the air shifted. He didn’t sound like he was joking. Kai lets out an awkward laugh. “Relax, man. It’s a joke.” Heeseung hums, dry. “Then try making a funny one.” It goes quiet again, not dead silence, but that weird kind of pause where everyone’s pretending not to notice the tension. You hear someone’s keyboard clack in the background. In-game footsteps echo in your ears. “You good, Hee?” You speak up carefully. “I’m great,” he says, “Just bored of hearing you flirt with losers.” Your heart stutters. That one didn’t sound like a joke either. Even Jay seems caught off guard. “Yo, that sounded personal.” “It’s not,” Heeseung says immediately. Too quickly. “Let’s just win the round.”

And he does exactly that, goes full sweat mode for the rest of the match. Dashes into sites solo, gets two aces in a row, doesn’t speak unless it’s a callout. The rest of the group fills the silence with jokes and teasing, but you don’t miss the shift. Heeseung always plays aggressive, but tonight it feels pointed. Like he’s got something to prove. To you. Or to someone else, you’re not sure, but your stomach is buzzing.

The match ends with a win, somehow, Heeseung top frags, of course, and Kai logs off without saying goodbye. The group starts leaving one by one. “Alright, I’m out.” Sunghoon yawns. “GGs.” “Same.” Jay says. “I can’t feel my eyes.” “Goodnight, lovebirds.” Jungwon mutters under his breath before he leaves. You scoff. “Shut up.” Heeseung doesn’t say anything. Eventually, it’s just the two of you. Still in voice chat. The lobby music looping softly in the background. You think about leaving, but your hand hovers over the disconnect button and never quite clicks. Heeseung exhales. You hear the soft creak of his chair. Then, “How come you’re not leaving?” You blink at your screen. His voice is different now, low and quiet, not teasing. “I don’t know,” you say. “Didn’t want to so early.” He hums. “Guess that means I scared everyone off.” You smile faintly, chewing on your lip. “You kinda went off on that guy.”

He doesn’t respond immediately. “Yeah. I didn’t like what he said.” You tilt your head. “Because it was gross or…?” There’s a pause. “Because it was you.” he says.vYour breath catches. You wish you could see his face, but all you have is the green ring around his icon lighting up. “…Oh.” Another pause. It stretches long enough to border on awkward, until he cuts the silence with a sudden, dry little mutter, “God, don’t make me say something corny at 3AM. I’ll literally throw myself out the window.” You laugh, soft and surprised. “There it is,” he says, pleased. “I was waiting for that.” You raise a brow. “For what?” you ask. “You always laugh like that when you’re trying not to.” You protest, “i do not.” But your voice is too light, too amused to sound serious. “You do,” he says, and you can hear the grin behind his words. “It’s cute.” Your stomach flips. “Are you flirting with me, Heeseung?” you ask, trying to make it sound like a joke, but it comes out breathy, shy. He lets out a soft laugh. “I don’t know. Are you gonna flirt back this time or just ignore it like always?” You go quiet. Then, “You notice that?”

“Course I notice that,” he says. “I notice everything when it comes to you.” Your cheeks go warm. You look away from your screen, heart thudding stupidly. “…You’re not as smooth as you think,” you mumble. He yawns, loud, exaggerated. “Mmm. Still made you laugh. Still made you stay in call.” You roll your eyes, “You’re impossible.” and smile. “Yeah, but you like me.” You want to say something back. Something playful or clever. But instead, you just go quiet. He doesn’t push. After a beat, he says, softer this time, “You sound tired.” You lean back on your chair. “Mm. Kinda am,” you admit. “But comfy.” “Yeah?” he says. “Stay a little longer?” You nod, forgetting he can’t see you. “Okay.” There’s a long pause where neither of you talk, just the sound of keyboard clicking as he hovers around his screen, maybe checking stats, maybe just filling the silence. Then, quietly, “You know I wasn’t just teasing, right?” Your eyes flick to your monitor. “About what?”

“Earlier. The guy. The flirting.” His voice drops an octave, a little husky now. “I don’t like hearing other guys talk to you like that. Even if it’s a joke.” You don’t answer right away. You’re too busy staring at your screen like it’s going to tell you what to say. “I didn’t think you cared.” you admit. He laughs again, gentler. “I’ve been caring for a while, princess.” Your heart stumbles. You bite your lip. “…I kinda like when you call me that,” you whisper. He hums, satisfied. “I know.” You giggle, sleepy and flustered and way too warm all of a sudden. He lets out a soft sigh, then mutters, “If we were on cam, you’d be blushing, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“That a yes?”

“Shut up, Heeseung.”

He laughs, warm, lazy. “Sleepy girl.”

You giggle softly, cheeks already warm. “You’re so corny, Hee.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “You love it though.” You pause, just a second too long. “Mmm… kinda.” He chuckles, just this soft, fond sound that sinks right into your skin. “Cute.” Your heart skips. You don’t know what to say to that, so you just smile to yourself, suddenly way too aware of how quiet it is now, just you, him, and that little green ring lighting up every time he speaks. Neither of you says much after that. You just sit there in the silence, not awkward, not heavy, just full of something unspoken. Your eyes start to flutter closed. You think you hear him shift in his chair. Maybe yawn. You don’t log off. Neither does he.

It’s almost midnight by the time everyone’s in the lobby again. League this time, ranked. You’ve got your hoodie on, cup of something warm on your desk, legs curled up in your chair. Your screen lights up with everyone’s icons, voices overlapping in Discord. “Why are we doing this to ourselves.” Jay groans as he hovers over his champion. “Because,” you reply sweetly, “we have no self respect.” Then, “Speak for yourself,” Heeseung mutters. “I’m here to carry.” You roll your eyes, “You wish.” smiling already. “Oh my god,” Sunghoon groans. “You two start the exact same way every game.”

“Wait until she dies in lane,” Heeseung says. “Then she’ll blame me like usual.”

“Because you gank at level six like a coward.”

You hear him snort. “Don’t need to gank when you feed their mid laner for me.”

The game loads in. You settle into your rhythm fast, poking, last-hitting, barely listening to the chaos on comms. But every time Heeseung’s voice filters through your headset, you feel it, that lingering buzz from last night. The way he called you cute. The way you didn’t want to leave the call. You don’t know if it meant something. But you feel different now. Every time he says your name, it lands heavier than before. Fifteen minutes in, you’ve got your third kill, and Heeseung’s still climbing his way up in the jungle. You start pushing your lane harder, greedy. “Damn,” Kai says over comms. “She’s actually carrying again?”

“She does that,” Sunghoon says. “Every once in a while.”

Kai laughs. “Shit. If I play support next round, will you reward me, mama?”

You groan, already bracing yourself. “I mean damn,” he adds, “I’d let you leash me any day.”

The call explodes with groans. You groan too, out of habit, “You’re actually insane, dude.”

“You like it,” he says, clearly proud of himself.

You don’t reply, clicking back to lane. You’re not even thinking about it really. Until you hear…nothing. Heeseung’s gone silent. Not muted. Not disconnected. Just quiet. Then your phone buzzes. You glance at it out of instinct, brows furrowing.

Heeseung [12:16am]

tell your little fanboy to chill lol

You glance at the screen, smirking a little. You don’t reply , just keep farming, like your heart isn’t suddenly going crazy.

Buzz.

Heeseung [12:17am]

kinda annoying hearing him talk to u like that tbh

Buzz.

Heeseung [12:17am]

doesn’t even say it right

if anyone’s gonna call you mama it should be me

You choke on your own breath. Your mouse stutters for a second. One of your minions dies.

Buzz.

Heeseung [12:18am]

jk

Buzz.

Heeseung [12:18am]

unless u like it

Your skin is burning. You tuck your phone away without replying, biting back a smile. Across your headset, the match keeps going—Kai’s talking again, but his voice barely registers. You’re not listening to him anymore. You’re only hearing Heeseung. You don’t reply to his messages. Mostly because you don’t trust yourself to. Your fingers are still shaky on the keyboard as the match rolls on. Heeseung’s acting normal again in vc, throwing out short callouts, occasionally bickering with Sunghoon, playing it cool like he didn’t just imply he wants to call you mama.

Your phone buzzes again once, but you ignore it this time. Your lane’s pushing, and your team is moving toward Baron. You focus. You click fast. And when Kai dies again, whining about being “baited,” you’re already ready to kill. You slide in, ult ready, and drop three of them before they can react, smooth, clean, and so fast that Jay literally yells through his mic. “OH MY GOD—okay, she’s cracked tonight.”

“Bro, what was that?” Sunghoon laughs. “Are you sweating?”

You’re already smiling to yourself when you hear it. Low. Offhanded. Just one beat late.

“Good job, baby.”

Everything stops. No one else reacts. But you hear it. Loud and clear. Your brain scrambles. You don’t know if anyone else caught it, maybe he was leaning too close to his mic, maybe it just blended in with the chaos, but your stomach drops. In a good way. In a terrifying way. You go quiet for a few seconds, and then, “…What’d you just call me?” There’s a beat of silence. Then Heeseung’s voice, smooth as ever, “Hm? I said good job.”

You narrow your eyes. “No, you didn’t.”

“Might’ve added something,” he says casually. “You complaining?”

You hate that your face is hot. You hate it more that you smile.

“…You’re annoying,” you mumble, half-giggling.

“Still blushing though.” he replies, grinning into his mic.

Sunghoon: “What did I miss?”

Jay: “I knew something was going on with you two.”

You groan, tugging your hoodie over your mouth. “Play the damn game,” you mutter, but your voice is way too giddy to be taken seriously. And even though everyone goes back to screaming over objectives and team fights, your head’s somewhere else completely. Still stuck on that word. Baby.

It’s the next night. Everyone’s in voice chat again—same group, same vibe. But now you know what he said last time. He knows you heard it. And he hasn’t brought it up since. He’s acting normal again, but you’re not letting him off the hook that easily. The match is halfway through. You’ve just landed a perfect kill steal on Heeseung’s target, claiming the bounty right out from under him. He groans dramatically. “You seriously just took that?” You smirk, leaning into your mic. “Mhm. Had to show off for you, baby.” Silence. Total, absolute, silence.

Jay wheezes. “Wait.”

Sunghoon: “Did she just—?”

You don’t say anything else.

But you can feel Heeseung scrambling on the other side of his headset. He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, which, for him, is a lot. Then he clears his throat. “You trying to start something, princess?” You smile. “Just matching energy.” He lets out a low laugh, little breathless, a little impressed. “Dangerous game,” he mutters. “Careful or I might start taking you seriously.” You tilt your head, pretending to think. “Maybe I want you to.” He doesn’t respond right away. And when he does, his voice is quieter. “…Noted.”

You’re walking behind Heeseung in-game, flashlight beam jittering as you peek into dark hallways. You are playing Phasmaphobia, already regretting letting the boys talk you into this. “Is that—? No, okay, that’s just a shadow.” you mumble, heart racing. Heeseung laughs softly through the mic. “You alright back there?”

“No,” you whisper, sticking close. “Why do you sound so calm?”

“‘Cause I’m brave,” he says casually, like it’s obvious. “You’re the scaredy cat .”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

“You are,” he continues, voice smooth. “Cute though. I like it.”

Your stomach flips. You keep your eyes on the screen, trying to act unfazed. “Not my fault you’re so bad at protecting me.” you murmur. He pauses for half a second.

Then, “Oh, that’s how we’re playing tonight?”

You smile, shy but satisfied. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Mm. You didn’t have to.”

Jay’s voice cuts in on voice chat, “Guys? Where the hell are you two?”

“Clearing the hallway,” Heeseung answers smoothly. “She’s being brave.”

You don’t say anything, but you know he hears your quiet giggle, even through your mic.

It’s almost 3AM when the final round ends. Everyone’s laughing, still on edge from that last chase. Jay’s cackling over some glitch, Sunghoon’s threatening to uninstall the game, and you’re still trying to slow your heartbeat. Then Heeseung’s voice cuts in, calm and lazy through the mic. “Alright, I’m out. I need to shower before I crash.” You blink at your screen, suddenly still. “Damn, it’s that serious?” Jay says, yawning. “Alright, night bro.”

“Night, losers,” Heeseung says with a smirk in his voice. “Later, princess.”

Your stomach flips, but before you can even think of a reply, his little green Discord ring goes gray. Gone. You try not to pout. The call slowly empties, one by one, goodnights echoing into silence until it’s just you. Alone in the lobby, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, still hoping he’d maybe rejoin. But he doesn’t. So you log off too. Toss your headphones aside, get up and do your skincare, brush your teeth, your hair, fluff your pillows. But you don’t feel sleepy yet. You’re scrolling aimlessly on your phone, tucked under your blanket, when it lights up suddenly.

Incoming call: Heeseung

Your breath catches. He’s calling you. At 3:27AM. You stare at it for half a second, then answer. “Hello?” you say, voice soft and a little surprised. “Hey.” His voice is warm, low, a little rough. You can tell he’s laying down too. “I thought you were going to sleep,” you murmur. “I was,” he says, quieter now. “Shower helped, but… I don’t know. Something felt off.” You wait, heartbeat picking up. “Didn’t get to talk to you.” Your lips curve into the softest smile.

“I was waiting for you to stay.”

“I know,” he says. “I wanted to.”

Then there’s a pause, intimate, quiet. “You comfy now?” he asks. “Mhm. Just got in bed.” Another pause. “Wish I could see you.”

You bite your lip. “You’re sweet tonight.” you whisper. He chuckles. “You make me sweet.”

Heeseung’s quiet for a few seconds. Then, casually, “You played good tonight.” You blink, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Carried my ass a couple times.”

You let out a soft laugh. “I always do.” He chuckles too, low and warm. “You’re not gonna let me be nice, huh?”

“Mm, maybe not.”

There’s a pause, not awkward, just weighted.

“You ever think about playing just us?” he asks, voice a little softer. Your heart stutters. “Like duo by ourselves?” you say quickly, trying to play it cool. He hums. “Something like that.” You bite your lip, smiling into the darkness. “Maybe.” He doesn’t push it. Just lets the silence stretch again. “You sleepy?” he asks gently. You nod, even though he can’t see. “Yeah. You?”

“Mhm.” A beat. “Didn’t wanna sleep without hearing you again.” You go quiet, your heart going crazy. “…You’re sweet,” you whisper. He breathes a little laugh. “Don’t tell anyone.” You smile. “Secret’s safe with me.” There’s one last pause, so full of things neither of you say. Then finally, he says, “Sleep well, princess.”

“Goodnight, Hee.”

He hangs up. But you don’t sleep for a long time.

Discord is chaotic as always—half the team is yelling over each other mid-match, someone’s mic is echoing, and Sunghoon’s pretending to AFK just to piss people off. You’re trying to focus, but your mind’s a little too full of Heeseung. Ever since that late-night call, everything feels shifted. More intense. Every time he talks in call, your chest gets tight. And when his icon lights up just to say your name, it’s worse. “Okay, Saturday—Heeseung’s place?” Jake says. “Yeah, I’m in,” Sunghoon says. “Someone bring snacks.” Then Heeseung, smooth as ever, “You coming, princess?” You blink. Swallow the flutter in your chest. “Uh…yeah. Sure.” you say quickly, trying to sound casual. But barely a beat later, your screen lights up with a DM.

Heeseung [11:45 pm]

u don’t sound excited

Your lips twitch.

You [11:45 pm]

i am

Heeseung [11:46 pm]

lol?

that’s all i get?

You shake your head, smiling to yourself.

You [11:46 pm]

focus on the game hee

There’s a short pause.

Heeseung [11:47 pm]

not when you say my name like that

You bite your lip.

But before you can answer, Heeseung suddenly says in vc, “Yo—who just stole my red buff? I swear to god.” Everyone starts yelling again. The moment breaks, but not completely. It lingers underneath the noise, quiet and warm.

It’s almost 2:30 a.m. when your phone buzzes. You’re curled up in bed, scrolling aimlessly, already half-asleep. The soft glow of your screen lights up your dark room.

Heeseung [2:28 am]

u still up?

You blink at the message, a tiny smile tugging at your lips.

You [2:28 am]

barely

was abt to sleep

Heeseung [2:28 am]

wait

look at this

A photo comes through. It loads slowly, thanks to your shitty Wi-Fi, but when it does, your breath catches. Heeseung, shirtless. Pyjama pants slung low on his hips, just enough to tease, the band of his boxers peeking out. And right in the center of the frame, curled up perfectly in his lap, his small, fluffy kitty, fast asleep.

Heeseung [2:30 am]

isn’t she cute :)

You swallow, staring at the picture a little too long.

You [2:31 am]

so cute

must be comfy there too

The typing bubble appears almost immediately.

Heeseung [2:31 am]

yeah?

u jealous princess?

You grin at your screen, heart racing.

You [2:31 am]

hmm

maybe a lil :3

He doesn’t respond right away. You wonder if you went too far, until your phone vibrates again.

Heeseung [2:33 am]

could make room for u too

You stare at the words, pulse jumping.

You [2:33 am]

bold

Heeseung [2:34 am]

not bold if it’s true

u always look tired after carrying me anyway

You let out a soft laugh, trying to hide the way your cheeks are burning.

You [2:34 am]

i hate u

Heeseung [2:34 am]

no u don’t

you like me too much

You don’t reply right away. Instead, you bite your lip, heart pounding in the quiet dark.

You [2:35 am]

maybe :>

Heeseung [2:35 am]

see you saturday bby

sleep tight

You set your phone down on your chest and stare at the ceiling, grinning like an idiot. No shot you’re sleeping now.

You hadn’t seen Heeseung in two weeks, not in person, at least, but the late-night texts and flirty voice chats had kept him pressed into your mind like a fingerprint. Every time he called you “princess” every teasing message he sent before bed, made you blush behind your screen like some lovesick idiot. So yeah, now that you were about to see him again, you were nervous. Stupidly nervous. You stood in front of your mirror for way too long that afternoon, picking out something cute but not obvious, landing on a short, flowy dress that made you feel pretty. It felt casual enough not to raise eyebrows, but still, you hoped he’d notice. You wanted him to.

You met up with the others at the corner near Heeseung’s place. Everyone was buzzing with energy, talking about what games they’d play, what movies they’d watch, how long they were gonna stay. You tried to laugh along and act normal, but your heart beat louder with every step closer to his house. And then, you were there. One of the guys knocked on Heeseung’s door, you held your breath. A few seconds later, it swung open. He was standing there in a black hoodie and gray sweats, hair a little messy like he’d just run a hand through it before opening up. His eyes skimmed lazily over the group, and then landed on you. They didn’t move for a moment. Neither did yours. “Yo.” one of the others greeted him. Heeseung smirked. “You guys are late.” Then, to you, voice a little quieter, a little warmer, “You coming in, princess?” Your stomach flipped. “Uh, Yeah.” You tried to play it cool, stepping past him like your skin wasn’t already prickling from just hearing his voice up close.

You walk into the apartment, your eyes adjusting to the soft orange glow spilling across the living room. It was warm in there, literally and figuratively, the kind of cozy that made you want to curl into a blanket and never leave. Lamps instead of overhead lights, a couple of pillows tossed lazily across the couch, the faint scent of something like vanilla and laundry detergent lingering in the air. You quietly took a seat on the couch, smoothing your dress under your thighs. The fabric felt short when you sat, but you kept your expression neutral, pretending like you weren’t already hyper-aware of Heeseung moving around behind you. He dropped down into the armchair across from you, spreading his legs slightly, elbows on his knees. The hoodie he wore was unzipped, the edge of a plain white t-shirt barely clinging to his collarbones. He caught your eye for a second, just a second, and gave you a small smile. You looked away first.

The rest of the group slowly filtered into the living room, loud and casual like always. One of them kicked off their shoes and flopped dramatically onto the rug. “So,” someone said, clapping their hands together. “Are we being normal and playing something like Monopoly, or are we ruining friendships tonight with Uno?”

“Uno,” Heeseung said immediately, leaning back in his chair. “No mercy.”

“I’m voting for Mario Kart,” someone else chimed in from the floor. “Get on later and let me kick your ass, Lee.”

“Bro, last time you said that, I fucking stepped on you.”

Laughter erupted across the room. You giggled quietly, tucking your hands into your lap. It was easy being here. Loud, chaotic, but safe, like always. The way it always had been. Except…Except now Heeseung looked at you differently. They eventually settled on starting with a few board games, pushing aside the clutter on the coffee table and pulling out the boxes. Sunghoon opened the food delivery app and started taking orders—half the group wanted ramen, the other half wanted pizza. You stayed mostly quiet, watching it all unfold with a small smile, your knee gently bouncing on the couch. Every now and then, Heeseung’s eyes flicked toward you. When they did, he didn’t look away. He just watched, like he was content to see you sitting there, finally within reach again.

The living room had grown quieter since earlier, the post-game, post-food lull settling into everyone. Someone had queued up a movie, someone sprawled out across the couch and floor with blankets, while the others argued over what snacks were left and who was going to eat them. You slipped away quietly, rising from your seat and heading into the kitchen with an empty soda can in hand. The orange glow from under the cabinets bathed the room in a soft warmth, the hum of the fridge buzzing steadily behind you. You opened it, pretending to look for something, even though you weren’t really hungry. Your heart was beating too fast anyway. You closed the door and turned around, only to find Heeseung standing in the doorway. He wasn’t looking for snacks.

His hands were stuffed casually into the front pocket of his hoodie, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The laughter from the living room felt distant, muffled by the walls between you. He stepped inside slowly, letting the door swing shut behind him. “Been looking at you all night.” he said, voice low. You blinked, caught off guard. “What?” His eyes dropped, just for a second, to your dress—the way it clung softly to your waist before fluttering down your thighs. “That little dress,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You wore it for me, didn’t you?” You scoffed softly, trying to hide the way your stomach turned. “Shut up.” He tilted his head, amused. “What? I’m wrong?” You didn’t answer. He stepped closer. Not touching you yet, just close enough that you could smell the fabric softener clinging to his hoodie.

“You look so pretty, princess.” he said gently. Your breath hitched. The nickname sounded different when he said it here, alone, with the world gone quiet around you. No Discord call. No other people. Just him—tall and warm and real in front of you. “You’re gonna make me blush.” you whispered, glancing up at him through your lashes. He smiled. “That’s kind of the point.”

His hand rose slowly, like he didn’t want to startle you, and he touched your cheek. Fingers warm against your skin. You leaned into it without thinking, eyes fluttering shut. And then he kissed you. Soft and slow. Just enough pressure to make your knees feel a little unsteady. He kissed you like he’d wanted to for a while. And you kissed him back. Your hand came up to rest against the curve of his chest, clutching the fabric of his hoodie like you were afraid to let go. His thumb brushed your cheek. You sighed into him, and he pressed his forehead to yours for a second before pulling back slightly.

Before either of you could say anything, a voice echoed faintly from the other room, “I’ll go grab a beer, y’all want something?” You both froze, then stifled a laugh. Heeseung’s hand lingered on your face a moment longer before slipping away. “You should go,” he said quietly, eyes locked on yours. “Before someone comes in here and ruins it.” You smiled, breathless. “Yeah…” But neither of you moved.

You were the first to step back into the living room. No one looked up, the movie was too loud, and everyone else was too busy bickering over what just happened in the plot. You sank back into your spot on the couch, heartbeat still trying to even out, trying to act normal. Like Heeseung’s mouth hadn’t just been on yours. A few seconds later, he came in too, casually, like he’d just gone to the bathroom or gotten a drink or something. But instead of dropping into his old seat across the room, he sat beside you.

Right beside you. No one said anything. No one noticed. But you did. You were hyper-aware of every shift—the way the cushion dipped slightly under his weight, the warmth of his thigh brushing yours. You didn’t even dare look at him at first. You just stared ahead, pretending to focus on the screen. Then, his hand landed on your thigh. Your breath caught, but it wasn’t like that. It was soft, subtle. Just a palm resting over the fabric of your dress like it belonged there.

He didn’t move it. Didn’t squeeze, didn’t tease. He just…let it be there. And somehow, that was even worse. Eventually, the others started yelling at the TV again, someone shouting “YOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU GO INTO THE BASEMENT ALONE?” and the whole room dissolved into laughter. Heeseung’s hand slid away. But only to settle beside your thigh, knuckles just barely brushing the hem of your dress. You hesitated, heart thudding, before you let your pinky drop, feather-light, against his.

And he hooked it, like it was nothing. Like it was everything. You finally looked up at him, hust briefly. His gaze was already on you. He didn’t smile, not quite. But his expression softened, like he was memorizing this, keeping it tucked away somewhere quiet just for him. Your cheeks burned, you looked away, but you didn’t pull your hand back.

It was late when everyone finally started gathering their things. The movie had long since ended, and the energy in the room was quiet and warm, a buzz of satisfied laughter and sleepy goodbyes. Shoes were slipped on, jackets thrown over shoulders, as one by one, people trickled toward the front door. You were the last to follow. Dragging your steps a little, pretending you were still putting your phone in your bag, but really, you were just hoping he’d say something. Do something. And he did.

As you reached the door, Heeseung caught your wrist gently. Just for a second. Just enough to make you stop and glance back at him. He stepped closer, leaning down just slightly. And before you could even say anything, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Warm. Quick. So casual, but not casual at all. His lips lingered for just a second before pulling back. “Goodnight, princess.” he murmured. Your chest fluttered. You tried to respond, but your words caught somewhere between your throat and your racing heart. All you could do was smile, cheeks burning, as you stepped out into the night. You didn’t even remember saying goodbye to the others. You just kept touching your cheek where his mouth had been.

Another night, another game. Everyone was online, the Discord call full of laughing and yelling as you all loaded into a League match. But it felt different this time. You could feel it immediately, even before Heeseung joined. Your heart jumped a little when his icon lit up green. “Yo.” he said, like always. “Hi.” you replied softly. He hummed, low and warm. “Miss me already?” Someone snorted in the background, Kai probably, but you didn’t even flinch. “Maybe a little,” you said, light and teasing. “Don’t let it get to your head.” He chuckled. “Too late, princess.” Nobody commented. Nobody knew. But you could hear the grin in his voice, and the sound made something tug low in your stomach. You played League. You laughed with the others. The usual trash talk flew back and forth, but the way Heeseung talked to you now? It wasn’t the same.

When you stole a kill from him, he groaned dramatically. “Wow. Can’t believe my own girlfriend would do me like that.” You choked. “Heeseung—!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “Still pending, I guess.”

Kai laughed. “Damn, she’s got you whipped.”

Heeseung only hummed again. “Can you blame me?”

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t deny it. You just pushed your mic away a little, smiled at your screen, and kept playing.

You were mid-game, headset on, pretending to be fully focused, but your phone kept lighting up beside you. You shouldn’t have looked.

Heeseung [11:26 pm]

u looked really pretty yesterday btw

Your fingers stuttered on the keyboard.

You [11:26 pm]

heeseung please focus i’m literally dying in mid rn

Heeseung [11:26 pm]

how am i supposed to focus when u looked like that in that dress

unfair tbh

Your face was burning. You typed quickly, glancing at your minimap.

You [11:26 pm]

stop distracting me :(

Heeseung [11:27 pm]

can’t help it

u get all shy when i text u and it’s cute asf

You tried so hard to keep a straight face. Then, right when you were getting pushed under tower, Heeseung’s champion appeared in lane. Ganked clean. You got the kill. “Nice!” you said out loud, a little breathless. And then you heard it through the headset. “That’s my girl,” Heeseung murmured. You giggled. Couldn’t even help it. The call exploded.

“Kill me already,” Sunghoon groaned. “Get a room.”

“I’m gonna uninstall.” someone else muttered.

You pressed a hand over your smile, pretending to focus again, but your phone lit up once more:

Heeseung [11:30 pm]

u liked that baby?

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh again. The match was still going, your screen full of chaos, but all you could think about was the heat spreading over your cheeks.

You [11:30 pm]

maybe i didd

The typing bubble popped up right away.

Heeseung [11:30 pm]

yeah?

bet you’d like it even more if i whispered it in ur ear while u were on my lap

Your stomach flipped, pulse thudding deep in your chest. You squeezed your knees together under your desk and stared at your screen, barely registering the game anymore.

You [11:31 pm]

hee.

stoppp that’s not fair :(

Heeseung [11:31 pm]

aww baby’s getting all shy now?

cute

You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t need you to. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. And when he pinged on the map again to come help you in lane, you swear your hands were trembling.

It was past 2 a.m. now. The group was deep into another League match, your sixth of the night. And the fourth loss. Everyone was tilted. Half-joking, swearing under their breath. But Heeseung…Heeseung was seething. You could hear it in the way he was clicking. Rapid, furious, sharp. His voice had dropped into this low, tight drawl as he muttered, “This jungler’s a bot. Actually brainless.” You shouldn’t have found it attractive. But the heat in his voice, the frustration curling behind every breath, it made your stomach flutter. But then his mic went quiet. You knew that silence. The kind that was dangerous. “Bro, this is unplayable,” Heeseung muttered suddenly. His voice sounded a bit raspy and tired. “I can’t do this shit anymore. I’m out.” Disconnect.

The call fell into stunned silence for a second. Then Sunghoon sighed. “Yikes.” Your heart dropped. You stared at your screen for a long second, your fingers frozen over your keyboard. You hadn’t even typed “gg.” You stayed quiet. Just tried to blink back the weird sting that hit you way too fast. “I’m gonna switch to Valorant,” Jay said. “Anyone else?”

“I’m in,” you mumbled, a little too quickly. You didn’t want to log off. Not yet. Not if he texted. So you launched the game, joined a party, and tried to laugh along with the others, but every second that passed, your eyes flicked down to your phone. Still nothing.

It was almost 4 a.m. by the time you logged off. You barely said goodbye, too drained from the string of losses, but more so from the ache in your chest that had settled there after Heeseung left the call. He didn’t text. Not once. You went through your usual motions anyway. Washed your face, pulled on an oversized tee, got under the covers with your phone still in hand, brightness low, just mindlessly scrolling. Checking Instagram, discord, his profile—more than once. Still nothing. Your screen dimmed. You stared at the faint glow on your ceiling, curled under your blanket, and tried not to overthink it. You told yourself he was just mad at the game, not at you. Your phone eventually slipped from your hand onto the pillow beside you. And sometime after, you drifted off, eyes closed, heart a little too heavy for sleep to come easy.

Buzz.

Your screen lit up softly in the dark. You squinted one eye open.

Heeseung [4:21 am]

sry abt that

Your heart thumped. You reached for your phone with a sleepy hand, your fingers a little clumsy as you unlocked it.

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:21 am]

wasn’t mad at u or anything

And then, after a moment:

Heeseung [4:23 am]

missed ur voice tbh

Your breath caught. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, your chest warm, a smile curling on your lips as you looked at the screen.

You [4:24 am]

it was boring without u :(

There was barely a pause before your phone buzzed again.

Heeseung [4:24 am]

yeah baby?

That one made your breath hitch. You turned onto your back, screen hovering above your face now, your lips pressing together to contain the smile threatening to break free.

You [4:24 am]

mhm

wanted u there

The typing bubble appeared again. Stopped. Then came back.

Heeseung [4:25 am]

wanted to be there too

but u know how i get with that game lol

You giggled softly.

You [4:25 am]

i do

but u still sounded hot all pissed off like that

You waited, then cringed a little, your heart racing like ‘shit why did i say that’. A second later:

Heeseung [4:26 am]

oh yeah?

u like when i’m mad baby?

should’ve seen me after i logged off

was thinking abt u

Your heart stilled.

Heeseung [4:26 am]

couldn’t stop thinking abt ur thighs

Your hand went to your chest like you could calm the thunder in your heart.

You [4:26 am]

hee.

you can’t say stuff like that rn

Heeseung [4:27 am]

why not?

no one’s around

just me n my sleepy girl

You [4:27 am]

hmm

u like my thighs? :3

Heeseung [4:27 am]

i love them baby

You stared at his last message, your pulse loud in your ears. You swallowed. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a moment before you typed.

You [4:28 am]

u love them?

Heeseung [4:28 am]

mmhmm

love how soft they looked when u sat next to me

kept thinking abt how warm u’d feel on my lap

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, breath catching. You hesitated. Then, slowly, like some part of you needed him to see, you pushed the blanket down. Your legs were folded up, thighs squished slightly together. Your tiny shorts clung to you, barely covering the top of your legs. With one hand, you tugged your shirt up just enough to show a sliver of your tummy, skin warm and soft under the low light of your phone screen. Your finger trembled as you tapped the shutter. You stared at the photo for a long moment. You didn’t look perfect, not posed like other girls might be. But something about it felt so real. So you sent it anyway.

You [4:30 am]

here :)

Three seconds passed. Then five.

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:30 am]

jesus baby

you’re gonna kill me

so fucking pretty

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:30 am]

can’t stop looking

want u so bad right now

Your body was warm all over. You stared at his words with your bottom lip between your teeth, your legs slowly stretching under the blanket again, your heart racing faster than it had all night. You type with shaky fingers.

You [4:31 am]

want u too :(

miss u

You don’t even care how needy it sounds, because it’s true. You miss the way he looked at you when no one else was watching. You miss the warmth of his hand next to yours. You miss how soft his lips were on yours.

Heeseung [4:31 am]

fuck baby

wish i could sneak into ur bed rn

kiss u slow n make u feel good

You bite your lip hard. Your whole body feels electric , flushed with adrenaline and want. You prop your phone up for a moment, your hand slipping under your oversized shirt. Your palm covers your left tit, squeezing softly. Your thighs shift and spread slightly as you angle the camera, lifting your shirt a little, enough to show a peek of tummy, the curve of your waist, the swell of your thighs pressed together in the low light. You snap the photo, heart hammering. And before you can change your mind, you send it.

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:33 am]

holy fuck

look at u baby…

can’t believe u sent this to me

Buzz.

Heeseung [4:33 am]

ur unreal

my pretty girl

all mine yeah?

Your legs curl up under the blanket again, warmth spreading between your thighs as you try to calm your breathing, but it’s impossible now, he’s everywhere, in your head, under your skin.

You [4:34 am]

mhm! only urs

want u so bad :((

Your pulse thunders in your ears as you shift on the bed, tugging your shirt higher. You take your shorts off, leaving your panties on, the cotton clinging to your pussy, soaked through, and you let your legs fall open. One hand moves to squeeze your tit, fingers covering your nipple, the curve of your breast spilling out just enough. Your shirt’s bunched under your chin, tummy soft and exposed. You lift your phone, and take a picture. You stare at it for a moment. You feel sick with nerves. Then:

You [4:35 am]

see? :(

You send the photo and immediately regret it. Not because you don’t want him to see it—you do, so badly—but because now there’s nothing. No reply. You stare at your screen, chewing your bottom lip. One minute passes. Then two. Then three. Your stomach twists, nerves bubbling up like soda fizz under your skin. Was it too much? Did you freak him out? You reach for your phone again just as the screen lights up.

Heeseung [4:39 am]

….

Your breath catches.

Heeseung [4:39 am]

princess i’m so fucking hard rn…

You bite down on your lip, heart pounding, legs still spread. His message replays in your head again and again. You can’t help yourself.

You [4:40 am]

proof? :3

The typing bubble appears instantly. Then disappears. Then it’s still again for a moment, until your screen lights up with a photo. He’s shirtless, skin flushed, abs tight. His hand is cupping his bulge through soft gray sweats, and the outline is obscene. Big. Thick. Heavy. You swear you let out the softest gasp, your thighs instinctively rubbing together. He’s huge. You press your phone to your chest, eyes wide, heart fluttering out of rhythm.

You [4:40 am]

ugh hee this is so unfair :((

Heeseung [4:41 am]

wanna make it fair baby

want u to touch yourself for me

You don’t even think. Your fingers are already slipping under the waistband of your panties before you start typing, your other hand barely steady.

You [4:41 am]

i’m already touching myself hee :( can’t stop

Your cheeks burn, your breath shaky as you press down, wet, aching, throbbing for him.

Heeseung [4:42 am]

fuck princess

wish i was there

i’d take care of u so good

you’d be shaking on my fingers

Your head falls back against your pillow as you whimper, reading and rereading his messages. He’s so good with his words, you feel them in your chest, between your legs, everywhere.

Heeseung [4:42 am]

how are u touching yourself baby?

You can’t even think straight anymore. His messages have your body burning, soaked and aching, and your fingers are moving slow, desperate circles over your clit, and all you can think about is him. The weight of his hand. The sound of his voice. His lips saying “that’s my girl.” You need him to see you like this. You pull the covers back just a little, breathing shaky as you lift your phone. One hand slips back under the waistband of your panties, your fingers teasing just enough to make your thighs twitch. You snap a photo. Your hand between your legs. Your panties slightly tugged down. Your thighs soft and parted. You’re trembling when you hit send.

You [4:43 am]

…

Seconds feel like hours.

Heeseung [4:43 am]

jesus fucking christ

look at you

fuck

keep touching yourself just like that

pretend it’s me

Your thumb hovers over the keyboard, the other hand still moving—slow, desperate circles on your clit, slick and messy. You’re so close already it’s dizzying.

You [4:43 am]

i always pretend it’s u hee :(

You hit send, barely able to see straight. It takes him a moment.

Heeseung [4:44 am]

fuck baby

you’re driving me insane

wish i could hear u right now

whimpering all soft and needy

Another sharp flick of your wrist and you gasp, eyes fluttering shut. You are whimpering, broken, breathy sounds you try to muffle into your pillow.

Heeseung [4:44 am]

keep rubbing that pretty little pussy for me

slow circles baby just like i’d do it

make yourself cum for me yeah?

You [4:44 am]

mhm :((

are u touching yourself too?

You send it while circling your clit just the way he told you to—slow, trembling, and wet. You can barely keep your hand steady, your thighs twitching at every glide. A second later, his response lights up your screen.

Heeseung [4:45 am]

yes baby

can’t help it

your pictures, your little sounds in my head

i’m so hard it hurts

That does it. You rub harder, faster, the heat coiling deep in your belly, your hips stuttering into your hand as you let out a tiny gasp, cheeks flushed, lip caught between your teeth. You need more, and he knows it.

Heeseung [4:46 am]

baby

put ur fingers inside for me

pretend it’s my fingers deep inside u

You whimper at the message, already sliding your fingers down lower, slipping them in without resistance. You’re so wet, they glide in easily, your head tilting back at the stretch, the heat, the ache.

Heeseung [4:46 am]

god i wish it was me

wish i could feel how tight you are

i’d fuck u nice and slow

You moan into your pillow, fingers curling, fucking yourself just like he would—thinking about his voice in your ear, his breath on your skin, the way he’d whisper praises in your ear while kissing your neck. It hits hard, your orgasm ripping through you in waves, thighs trembling around your hand, lips parted in a silent cry. You stay like that for a moment, ruined and flushed, before managing to pull your hand away. Still breathless, you lift your phone with shaky fingers and take another photo—your soaked fingers, a glossy string of cum stretched between them.

You [4:48 am]

made a mess for u hee :)

Heeseung [4:48am]

fuck…

fuck princess

i’m gonna cum

You’re still catching your breath when your phone buzzes again.

Heeseung [4:50 am]

you’re unreal baby

so pretty

so good for me

my perfect girl

You smile, cheeks hot, curled beneath your blanket now, the ache between your legs softening into warmth. You type slowly, eyes heavy with sleep.

You [4:50 am]

hee

u make me feel so good :(

want u here

wanna fall asleep on your chest

Heeseung [4:51 am]

i’d hold u so close princess

kiss ur forehead

play with ur hair til u fall asleep

You let out a soft, sleepy giggle into your pillow.

You [4:51 am]

mm that sounds perfect

goodnight hee <3

Heeseung [4:51 am]

goodnight baby

dream of me yeah?

<33

You tuck your phone under your pillow, smile still lingering on your lips as your eyes flutter shut, his words wrapped around you like a blanket.

You wake up to the soft buzz of your phone against your sheets, light from the screen spilling across your pillow.

27 new messages.

Your stomach flips. The group chat is blowing up and your name is all over it.

Sunoo

okay so it’s settled?? Heeseung’s place again??

Jungwon

yup tonight

Sunghoon

y/n don’t forget your controller

Jay

does she even know what’s happening rn

You stare at the screen, frozen. Heeseung’s place. Your cheeks burn as last night flashes in your mind, his voice, his texts, your fingers between your thighs. The pictures you sent. The ones he sent. And now… this? What if it’s weird now? What if it was just fun for him in the moment, but he doesn’t actually want you? What if he regrets it, and you’re showing up like a fool? You’re overthinking. Still, your fingers hover above the keyboard, hesitation burning in your chest. Then a new message pops up.

Heeseung

y/n are u in?

Three words. That’s all it takes to make your heart skip. You wait, ten seconds, twenty, trying not to read too much into it. Then, finally, you reply.

You

yeah :)

You stare at the little smiley face, hoping it doesn’t look too nervous. Hoping he sees it and hears the ‘please still want me’ in your head. Your phone buzzes again.

Heeseung [1:27 pm] (privately)

morning princess

missed u already

You [1:27 pm]

morning hee

missed u too <3

You send it before you can overthink, then hide your face in your pillow, kicking your legs. Your stomach is still tight with nerves, but his reply melts them just enough to let a smile creep in.

You’re staring at your reflection again. For the third time. Your skirt is short, but not too short, you tell yourself, sitting perfectly on your waist. The soft grey cardigan you picked out earlier clings to your frame just enough to show it off, the top buttons left undone so collarbones and chest show. You’re wearing perfume, a subtle one, the same one you wore last time at his place. You look cute. You know you do. You just hope he notices. Hope he wants you still. Hope none of what happened the other night has changed the way he looks at you.

Your phone buzzes again.

Sunoo

on our way! be there in 10

You grab your bag, swipe on a little extra lip balm, and head out. Fast-forward to Heeseung’s front door, everyone’s already inside laughing and talking as you step in. The same cozy orange light glows through the living room, voices echoing through the apartment. And then you see him, sitting on the edge of the couch in a hoodie and sweatpants, hair slightly messy like always, exactly how you like it. He turns his head the second you walk in. And you swear his eyes trail down your body, slow and shameless.

“Hey.” he says, voice low, lips lifting into the slightest smirk. “Hey.” you mumble, already feeling your cheeks warm. “You look cute.” he says simply. Like it’s just a fact. You barely manage a quiet “thank you.” before Sunghoon yells something about Mario Kart and the moment is gone. But not really, because you can feel his gaze on you even when you’re looking away.

The night has that same warm, familiar glow as last time—soft lights casting a gentle hue over Heeseung’s living room, the TV humming low as the next movie rolls. Everyone’s sprawled around the room now, Sunghoon’s half-asleep already with a bowl of popcorn resting on his chest, Jay and Sunoo are arguing playfully about which horror movie is better, and Heeseung’s legs are stretched out in front of the couch where you’re curled up on one end, hugging a fluffy pillow. Your skirt’s ruffled from how you’ve been shifting to get comfy, the neckline of your cardigan dipping slightly as you sink deeper into the cushions. You feel his gaze again, subtle but heavy. You glance up just in time to catch it, and he doesn’t even look away. He just smirks a little. You flush. Again.

Trying to act casual, you tuck your legs under yourself, tugging the hem of your skirt down just a little more. The warmth of the room, the quiet chatter, the way Heeseung hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked in, it’s all making you drowsy. By the time the third movie starts playing, your head is dipped against the couch, your cheek pressed to your arm. You fight it for a bit, blinking slow, barely following the plot, but your body is already giving in. Your breathing slows, your limbs go still, and eventually…you fall asleep. Heeseung notices immediately. At first, he just glances over, ready to make a comment, maybe tease you, but the words never come out. Instead, his expression softens. The curve of your lashes against your cheek, the way your lips part ever so slightly when you exhale, it’s enough to make his heart stutter.

He shifts, propping his elbow on the couch, letting his fingers curl against his cheek, watching you in silence while everyone else reacts to whatever’s happening on screen. You’re practically glowing under the dim light, blanket half falling off your thighs, cardigan slipping off one shoulder just enough to make him swallow hard. A while passes like that. Quiet. Intimate. Like it’s just the two of you in the room. Then Jay says something about it being past 3AM, and someone stands, stretching with a dramatic groan. “Should we bounce?” Sunghoon asks, rubbing his eyes. Jay nods. “Yeah, i’m dead. Heeseung, all good?” Heeseung tears his eyes away from you for the first time in a while. “Yeah.” Someone notices you next. “She’s out cold.” Jay leans in, whispering loudly. “You want us to wake her?”

Heeseung shakes his head, protective without even realizing it. “No. Don’t. She’s fine.” And just like that, they gather their things. Shoes are slipped on, phones grabbed off chargers, quiet goodbyes are mumbled, but Heeseung stays seated beside you, gaze still locked on your sleeping form. When the door finally closes and the apartment is quiet again, he stays still. His living room is bathed in that same soft orange glow, the credits roll on the TV, and you’re still there, breathing slow and peaceful, curled up with your lashes fluttering faintly, as if even in your sleep, you know he’s watching. He shifts just a little closer. You stir slightly when you feel the couch dip beside you, your body still heavy with sleep. “Hey, princess,” a voice murmurs, soft and warm near your ear. “Everyone left.” You blink up at him, slow and disoriented, eyes adjusting to the dim light. “Oh…I fell asleep?” Heeseung’s face is close, framed by the golden hue of the room, his smile gentle and just a little smug.

“Yeah,” he says, brushing a thumb lightly over your cheek. “You looked too cute to wake up.” You bite back a flustered smile, pulling the blanket tighter around your body. “You could’ve at least nudged me…” He shrugs, still looking at you like you hung the stars. “Didn’t want to. You looked peaceful.”

Your heart flutters, cheeks warming as your sleepiness starts to fade. He doesn’t move away, his face is still close, his hand resting beside your waist. The room feels warmer than it did earlier, quieter. Like everything outside of this couch doesn’t matter right now. You shift a little, your voice still a bit hushed. “So…it’s just us now?” Heeseung hums, tilting his head. “Yeah.” A pause.“You wanna stay a bit longer?” he adds. “Just us?” And the look he gives you isn’t teasing, not this time. It’s curious and hopeful.

You nod, still wrapped in the blanket, and sit up a little. A quiet yawn slips out before you bring your hand up to rub your eyes, still groggy, still warm from sleep. When you look up at him again, Heeseung’s already watching you, so closely, his gaze soft and heavy, like you’re the only thing in the world worth looking at. His lips are slightly parted, his expression unreadable but so full of something you’ve never seen from him before, not like this. Your heart stutters. Maybe it’s the quiet of the room. Maybe it’s the way he hasn’t looked away from you once. Maybe it’s the leftover warmth from your late-night texts, from the ache you haven’t been able to shake since. But something makes you reach out, slow and uncertain, your fingers brushing against his cheek before settling there gently. His skin is warm under your touch, and his lashes flutter just slightly at the contact, but he doesn’t move away.

Heeseung leans into your hand just the tiniest bit. And then, before you can overthink it, before you can get too scared, you lean in. Your lips press softly against his, barely there at first, just enough to feel the way he exhales sharply through his nose. His hand brushes lightly against your knee under the blanket, but he doesn’t pull you closer, doesn’t rush it. He just lets you kiss him, lets you decide. When you slowly pull back, your breath catching in your throat, you meet his eyes again. He’s smiling, soft, in awe, and he whispers, “Hey.”

A small laugh escapes your lips, bashful and sweet. “Hi.” You don’t say anything else for a second, both of you just sitting there in the glow of the room. And something in the way he’s looking at you, so soft, so wanting, makes the nerves dissolve into something deeper, heavier, needier. So you kiss him again.

This time with more pressure, more feeling, like all the nights of tension are finally spilling out through your lips. Your hand slips from his cheek to the back of his head, threading into his hair gently, and you feel him breathe in sharply when you do. His hands grip your waist and pull you effortlessly into his lap, and you melt against him, thighs bracketing his hips as his touch slides down to caress them slowly, reverently. You sigh softly into his mouth, and he hums in response, the sound low and satisfied. His fingers squeeze just above your knees, coaxing you closer until there’s nothing between you but heat and fabric.

Your arms wind around his shoulders, fingers threading into his hair as the kiss deepens, grows hungrier, but still soft around the edges. His lips break from yours for only a moment, breath shaky against your cheek. “Could kiss you forever.” he whispers, voice rough and thick. Your lips are still barely touching when you whisper it—quiet, breathless, almost like a confession. “I missed you.” He pauses, eyes searching yours, hands still resting on your waist like he’s afraid to let go. His voice is gentler when he replies, like he’s matching your softness.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, brushing his thumb along the hem of your cardigan. “I missed you too, princess. So much.” You feel your cheeks heat up, but you don’t look away, not this time. Not when he’s holding you like that, not when he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. A shaky breath escapes you before you murmur, “You have no idea how much I thought about you.” Heeseung tilts his head, his thumb tracing slow circles on your waist. “Yeah, baby?” he asks softly, like he’s afraid to hope. “Tell me.” You press your lips together for a moment before whispering, “I couldn’t stop replaying everything…the way you looked at me, the way you talked to me last night. I couldn’t sleep.” He lets out the faintest exhale, something between a sigh and a groan, like your words hit him right in the chest. “I know,” he says, brushing his nose against yours. “You’ve been in my head ever since i met you.” You look up at him again, shy and aching. “I was scared maybe you changed your mind.”

“Not even close,” he says without hesitation. “You don’t get it…I haven’t wanted someone like this, ever.” Your fingers curl into his hoodie, heart thudding. His lips find yours again, slower, more sure. His hands cradle you like he can’t believe you’re real. “I want you, Heeseung.” For a second, he just stares at you, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Then he leans in, lips brushing yours, voice dropping into something husky and warm, so low it shoots straight through your spine. “Show me how much, baby.” You don’t hesitate. You crash your lips to his in a filthy, needy kiss—nothing like the soft ones you shared before. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as your body presses flush against his. He groans into your mouth, both arms wrapping around you, dragging you further onto his lap. His fingers slide up beneath your cardigan, caressing the soft skin of your waist, and your hips roll instinctively. Heeseung’s lips move feverishly against yours, and everything about him feels hot and overwhelming, like he’s been holding himself back for far too long. “You drive me crazy.” he mutters against your lips, breathless. You only kiss him harder in response, fingers clutching the sides of his jaw like you never want to let go.

His hands drift lower, until they slip beneath the hem of your skirt. You gasp softly into the kiss when his palms find the soft flesh of your thighs, then higher, until he’s gripping your ass with both hands, squeezing gently but possessively. “You’re so cute, baby.” he murmurs against your mouth, his voice thick with need and affection. You whimper, biting down softly on your lower lip as you pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are dark, hooded, roaming over your face like he’s trying to memorize every little expression. Your cheeks flush, your hands stay tangled in his hair, your body warm and trembling in his lap. “You make me feel so…” you whisper, unsure how to finish the sentence with how full your chest feels. Heeseung leans in again, kissing you slower this time, his thumbs tracing soft circles over your skin. “I know,” he whispers. “Me too.”

Without even thinking, your hips begin to move , slow, subtle rolls against his lap, just seeking friction, something to ease the ache building between your thighs. You don’t even realize what you’re doing at first, too lost in the feeling of him, the way his hands are holding you, the way his lips feel on yours. But the second you hear him exhale, a deep, shuddering breath, you freeze. “Princess…” he murmurs, his voice all rough and low, like he’s holding back. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your cheeks burning. “Hee…” you whisper, flustered, your fingers gripping his shoulders for balance. “I didn’t mean to—” His hands slide up your back slowly, soothing. “Don’t hide from me,” he says, and you feel him smile softly against your temple. “Keep going, baby.” Your breath catches, and you nod slowly, your lips brushing his skin as you speak. Your hips keep moving against him, soft and needy, your fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie like it’s the only thing grounding you. “Hee…” you breathe, your voice trembling as your lips brush against the warm skin of his neck. “You feel so good…”

Your soft moan spills out before you can stop it—quiet, breathy, but it sends a sharp jolt through Heeseung. His grip on your waist tightens as his cock throbs beneath you, straining against his sweats. “Fuck, baby…” he groans, his voice rough and low. “You sound so good—gonna make me lose my mind.” You shiver at his words. You try to bury your face even deeper into his neck, cheeks burning. “Stop…” you whisper shyly, squirming in his lap, but not enough to actually get away. “Don’t say stuff like that…” He laughs softly, the sound husky and fond as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Why not?” he murmurs. “It’s true. You’re so fucking cute when you’re like this…all needy and shy in my lap.”

Your body moves again, hips rolling against him with a little more need, a little more desperation. Each soft moan and whimper that escapes your lips only fuels him more, your breath catching every time your clothed core drags along the thick bulge in his sweats. “Ngh…” you whimper, clinging to him. “Mmh—just like that, baby…” Heeseung groans, deep and low, his hands sliding down your waist until they’re gripping your ass again, squeezing it firmly. His fingers dig in just a little as he helps guide your movements, encouraging you to grind harder against him, a soft moan leaving your mouth. “Yeah?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “That what you want, princess?” You nod quickly, too dizzy to speak. He chuckles under his breath, hands keeping you steady as he rocks you against him, the pressure sending sparks through your whole body. “So pretty—so fucking soft—can’t get enough of you…”

His hands slip beneath your cardigan slowly, warm palms cupping your breasts over your bra, and the soft moan that escapes you only makes his breath hitch. “Fuck…” he murmurs, voice low and strained as he palms at you, thumbing over the fabric. You’re trembling, but still, you find the courage to sit back just enough to slowly shrug your cardigan off, cheeks burning as it falls to the couch behind you. You look up at him with wide, shy eyes, your chest rising and falling. His jaw drops slightly. “Holy fuck…” he breathes, eyes glued to the way your breasts spill against the bra, soft and full. He wastes no time, hands grabbing them over the fabric, squeezing them in his palms. “You like them, Hee?” you whisper shyly, barely able to meet his eyes.

He lets out a soft, strained laugh, eyes dark. “Princess,” he groans, “I’m so fucking hard right now, what do you think?” Your whole face flushes hot, lips parted slightly. Still, you manage a soft, almost breathless, “You can take it off…if you wanna,” your voice fragile, and your eyes impossibly big and trusting. He stares at you like you just gave him the universe. Heeseung doesn’t say anything right away, just watches you for a moment, barely holding himself together. Then, slowly, he leans in. His lips find your neck, soft and warm, pressing kisses down the delicate skin like he’s savoring you. Each one slower than the last, trailing lower with every breath you take. Your eyes flutter shut, your fingers threading back into his hair as a shaky sigh slips from your lips.

His hands move with purpose, sliding behind you, and you feel the gentle tug as his fingers find the clasp of your bra. With one flick, it comes undone. The straps fall loose against your arms, and he pulls back slightly, eyes meeting yours. You give him a small nod, cheeks burning. He pushes the straps off your shoulders and lets the bra fall between you. Then his hands return to your chest, palms warm and reverent as he cups you fully now, skin to skin. He groans softly, like he can’t help it, like the feel of you is too much. “So soft,” he mutters, squeezing you gently. “So fucking perfect…” Your head tilts slightly with a quiet whimper, lips parted, body buzzing with heat as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, teasing and slow. “You’re driving me insane, princess,” he breathes, voice thick and low. “You’re too pretty for your own good.”

You lean in just a little, shy but needy, and Heeseung catches on instantly. His hands slide up your sides again, and he brings his mouth to your chest, kissing over the soft swell before wrapping his lips around one nipple. He sucks gently, warm tongue flicking, lips tugging just enough to make you gasp. One of his hands squeezes the other breast while his mouth works you, slow and purposeful. You whimper, back arching instinctively, and your hips begin to move again, grinding softly against the bulge straining beneath you. He switches sides, his mouth now on your other breast, sucking, licking, groaning low in his throat like he can’t get enough of you. “You like it, princess?” he murmurs between kisses, breath warm against your skin. “mhm” you whine softly, your eyes shut tight as you let the pleasure wash over you. He chuckles, proud and a little breathless himself. “Yeah? Then keep going, baby.” he murmurs, voice thick. His hands settle on your hips, helping guide your rhythm as you rock against him. “Just like that.”

His mouth returns to your chest, and the room fills with quiet whimpers, heavy breathing, and the soft sound of his lips on your skin. Your fingers tug gently at the hem of his shirt, your voice barely above a whisper. “Hee…” Heeseung doesn’t hesitate, he pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion and tosses it aside, and you can’t help the soft gasp that escapes your lips. Your eyes roam his toned chest, the sharp lines of his abs catching the dim light. You bite your lip, hands instinctively rising to trace along the ridges, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your trembling fingertips. Still grinding against him, you lean forward slowly, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck. One after another, each one deeper, needier. His breath catches when your lips suck gently, leaving behind faint red marks, proof of how badly you want him.

He groans, low and raspy, and his hands return to your ass, squeezing hard, pulling you closer as your grinding becomes more desperate. “Fuck, baby.” he whispers, voice thick and strained, his head falling back just slightly as your mouth moves along his neck. His grip on your ass tightens as he helps guide your hips faster, harder—grinding down on the thick bulge straining beneath you. Every drag of him against your clothed cunt sends sparks through your body, his cock catching perfectly on your clit, the pressure unbearable in the best way. Your moans come out higher now, breathy and helpless, and it only spurs him on. He groans low, “You’re gonna cum, princess?” You nod frantically, eyes squeezed shut, hips rocking with desperate rhythm. “Please…Hee, please—”

He doesn’t make you beg more than that. One of his hands slips down between your bodies, under your skirt, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties. He rubs small, fast circles on your clit, syncing with your grinding, the friction making you cry out. “Shit, you’re so wet.” he breathes, watching you fall apart on top of him. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” And you can only nod again, whimpering, as your orgasm builds sharp and fast in your gut—his voice in your ear, his hands on your body, everything pushing you closer and closer. You tremble as the wave crashes over you, tugging on his hair as your orgasm hits—your soft, broken whimpers filling his ears as you finish, your body melting in his arms. Heeseung wraps you up, his hand stroking gently up and down your back as he whispers, “Good girl…so good for me.”

Still catching your breath, you lift your head, take his face in both your hands, and kiss him deeply, slow and messy and full of all the want that had been simmering between you for weeks. When you finally pull back, your lips are kiss-swollen, your cheeks flushed, your eyes shy, but burning with something he can’t look away from. You shift off his lap, still trembling a little, and settle down between his legs instead. Sitting back on your knees, you look up at him through your lashes, arms resting against his thighs, pressing your soft chest together just a little. “Fuck.” he breathes, his voice raspier now, his eyes dark as they rake over you. His cock is twitching in his pants, straining, aching, just from the way you’re looking at him. Just from you. “Princess…” he says low, barely holding himself back. Your voice comes out breathy and shy, but so full of want it makes his head spin. “I wanna make you feel good, Hee…”

Heeseung’s eyes drop to your hands as they move gently over the hard bulge in his pants, slow and curious, your fingers tentative but so eager. He swears under his breath, biting down on his lip, the way you look up at him so innocent while touching him nearly making him lose his mind. “Shit, baby…” he groans, hips twitching slightly into your touch. “You’re driving me crazy.” You blink up at him, a soft smile tugging on your lips as your hands press a little firmer, rubbing him through the fabric. “Let me?” you ask quietly, so sweet, so soft, like you’re asking for permission to ruin him. He cups your cheek, brushing his thumb along your skin, voice low and wrecked. “You can do anything you want to me, princess.” You give him the softest kiss on the cheek, your lips lingering just a second longer, like a promise.

Then, slowly, with trembling fingers, you tug down his sweatpants and boxers, your breath catching when his cock springs free—big, leaking, heavy against his stomach. Your thighs instinctively press together at the sight, and your lips part slightly, like you’re already imagining how he might taste. “God…” Heeseung exhales, his head tipping back as he watches you through lidded eyes. You wrap both hands around him delicately, like you’re handling something precious, and lean in, placing a soft, innocent kiss right on the tip. Your eyes flick up to meet his as you do, wide, shimmering, so sweet it makes his jaw clench. “You’re so pretty, Hee…” you whisper, kissing him again, lips brushing lightly down the side of his shaft.

He twitches in your hand, groaning low. “You’re the one that’s pretty, princess,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “So fucking pretty…down on your knees for me.” He cups the back of your head gently, fingers threading into your hair as you continue kissing along his length, so slow, so teasing, savoring every second. Your tongue flicks out slowly, tasting the tip, salty and warm. You kiss it again, before dragging your tongue just a little lower, teasing the underside as you hear Heeseung’s breath hitch above you. “Fuck…” he mutters under his breath, his grip on your hair tightening just slightly.

You kiss him again, and then finally part your lips and sink down just a little, taking him into your mouth, the warmth and weight of him making you shiver. The second he’s inside, even just barely, a soft moan escapes you, quiet, involuntary, but enough to make him groan. “You like it, baby?” he breathes, his voice low and ruined. You hum around him in response, sending vibrations up his shaft, and it makes him curse again. You pull back slightly, your lips wet and shiny, looking up at him with that same innocent gaze. Heeseung’s jaw clenches as he watches you. “God, you’re so fucking perfect, princess…” You wrap your lips fully around him, taking him deeper this time, your mouth warm and wet as you start to suck with more confidence. Your hand tightens its grip around his shaft, fingers sliding smoothly as you bob your head up and down, eyes locked on his dark, intense gaze.

A thin strand of drool escapes the corner of your mouth, dripping down his length, but you don’t care, your focus is on him, on the way his breath hitches and his body tenses under your touch. Heeseung groans, one hand curling around your cheek, thumb brushing softly over your skin while the other finds your hair, guiding your movements like a gentle command. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, voice rough and desperate. “Just like that—keep going.” You obey without hesitation, the rhythm steady and slow, savoring every moment, every reaction from him. You take him a little deeper, the sudden stretch making you gag softly. Your eyes water, tears gathering at the corners, but you don’t stop, driven by the way Heeseung’s low moan vibrates through you. Pulling back just enough to catch your breath, you look up at him with wide, glistening eyes and ask in a quiet, tender voice, “Does it feel good, baby?”

The moment the word leaves your lips, his composure shatters. His grip tightens, jaw clenches, and a guttural growl escapes him.“Fuck…,” he rasps, voice thick with want and disbelief. “You calling me that…I’m losing it.” His hands tighten in your hair, pulling you gently but firmly back down as his hips shift, desperate for more. Heeseung’s hands grip your hair firmly, guiding your head up and down faster now. Your soft moans fill the room, the vibrations sending shivers straight through him. He growls low, voice strained with need. “Shit—I’m gonna cum, princess.” he warns, breath hitching. You pull back just enough, lips parted and tongue sliding out to trace the length of him one last time. Your hands move eagerly up and down his shaft, keeping the pace as you wait for him to let go. His hips jerk forward suddenly, and he curses, fingers tangling tighter in your hair as he shudders, spilling hot and heavy into your mouth. You swallow it all and then lean in, lips parted, tongue peeking out to show him it’s all gone—clean, obedient, just for him.

His eyes darken as he exhales shakily. “Holy shit, baby…you’re fucking unreal.” You giggle softly, cheeks flushed, and crawl back onto his lap. Your lips meet his for a tender kiss, sweet and slow, but he kisses you back harder, possessive now, hands sliding over your hips before squeezing your ass firmly. The sudden smack he lands on it makes you whimper against his lips, body jolting slightly. Then, with barely a second to catch your breath, he flips you over on the couch, your back hitting the cushions with a soft thud, his body hovering over yours. He kisses you hungrily, like he can’t get enough, mouth trailing down your neck, your collarbones, teeth grazing, lips sucking until you know there’ll be marks. You whimper beneath him, arching into his touch, needing more.

He pulls your skirt down slowly, followed by your panties, dragging the soft fabric down your thighs with careful hands, like he’s unwrapping something precious. His breath catches when you’re bare for him, eyes darkening as he settles between your legs. His fingers gently part you, slow and deliberate, and he swipes through your slick with a quiet exhale. “So pretty…” he murmurs, almost to himself, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Embarrassment flutters in your chest and you instinctively cover your face with your hands, cheeks burning. He chuckles softly, voice low and warm. “Why are you hiding from me, baby?”

You don’t answer, you can’t, not when he leans in and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to you, licking a slow stripe that has your back arching. You gasp, your fingers reaching down to grab at his hair. He keeps going, licking, kissing, sucking, slow at first, then faster, more purposeful. You whimper his name, thighs trembling as he keeps you open with one arm wrapped around your hip. And then, his fingers. One sliding in, then another, curling just right as his mouth never lets up. The combination makes your toes curl, your moans growing softer but needier, your grip on his hair tighter with every flick of his tongue. “Hee…” you whine, breathless.

He groans against you in response, like he could stay there forever, completely lost in you. His fingers are working you open, curling and thrusting in a rhythm that’s already overwhelming. His tongue moves with practiced precision, flicking and sucking at your clit until your thighs are trembling around his head. And then suddenly, his fingers slip out, replaced by both of his arms wrapping firmly around your waist, tugging you closer to his mouth. His hands slide up your body and cup your tits, squeezing gently at first, then harder when you moan. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of heat straight through your core. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans between licks, his breath warm and ragged against you. “Could stay here all night, baby. You’re so sweet…so wet just for me.”

You let out a choked sound, high and breathy, your hands flying to cover his on your chest, needing to feel him, hold him, ground yourself. Your hips twitch helplessly as his mouth drags another moan from your lips. “So sensitive,” he mumbles, sucking your clit just right. “So fucking good for me. Can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

You whimper, eyes squeezed shut, fingers squeezing his tighter. “Please…Baby—don’t stop.” you whine. He moans against your cunt, sucking harder now, his fingers rolling your nipples as your body writhes beneath him, overwhelmed by the pleasure building like a storm. Your whole body’s trembling, thighs tightening around his head, your hips bucking up into his mouth without you even realizing. “Hee—” you whimper, breath hitching. “I’m—I’m cumming—”

Your hands clutch his over your chest, knuckles white, your back arching as your voice gets higher. “Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, voice muffled against your soaked cunt. “Cum for me, baby. All over my fucking mouth.” And you do. A broken, high-pitched moan escapes you as your release crashes through your body, your hips stuttering against his face, your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans again at the feeling, his tongue still working you through it, drinking every last bit of it up like he needs it to live. Your thighs tremble around him, your whole body going warm and overstimulated, but he’s still kissing the inside of your thigh, murmuring softly, “That’s my good girl…”

He pulls back from between your thighs, lips shiny, eyes dark and hungry. Still catching your breath, you reach up with shaky arms and hook them behind his neck, tugging him down into a messy, desperate kiss. You moan softly into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. He groans into the kiss, hands sliding under you, one under your back, the other under your thighs, and lifts you like you weigh nothing. You gasp, arms tightening around his shoulders, your forehead resting against his. He carries you through the quiet of his room, the only sound your shallow breathing and the soft creak of the floor beneath his feet. His eyes stay locked on yours, so intense it makes your stomach flutter.

And when he reaches the edge of the bed, he lays you down gently, hands never leaving your body, and whispers, “You’re so perfect like this, princess…” He crawls over you slowly, eyes raking over every inch of your bare body, like he can’t believe you’re really here, like this, under him. His hands trail down your waist, squeezing gently before gliding to your hips, your thighs, your ass. He lowers his head to your neck, kissing and sucking softly, then down to your chest, lingering there, murmuring sweet nothings between kisses.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he whispers against your skin, voice low and rough. You nod, already breathless, lips parting into a pout. “Please, baby…” you whine, fingers slipping through his hair, playing with it softly. His eyes flicker between yours as he pushes his sweatpants down, his voice low and breathless. “My sweet little girlfriend, yeah?” he murmurs, gaze heavy with want, but also something softer. You gasp, heart pounding, but you nod quickly, eagerly. “Yes, baby… please. Wanna be yours, Hee.” He groans under his breath, palming himself through his boxers. “Fuck…” Then he slips them off, his cock springing free once again. He positions himself between your thighs, stroking himself slowly as he looks down at you, completely bare and trembling beneath him. “All mine,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again, “Gonna take care of you.”

He finds your hand beside your head and gently intertwines his fingers with yours, grounding you, holding you close. “Got you, baby.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Then he slowly starts to push inside, inch by inch, his breath stuttering. “God…you’re so tight, princess. Love this pretty pussy…” You whimper, brows furrowed as you cling to his hand, squeezing it tightly. The stretch burns a little, making you wince, your thighs trembling around his waist. He pauses, his free hand stroking your cheek, eyes locked with yours. “You okay?” he murmurs, voice laced with care. You nod shyly, breathless. “Y-Yeah… just go slow, baby.”

As he inches in the rest of the way, your mouth parts in a sharp gasp from the stretch, but before the sound can fully escape, Heeseung leans in and kisses you, swallowing the noise and grounding you with his lips. “Doing so good for me.” he murmurs against your mouth. He stays there, buried deep, holding still, giving you time, kissing your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your lips. You squeeze his hand tighter, chest rising and falling as you adjust to the size of him. “Y-You can move…Hee.” you whisper shyly, blinking up at him with watery eyes. He nods, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Okay, baby. I’ll be gentle.” And then he starts to move, slow and careful, dragging his hips back and rolling them forward again. He keeps holding your hand, his other brushing down your side. Every thrust melts the ache into something warmer, deeper, and you whimper softly beneath him, each sound making his heart clench. “That’s it,” he breathes, kissing your cheek as your lashes flutter. “Feels good now, doesn’t it?”

You nod quickly, lips parted, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “Mhm…feels so good…” Heeseung leans closer, voice rough and low in your ear. “Been thinking about you like this since the first time I saw you…” You gasp, your back arching at his words. “All wet and shy…wrapped around my cock like this.” His thrusts get slower, deeper, savoring every second. “Fuck, you feel like a dream, princess.” Your hands cling to his shoulders, lips brushing against his ear as you pant, your voice trembling but honest, too far gone to hold back now. “I touch myself to your voice…” you whisper, so shy but so desperate.“Every time you spoke, I’d get so wet.” You whine, tightening around him. “So wet for you, Hee… always.” His hips falter at the confession, breath catching in his throat. “Fuck, baby…” he groans, voice rough with desire, and then he thrusts harder, faster, trying to reach deeper just from your words alone.

“You’ve been mine this whole time, hm?” he breathes against your lips. “Getting off to my voice, fuck—dirty little thing.” You whimper, completely unraveling, and he’s loving every second of it. “Please, Hee…wanna ride you, please.” Your voice is all breathy and sweet. He groans low, twitching inside you, the tip of his cock nudging that spot that makes your thighs tremble. “Fuck…yeah, baby,” he breathes. “C’mere.” He pulls out gently, lays flat on the bed, eyes burning into yours as he guides you up. “Come ride your man.” You’re quick to move, desperate, aching. You straddle him with shaky thighs and grab his cock, lining him up and slowly sinking down, whining as he stretches you open again. Your hands splay on his abs for balance, your head falling back at the fullness. “So deep…” you breathe. “F-fuck, Heeseung…” He watches you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered, his hands gripping your thighs, sliding up your waist, thumbs brushing under your breasts. “That’s it, baby… take what you need,” he says, voice low and full of want. “Look at you…riding me so good already.”

You start bouncing on him, slow at first, then faster, the wet sound of you taking him again and again filling the room, making his breath catch in his throat. Your head tilts to the side a little as soft, high-pitched moans spill from your lips, your eyes fluttering with every drag of him deep inside. “Holy shit…” Heeseung groans, eyes roaming all over you—your flushed skin, your bouncing tits, the way your stomach tightens every time you sink back down on him. His hands move up to your chest, squeezing your tits in his palms, thumbs brushing over your nipples just to hear you whine again. Then down, caressing the curve of your waist, trailing lower until they find your ass, gripping it hard, pulling you deeper on his cock, then suddenly landing a sharp slap to one cheek.

You gasp, a broken moan leaving your throat as your hips stutter. He smirks, rubbing the spot he slapped. “So fucking cute when you sound like that, princess.” Then his hands slide down your thighs, fingers dragging over the soft skin, admiring the way they tense as you keep moving. “Feel so good riding me, baby.” he says, voice breathless.

Your rhythm turns desperate, bouncing faster and harder as your hands cling to his abs, nails digging slightly into his skin. “Want you—so bad, Hee—need you,” you pant, voice high and breathless, “Need to be—under your skin…” He lets out a soft chuckle, the need in your voice making his cock twitch deep inside you. “God, baby,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down to rub tight, fast circles on your clit. “You’re so fucking needy…” You nod, crying out as his fingers work you harder, your thighs trembling. “Hee—Hee, I love you—love you so much—ahh!” His hips twitch beneath you, and he sits up just enough to pull you in for a kiss, messy and deep, all tongue and breath. “I love you too, princess,” he whispers against your lips, “I’ll always take care of you—my sweet, perfect baby.” You nod frantically, fingers tangling in his hair, overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion. “I’m gonna cum—gonna cum for you, Hee!”

“Cum for me, baby.” he groans, fingers still circling your clit as you crash into your orgasm, moaning loud, hips stuttering. He holds you through it, eyes fixed on your face, utterly in love. Then, with a low curse, he lifts you just enough to slide out of you, stroking himself fast and desperate before finishing all over your belly with a strangled moan, his hand trembling from the force of it. You both stay still for a moment, catching your breath, your skin warm and glowing, his cum sticky on you, his arms still wrapped around you as you sit on his lap. He’s pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your hips. “Was that okay?” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and hoarse. You nod slowly, leaning your head against his. “It was perfect.” He smiles, nuzzling your neck, “You’re perfect.”

After a moment, he shifts gently, reaching for a tissue from the nightstand and cleaning you up carefully, his touch tender, eyes always flickering up to check if you’re okay. You just watch him, dazed and dreamy and completely in love. He tosses the tissue aside and pulls you into his chest. You tuck yourself under his chin, your fingers playing softly with his hair. His heartbeat’s still a little fast. “I still can’t believe i did this to you.” he whispers. You smile against his skin. “I always wanted you to do it.” You lie there like that for a while, tangled up, warm and soft, only the sound of your breathing filling the room.

His hand finds yours again, fingers interlacing without thought. Then, very quietly, you murmur against his chest, “Want you to fuck me again, Heeseung.” He freezes. Blinks. Tilts his head to look at you, his eyes wide. “W-What? Now?” You look up at him innocently, smiling, eyes wide and full of mischief. “Mhm!” He groans, dragging a hand down his face as the tips of his ears turn bright red. “Princess…you’re gonna kill me.” You giggle, tugging at his hair and pulling him back down for a sweet kiss.

a/n: got lazy at the end. also left a sneaky easter egg whoever finds it gets a kiss :p idk how this got so long sry if it was annoying

Heeseung's gaze turned cold as he stared directly into your soul. "Don't expect gentleness from me, little one." "I don't care even if it's your first time," he continued. You froze; you felt like you couldn't feel your limbs anymore. You didn't expect him to caress you or tell you he loves you, but you thought – you really thought – someone who bought you like a product could be a little softer towards you.

You hate it; you hate how vulnerable you are right now. You were never a cock-hungry type of girl before; your mind screamed for you to pull him away and escape, yet instead you stayed quiet, getting swayed just because he kissed you.

Silence filled the crimson room. As he cupped your cheeks once again, you felt his lips colliding with yours again, as if his tongue took yours on a date and danced to the rhythm of a jazz bar. You followed his lead and pace, trying to keep up with his merciless kiss. The kiss broke as you gasped for air, and his eyes never left you, like he was eye-fucking you.

"On your knees, Y/N," he commanded, his tone cold. You got up from the bed and got down on your knees besides it. Heeseung grinned, the biggest one you had seen since you met him. "Take your dress off, baby." You did what he said, completely hypnotised by the most powerful man in Seoul.

"Good girl, now choose two things you want to experience tonight," he said, as this phrase drew curiosity out of you. Heeseung stood besides the drawers and the walls full of kink tools; he smirked looking at your confused-adorable face. "Which one hurt less… master?" you asked, trying to seek a little mercy from the lustful man in front of you.

He paused for a second and grabbed chains. "These hurt less and immobilised the shit out of you," he teased. You're trying to hide your trembling body even though you're only in your undergarments right now. "You have to pick one more tool since it's your first night and first time. The choice is yours." The blindfolds displayed in one of the drawers caught your attention. "Blindfold Master Lee", you decided that chains and blindfolds are better; at least they can't hurt you.

Heeseung chuckled, clearly amused by how innocent you are. "Good choices; you can't touch me, run from me, or see me." He paused and continued, "But this is not Fifty Shades of Grey, angel. I will fuck you until you're numb or sore. Additionally, we have no safe words; I stop when I want to." This phrase sent chills down your spine. Why the fuck does he keep reminding you how cruel he is?

He walked towards you and smacked your ass with his hand. "You were made for me, angel." He sits down on the bed, you still on the floor on your knees, as he undresses himself, leaving him completely bare and naked in front of you. Goddamn, you've never seen someone this perfect: his broad shoulders, his face, his smirk, his big ass cock, his body – you could get wet from this sight of him.

"Enjoying the view?" he teased. "Come closer and suck my dick, princess." You froze; you've never done it before, and you're scared. "Teach me, please, Master." "You sound shameless right now; you're your parents' golden child, acing everything, assignments, and being top of the class since high school, yet your current state makes you feel no less than a stripper. He made you feel like a sin, but can you blame him? He's probably the hottest sin to ever exist.

He cupped your cheeks with one of his hand and chuckled, "I'll teach you, little one, first grab the base of my cock," you obeyed without hesitation, "Do you see the pink tip? Lick it suck it slowly" so you did you lick, suck, and even spit on the tip drawing soft groans from his throat, those sound made your stomach do a little flip. "Mhmm you're not so bad, now suck the whole thing I want to feel your throat baby, while keeping eyes contact with me"

You took his cock deep in your mouth; he's huge and hard, making you gag as you're struggling to maintain the eye contact. "Keep going, princess." He lets out soft moans and groans. Every sloppy noise, every suck, every lick, makes him feel even closer. "Y/N, I—umm... I think I'm close, shit," you took him deeper as he was getting harder. The makeup those girls did for you is now smudged and mascara-stained, as you cried out because he's making you gag too much.

He released the warm liquid in your mouth, sloppily spilling everything. "Fuck, take it all, every drop, drink it; that's what you did to me, baby." You licked everything clean. "You cried very cutely. I wonder what your reaction will be when my cock is inside you." Stunned by the comment, you look up to him again as he brushes liquid from the corner of your lips.

Unexpectedly, he picked you up bridle-style and laid you down on the bed as he took off your undergarments leaving you completely at his mercy. "Are you ready to be fucked until you can't feel your body anymore?" Heeseung asked, his tone more teasing than serious, as if mocking your situation. You nodded. "Words, darling, cat got your tongue?" You instantly answered, "Yes, master, please fuck me." You gave in to him too much for a man you had just met a few hours ago.

He grabbed the chains and the blindfolds as you spread your legs wide, chaining you to the edges of the bed. "Hands up, princess," he said as he chained your hands to the upper edges too. You're now spread out, ready for him. However, he's not done yet; he blindfolded you, giving you zero clues or visions of what he's about to do to you. "Helpless and deprived, you look like mine to destroy, sweetheart."

Some sense of rightfulness crept into your mind. "I'm not your sex toy, Lee Heeseung," you tried to argue. "Woah, what an attitude you've got after sucking my cock and obeying my rules like a little slut?" he paused. "Do you want to see me fuck that attitude out of you?" He slapped your inner thigh; pain is one thing, but you moaned at the pain. "Like it rough, huh?"

"Ahh, mhm," you kept moaning to the sensual feelings. "You can't make any noises unless told to. You get that, princess?" he commanded you. "I—please do it, Master," you try to beg, knowing damn well he doesn't give a fuck. "Are you experiencing mood swings? You just shouted at me and called me by my government name, and now you want my dick; you're pathetic," he smirked, clearly amused he got you wrapped around his finger.

He didn't kiss your lips again; instead, he bit your neck down to your collarbone, and it's torturing you to keep quiet with his lips and bites on you. He continued to bite your earlobe, and you can't even see him with this blindfold on. "You're mine to fuck, to bite; you'll wake up tomorrow with all these bites to remind yourself I'm your owner," Heeseung whispered to you, making your back arch a little, but the restraint of the chains is keeping you in place.

"Master, I—" A little noise came out of your lips. Heeseung immediately smacked your boobs this time. "I told you to stay quiet unless told to make noise, slut; you're completely helpless and exposed." He moved down to your chest, leaving marks everywhere from your neck to your boobs, making your back ache relentlessly. "You have nice tits baby," he said as he took the right side of your nipple into his tongue as his left hand squeeze and play with your left boob.

This act was pure boob abuse; your right nipple was being relentlessly sucked, licked, and bitten, while your left was expertly played with by his strong hand. He squeezed your breast like a pliable, squishy object, eliciting soft, involuntary noises from you that you desperately tried to stifle. Each time a sound escaped, he responded with a sharp smack—sometimes on your tits, other times on your thighs or clit—reinforcing your complete submission.

Lee Heeseung was merciless not only in the shadows of battlefields and the underworld but equally ruthless in the bedroom. His commanding presence radiated power and control, his dark eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of desire and dominance. Every calculated movement showed his intimate knowledge of your body, as if he had memorised every sensitive spot to push you further into obedience. You obeyed his every command as though hypnotised, utterly captivated by the intensity of his touch and the raw authority he wielded.

He finally moved from your boobs down to your stomach, where he licked your skin slowly, sending shivers through your body. The sensation made your back arch painfully against the bed once again, restrained by the unforgiving chains. You didn’t expect him to leave marks here too, but his teeth sank into your stomach, leaving fresh bites that burned deliciously against your skin.

"You can call my name and make some fucking noise now, baby. I need to hear it." Just that phrase alone made you feel a surge of happiness and relief, as if you could finally loosen some of the restraints holding you down.

"Master or Heeseung?" you asked innocently as he continued biting your stomach. "I never allow girls to call me by my name, but you're the only exception," he said, a hint of fondness slipping through. You knew this might be his way of getting under your skin, yet it made your heart skip a beat nonetheless.

"Sloppy wet from just bites and kisses already, princess," he smirked, the shift unmistakable as his mouth left your stomach. You felt his hot breath trail teasingly against your inner thighs, sending a rush of heat and anticipation through you. "Mmm, I need you," you breathed out softly, unable to hold back a moan. "Words, darling," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Where do you need me? Which part of me do you crave the most?"

"Every part of you, Heeseung," you said boldly, which made him smirk again—this time with a more dangerous edge. He kissed your inner thighs softly, and you trembled at the sensation. Heeseung slowly moved up to your pussy folds, his eyes locked on you, waiting for your reaction. "Mmm, please—Hee", you moaned; the way you whispered his name, just 'Hee', was enough to ignite a deeper hunger in him. He pressed his lips to your folds, and a sharp cry escaped you: "Ahhhhh, mmm!! Oh, fuck—"

Heeseung’s tongue danced expertly over your folds, teasing and exploring every sensitive curve, drawing out soft, desperate moans from deep within you. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, anchoring you as he pushed you closer to the edge. The heat between your legs built rapidly, your breaths coming shorter and more ragged with every flick of his tongue.

"AHHH MM HEE," you moaned relentlessly, the sounds spilling from deep within you. It hit you then—the chains themselves didn’t physically hurt as much as the restraint of not being able to see or touch him. That deprivation was far worse, intensifying every nerve and desire.

Your pussy tightened, needing more, craving the overwhelming pleasure only he could give. "I'm— Master, I'm so close ahh—" you shouted. Heeseung’s voice was a low growl against your ear, “You’re mine, every single part of you, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.” With each stroke and kiss, he carved his dominance into your body, leaving you trembling under his touch, utterly consumed by desire and submission.

The chains felt distant now, irrelevant compared to the storm of sensations he was unleashing inside you. “Let go for me, princess,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire and command. “Show me how much you want this.” The way he knew your body so intimately was almost unbelievable, his every touch igniting a fire deep within you. "Ahhh, mmm, fuck—" you moaned as a wave of warmth spilt from you. Heeseung licked every drop away with slow, deliberate care, as if mesmerised by each taste, drawing out every bit of your surrender and desire.

"You taste so good, uhmm, I could eat you up all day," he murmured, continuing to lick you clean with slow, teasing strokes. His nose nuzzled and playfully ruffled your clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure rippling through your body. He looked up at you and smirked as he slapped your inner thigh again. "Ahh," you let out a sharp moan, making him laugh at how sensitive you are.

You felt his fingers exploring your folds this time, sending fresh shivers cascading down your spine. "Hee, mm—" you moaned shamelessly again. "What, baby? Be louder," he teased, his voice low and commanding. You struggled to form words, breathless as he rubbed your wet clit with delicate strokes. "Shit—" you groaned as he slowly slid two fingers inside you. "Fuck, princess, you're so tight—and it's just two fingers," he whispered, clearly impressed by your response.

"Ahh—it hurts," you cried out, his long, veiny fingers probing inside you for the first time, taking your virginity, the sensation burning sharply. "I'm training you for my dick, cutie. Endure it," he murmured, slowly moving his fingers with controlled pressure. You wished he could be gentler, but the pain soon melted into a deep, pulsing pleasure that consumed you. All you could feel now was desire, craving more, urging him to pick up the pace. " Master, ahh—faster—mm—" you cried out, your voice trembling with need.

So he went faster, his fingers curling expertly inside you, hitting every sensitive spot with precision. The mix of pleasure and pain overwhelmed your senses, making your breath hitch and your body tremble uncontrollably. “Hee, ahh—” you begged, your voice thick with need. Heeseung obeyed, driving you higher and higher until the waves of ecstasy crashed over you once again.

Your body arched, your nails digging into your own palms as you cried out in release, every nerve ignited and every inch of you pulsing with pleasure. Secretly, you wish you could see his expression and lift up this bitch-ass blindfold. Heeseung slid his fingers into your mouth, making you taste your own liquid. "Taste it. Fuck, I want you to know how sweet you are."

Obediently, you followed his command. Suddenly, a shockwave coursed through your body as Heeseung grabbed his cock and rolled it slowly over your wet folds, teasing your entrance with deliberate, tantalising strokes. You couldn't make noise because his fingers were still inside your mouth, so you cried out of pleasure. Then, he slid himself inside you for the first time ever, slow and deliberate, stretching you gently but firmly. "Fuck baby, you're so tight," he groaned.

The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of newness, pleasure, and a deep, consuming heat that spread through your body. You trembled beneath him, every nerve alive as he pushed deeper, claiming you with every inch. Your breath hitched, a soft cry escaping your lips. Despite the blindfold and restraints, you bit onto his fingers. Heeseung’s low growl echoed in your ear: “You’re mine, sweetheart. Feel every inch of me.” With steady, powerful thrusts, he began to move, setting a relentless pace that drove you to the edge again and again, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being utterly possessed.

Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, the powerful connection between you both igniting a fire that consumed every thought. "HEE—AHH FUCK I CAN'T—" Your moans grew louder, echoing in the room because he retracted his fingers from your mouth as you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations. Heeseung’s hands roamed your body, gripping your hips firmly, guiding your movements in sync with his own.

The blindfold heightened every touch, every sound, every breath, making you feel utterly exposed yet deeply desired. With every powerful stroke, you felt yourself spiralling closer to the edge, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Come for me, baby,” Heeseung growled, his voice thick with hunger and dominance. "Ahhh", and with that, you shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as your cries filled the room, lost completely in the intensity of your shared desire.

Heeseung’s pace faltered briefly as he felt you shatter beneath him, your tightness clenching around him like a vice. Yet he didn't stop even though now you're gasping for air and heaving heavily. You recalled what he said: 'I stop when I want to.' The raw, desperate sounds you made pushed him closer to his own limit. His grip on your hips tightened, his breath ragged and low as he groaned, “Fuck—so fucking beautiful.” With a final, powerful thrust, he spilt inside you, his body trembling as he released every ounce of desire and dominance.

The warmth of him filling you was overwhelming, binding you together in an intimate, fierce connection. He collapsed besides you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his dark eyes glinting even through the blindfolded haze. “Mine to fuck,” he whispered possessively, claiming you one last time before the world faded to nothing but the lingering heat between you.

With that, he finally released you from the chains and removed the blindfold, leaving you breathless and drenched in sweat, your body as spent as his. You instinctively hoped for a tender touch, a soft word, maybe even a kiss—but none came. Instead, he rose silently, dressed himself without a glance back, and left the crimson room without a word.

You were left alone on the bed, vulnerable and aching, the heat of his presence fading but the sticky reminder of him still clinging to you, in you. A wave of emptiness crashed over you, sharper than any physical sensation—he had taken everything from you tonight, your first kiss and your virginity, yet left you feeling like nothing more than a possession, a tool for his desires. The cold silence around you screamed louder than his absence, and you wondered if, in his eyes, you were truly just a sex slave—beautiful, broken, and utterly alone.

Then you remembered his last phrase—“mine to fuck.” Not to love, not to cherish, but simply for the pleasure of his dick. The cold truth hit you like a wave, crashing over your heart and leaving it raw and aching. You weren’t someone he wanted to hold or protect. You were just an object, a possession to be used and discarded at his whim. The weight of that realisation pressed down on you, heavier than any chains, making you feel more alone and broken than ever before.

The only thing bringing you a sliver of comfort right now is the harsh truth you remind yourself of—he bought you because, like any other man, he’s driven by lust and hunger, craving nothing more than to satisfy his own desires. You thought your life had hit rock bottom with Giselle selling you and betraying you, but meeting Lee Heeseung shattered any illusion of hope you had left.

© copyright.all.rights.reserved.by.wqyui

The cold breeze brushed against your bare skin as you wandered through the city at midnight. Your current state resembles that of a homeless person.

You reflected on the events of the past few weeks: broken friendships, rejection from your crush, and various humiliations. Still, you found solace in the fact that your grades were soaring.

"AHH!" you shouted as you collided with a wall, not realising you were heading towards a dead-end street. In truth, you were simply following wherever your legs took you. Turning back, you suddenly heard your phone ringing.

You retrieved it from your hoodie pocket; it was your so-called best friend, the one who had taken your crush, fully aware of your feelings for him. Losing isn't your thing, so you picked her up despite knowing some bullshit will probably spill out of her mouth again.

"Hello, why did you call me?" You asked her, showered with curiosity. "Are you still angry with me? I'm sorry, Y/N, I can't help it; he approached me first." Just Giselle with her lame-ass excuses again. "Oh so you just fucked him because he 'approched' you?" You scoffed, not believing what you heard.

"Y/N I need you right now. I have no other friends except you. Please, can you come pick me up at the party at Beomgyu's house downtown? "Giselle begged. Even though you fucking hate her whole existence, you can't lie that Giselle has been with you your whole life; she has been reliable, so you thought to yourself maybe this is the last time you'll help her out, and after this you will never keep in touch with her again. "This is the last time, Giselle," you said tiredly. "Thanks, Y/N. When you arrive, please come into his house; I'll wait for you."

You returned to your apartment, grabbed your car keys, and headed towards Beomgyu's house. Upon arrival, you stepped inside. Partying wasn’t your scene; you rarely attended these types of events. But tonight, you made an exception because of the backstabbing bitch you were helping.

You saw Giselle; she is standing near the corner of the crowded room. "Giselle, let's go," you said. "Y/N, let's have a drink together; count it as the last time, please," she said as she handed you a shot of vodka. You hesitated yet still managed to drink the shot. "Sorry, Y/N." Giselle smirked as you realised this was a trap and you walked right into it. It's too late; you started to lose your vision and blacked out completely.

8h later

You woke up to a dark room. The room was enormous, yet it was in complete disarray; everything appeared out of place and chaotic. You notice this room is filled with girls your age, some even younger than you.

"Bitch, stay quiet and start obeying the rule if you want to live." You glanced towards the voice coming out of a guard as he slapped a woman across the face. You gasped and stayed quiet, unsure what to do, because you know that this is human trafficking and illegal, but how can you escape with all these buff bodyguards surrounding you when you don't even know where you are?

Your life has already been through enough, and now what have you got yourself into? Will it be even worse? You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your cheeks, but you made an effort to remain quiet.

"How long will you whores keep sleeping? Wake the fuck up!" a guard yelled out. All the girls started standing up and so did you. You guys were guided to walk towards a bathroom, a shared bathroom to be exact, and you could see older women in their 50s waiting for you guys in the bathroom.

"Before selling you guys, we have to check your body condition and check if you guys are virgins," a woman stepped out and shouted. You gulp and sweat too much because you know you're not bad-looking yourself, and especially because you're a virgin, which right now isn't very beneficial for you.

Those old women told you guys to strip off your clothes, and they started scrubbing all of you clean and smooth as you guys shower. A woman came up to you. "You've got a nice and petite body, hourglass-shaped, slim, with a big ass and tits, the bosses and the elites would kill to get you." That woman smirked.

Your naked body started to shake as you avoided her gaze. "Are you a virgin?" The question struck you like lightning. If you lie and say that you're not, where will they take you? If you tell the truth, will they send you to those so-called elites? "Y-yes, I am," you stuttered as the woman laughed.

"Great, wonderful, get dressed up. I'll let my subordinates lead you towards the makeover room, preparing for tonight's auction. " The word 'auction' made you stumble a little as one of her assistants guided you towards the so-called makeover room.

In all your 22 years, you had never experienced such care. The women around you gently washed away the grime and weariness that clung to your skin. Their skilled hands trimmed your hair with precision as they curled your hair, shaping it into a style befitting your face.

As they applied makeup, each brushstroke highlighted your angelic features, enhancing the softness of your complexion and the delicate curves of your hourglass figure, making you look like a porcelain doll. The scent of delicate perfume enveloped you, making you feel as if you had stepped into a dream – transformed, polished, almost unreal.

For a moment, you were no longer the girl caught in chaos but a small, radiant presence, ready to face whatever awaited you next. "Do you like red?" one of the girls asked. "Not really, I don't think someone like me would look good in red," you replied, trying to keep calm as a group of girls came in with a red dress.

The dress itself looks sinful; it's something you never wear or want to wear. It's a silk dress with a red wine colour, a small, delicate dress. They helped you put on the dress. Once it’s on, you notice how it highlights every curve of your body. The dress is short, leaving your slim, long legs barely covered, while it exposes your chest slightly and highlights the curve of your back, showcasing your spine.

They also helped you slip into your black heels, the sharp heels clicking against the cold floor with every uneasy step you took. The shoes pinched your feet painfully, making each movement a reminder of your helplessness. Despite the discomfort, you had no choice but to endure it—here, you were not a person but a product to be displayed and sold.

"Wait in this room, and no one is allowed to bring her foods; she has to maintain her image until tonight's event," one of them said, and they all left, leaving you waiting in this room for hours with only water and some fruits. Your face got paler and your stomach roared, but no one cared. The clock is ticking.

You've waited in this room since 11AM; now it's 9PM. You were about to collapse, but a girl walked in. "You can have 3 bites of this curry before stepping on the stage; we don't want our product to collapse on stage," she said coldly, placing a bowl of curry on the vanity. And you ate the curry, 3 precise bites. "Let's go," she said, maintaining her expression.

You walked down the corridor, only now realising how vast this place truly was. It was a warehouse—its underground level holding the hostages like prisoners, while the upper floor served as the so-called makeover room. The girl led you towards the exit, and as you stepped outside, you spotted a cluster of girls waiting near a bus, probably ready to be transported.

What struck you most was that this warehouse was hidden deep within a dense forest, explaining why no rescue had come yet. Boarding the bus, you immediately felt the weight of every stare—silent questions and curious glances from the other girls.

Glancing back, you noticed they all wore revealing red bikinis, while you were stuck in your tight, short dress. Instead of feeling comforted, a wave of despair washed over you, seeing these girls in the same dire situation, likely treated far worse. Your eyes scanned the group, landing on some who looked even younger than you, and your heart sank with a heavy ache you couldn’t shake.

Upon arriving at the mansion, you took in your surroundings—a grand estate, yet still deeply hidden within the dense forest’s shadows. You and the other girls were ushered towards the mansion’s back entrance, where inside, you were quickly separated from the others.

“You come with me to the waiting room,” a maid commanded, leading you up a narrow staircase to a small, dimly lit room. “Wait here until I come to get you. You heard me?” You nodded silently, your heart pounding in your chest. Half an hour later, the same maid returned and guided you to the mansion’s courtyard.

The space was vast—larger than many hospitals you’d seen—with meticulously kept gardens blooming faintly under the fading light. But the beauty of the place offered no comfort. Scattered throughout the courtyard were groups of men—some old, some young, all surrounded by imposing bodyguards.

They sipped red wine, their laughter echoing off the marble and stone, oblivious to the horrors unfolding nearby. The reality hit you like a cold wave: this was no ordinary event. This was a human auction.

She led you backstage to the auction area. “You’ll go on the stage after the bikini girls, and you must stand in the middle. You’re the main event tonight. You understand?” Your whole body trembled as you nodded silently, the weight of what was about to happen crashing down on you.

You were about to be sold to a stranger, a random man whose intentions you could only dread. One by one, the other girls were called onto the stage, their forced smiles masking the fear beneath. Then it was your turn. “Okay, you’re on the stage now—smile, you little slut,” the woman sneered.

Swallowing your panic, you forced yourself to smile, your mind going blank as you stepped into the harsh spotlight. The cold eyes of the crowd bore into you as the bidding began, each call a reminder that you were no longer in control of your own fate.

The MC’s voice boomed through the grand hall, coldly detailing your features, your nationality, and your very existence as if you were nothing more than an object to be bought and sold. The crowd’s cheers echoed hollowly around you, deafening and surreal. “Y/L/N, Y/N—bidding starts at 12 million dollars,” the MC announced with clinical detachment.

A wave of numbness washed over you, and for a brief moment, you felt as though you might faint beneath the crushing weight of it all. Then a sharp voice cut through the noise. “30 million,” a man called out, his tone confident and commanding.

His striking red hair caught the light, perfectly styled to frame a handsome, angular face with sharp eyes that glittered with an unsettling mix of amusement and cold calculation. Dressed impeccably in a tailored black tuxedo that clung to his lean, athletic frame, he carried an aura of effortless power and danger.

His smirk, both charming and predatory, sent a chill down your spine, making the horrifying reality of your situation even more vivid. “35 million,” another bidder announced, an older man likely in his fifties, his voice steady and authoritative, adding to your growing dread.

“60 million!” the red-haired man shouted again, his confidence rippling through the crowd and stirring a mix of astonishment and tension. “60 million, number one! 60 million, number two! 60 million, number three!!!” the MC declared, his voice rising in excitement.

“The winner of this first bidding is Mr Lee Heeseung. Congratulations!” The applause erupted around you, but none of the girls on stage, including yourself, could bring themselves to join in.

You were escorted back into the mansion, your steps leading you to the east wing. As you entered the room, your legs trembled uncontrollably. A maid’s cold voice instructed, “Wait here for Mr Lee; he’ll come soon,” before she left you alone. The room was cloaked in deep crimson light, casting long shadows that danced across the walls.

The air was thick with a faint scent of leather and something metallic, sharp and intoxicating. The walls were lined with an array of tools, each meticulously arranged on polished black racks. There were cuffs and collars of soft, worn leather, their buckles gleaming under the red glow.

On a nearby table lay an assortment of paddles—some smooth, some studded with metal rivets—alongside whips braided with fine leather strands and floggers with heavy, weighted tails. Chains hung from sturdy hooks, their cold steel contrasting with the plush velvet drapes that framed the room.

In one corner stood a tall, imposing wooden frame fitted with restraints at various heights, designed to immobilise. The room radiated a strange mix of elegance and menace, a sinister playground designed for control and submission. You felt the weight of its purpose settle over you, intensifying your fear and uncertainty as you awaited what was to come. So you sit on the bed with your little red dress and wait for your destiny.

The clock ticked towards 2AM.

You already fell asleep in the red room, the heavy silence wrapping around you like a shroud. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a sliver of harsh white light spilt into the dark crimson space. At the threshold stood a tall figure, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his presence commanding and cold.

His eyes, sharp and unreadable, fixed on your vulnerable form lying on the bed. Without a word, he stepped inside, the soft click of his polished shoes echoing ominously. His expression remained impassive, betraying no hint of emotion, yet the air around him thickened with an unspoken power.

Heeseung’s gaze lingered on you, weighing, assessing, as if deciding your fate in that silent moment. The room seemed to shrink under his presence, every shadow drawn taut with tension. He finally spoke, his voice low and steady, breaking the silence like a whispered threat. "Wake up," he commanded. You slowly opened your eyes, shocked by his presence.

“Who told you that you could sleep?” He smirked, his voice laced with a dark amusement. “I—I’m sorry,” you stammered, heart pounding. His eyes roamed slowly over your body, tracing every curve and detail with a possessive intensity that felt like a silent claim.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shield your vulnerability. “What are you staring at?” you challenged, your voice barely steady. He leant in slightly, his gaze unwavering and cold. “I paid 60 million dollars for you. You’re mine now, princess. Don’t ever forget that.”

His words hung heavy in the air as his eyes continued to rake over you, a constant reminder of your new reality—his possession, bound by price and power. “I'm not your sex slave,” you argued. “Oh, sweetheart, right now you're nothing but that.” His smirk grew wider.

“You're Y/N, right? Beautiful name, beautiful you. I heard that you're a virgin, never kissed anyone, huh?” “Yes, I'm Y/N. You're Lee Heeseung?” “Call me master when I fuck you, sex doll.” Your eyes widened. “What do you—” you started, but he cut you off with an unexpected kiss.

The kiss was fierce and urgent—teeth, desperation, madness all tangled together, as if he had been starved for days and could no longer wait. When it finally broke, you were left gasping for air, your chest heaving. “Master, you didn’t have my consent yet,” you managed to say between shaky breaths, struggling to steady yourself.

Without a hint of shame, Heeseung’s voice cut through the tension with bold dominance. “Y/L/N, Y/N, can I fuck you, please?” His words were raw and commanding, leaving no room for doubt—he was utterly in control here showing his only intention right now is to fuck you, no love, no gentleness, just cockwarming you.

“You will be gentle, right?” you whispered, surprised by your own words. He had just stolen your first kiss, and now he was about to take so much more. You hadn’t realized it yet, but his handsomeness and the intensity in his eyes were pulling you deeper—drawing you into the role of his sex slave, even though you fully aware that you don’t want to be stuck in this situation, you don’t want to feel worthless, you want to experience true love, but GOD he’s just irresistible.

Everything about it is wrong, yet you still chose to go with it anyways.

Mr. Lee was your best friend's dad, at first you were trying to be respectful about him and his marriage.

That's why you didn't dare to do anything

But now that he's divorced the temptations are too hard to refuse.

You're currently at his mansion. On the way to the kitchen to get some snacks Amara, your bestfriend is on her way from her school two hours away.

You're looking around the pantry and the cupboards for snacks, your eyes land on the cereal neatly tucked away in the pantry, then you grabbed a bowl from the dishwasher and poured the milk on the cereal, you then grabbed orange juice and poured it on your glass.

You're given house access privileges last year during spring break

You thought nobody was around. Because during this time, Mr. Lee was usually at his desk job forty five minutes away. But to your surprise the door opened and shut, the sound echoed throughout the house

"Mara?" You called out, thinking it was your bestfriend making the noise

"Amara is not here yet" A deep voice replied from behind

"M-mr. Lee, I didn't notice you there..." You stammered trying to keep it cool

Amara confided in you during the divorce. It ended very badly, and this is your first time seeing him since during the holidays months ago.

He looked good, he looks healthier, happier.

"Please, don't be modest. Call me Heeseung. You've been my daughter's bestfriend for ages..." He flashed you his pearly whites

"Of course, Heeseung..." Your voice came out clipped

"You've changed a lot since Iast so you during the holidays..." He stated

There was an instant burn in your cheeks, realizing he was paying enough attention to notice the changes you're currently going through.

Calling your bestfriend's dad by a first name basis fells so odd, you're not used to it. You've know the Lee's for years yet you never called him by his first name.

You suddenly became thirsty, you took a sip of the orange juice you've taken out not too long ago

"Did Amara tell you anything about her mom and I?" He suddenly asked

The sudden question suddenly caught you off guard, accidentally spitting out the orange juice all over yourself.

You quickly scramble to find kitchen towels but there was none that's currently close to you. During the scramble Heeseung's hand suddenly sticks out to you offering you a towel.

You smiled at him while you clean yourself up with the towel he gave you.

You noticed that his eyes roamed everywhere.

"She did... Mr—Heeseung..She did and I'm sorry about it..." Your voice filled with pity

"No need to pity me...It was fun while it lasted...." He smiled bitterly

Then Heeseung was intensely looking at you, by instincts you look down, realizing all this time you weren't wearing a bra. And you're wearing the tiniest shorts know to man with half of your cheeks peeking out.

And you spilled juice on yourself not too long ago making your white T-shirt basically see through and transparent

"Excuse me, I'm gonna clean myself up in the bathroom.." You quickly excused yourself

While you're on the way to the bathroom heeseung suddenly grabs your wrist

"Wait." He stops you

Then he pins you to the nearby wall, he doesn't stop smothering you with kisses as you didn't attempt to stop his actions. You didn't pull away from his venomous touch.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... This is wrong" He suddenly pulled back, realization hitting him

"This is so wrong Heeseung, We shouldn't be doing this" You stated

"So you do you want me to stop?" He smirks

"I..I don't know" You bit your lip

"You need to use your words" He says

Heeseung knew he was obviously crossing an unspoken boundary that he shouldn't be crossing. You're literally his daughter's bestfriend. He also acknowledges that you're young. Too young—Yet he can't help himself. He knows an attractive woman when he sees one, and you are attractive. Beautiful long silky hair, curves enough to make any man water.

"This is wrong Heeseung... So wrong" You bit your lips, looking down at the floor

"Then tell me to stop..." He manages to breathe out

"But I don't want you to stop..." Your voice clipped with shame

"Then I won't sweetheart..." Heeseung said

Before he crashed his lips on yours, this time his kisses were hungry, sloppy and hard. His lips were soft, yet his tongue was tangled inside with your own.

You couldn't stop yourself, you couldn't help indulge yourself on the temptation he brings upon you.

You didn't fight him, instead you gave him an opening to where there's no coming back

He slowly drags you to his room, he pulls you close, still peppering kisses all over your neck and collarbones. He leads you to his bedroom. Once you're inside he takes of his clothes

"Do you need help with your clothes babygirl?" He asks for permission

"Yes" You nod along, giving him permission

He didn't waste a second and takes of your shirt, now nothing is left but your bare chest, he threw the clothes somewhere absent mindedly. His body was amazing, for someone his age he's maintaining his physique pretty well. Heeseung's body was toned, not too much muscle and not too bulk either. The suits he usually wears don't his body any justice, while he looks good wearing suits, it makes him look a little frumpy.

He then pushes you to his bed. It creaked once you've hit the soft mattress

Heeseung puts you in a position where he's over you

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked once again, like he's hesitating

"There's no turning back from this, Heeseung..." You declared

"As you wish.." He flashed you a devilishly naughty smile

He gives so kisses once again. He sucks onto your skin, then his kisses move onto your neck, then your collarbones and onto your lower stomach. Your breath hitches as he inched closer and closer to your pussy

He flashed you those charming round eyes before continuing.

Heeseung doesn't give mercy to your shorts and he takes them off with one swift motion. Then he takes off your underwear with the same precision, tossing them onto the floor. Then he indulges himself in the sight on of your clit before diving into it.

He doesn't take long before he dives into it, the moment Heeseung buried himself and his tongue into your slit, you immediately started seeing stars

The lewd sound of him sucking echoes throughout the room, your moans accompanied them.

You bit your lips you suppress the moans, trying to be as silent as possible

"Louder baby, let me hear you" He encourages, like he's having fun with what he's doing

You feel yourself closer to the climax, you grab harder into his hair, digging deeper into his scalp as you burry his mouth further into you.

"Fuck I'm so close Heeseung..." You managed to moan out

He doesn't speak back, he just sucks the life out of you until you're cross-eyed

You're so close to climax, your stomach is in knots until he pulls back

"Why'd you stop?" You moan out in disappoinment

"I didn't say you could come babygirl.." He states, before licking the excess liquids around his mouth

"Face down, ass up." Heeseung barks his orders

"W-what?" You stammered

"You heard me"

You immediately comply to his orders, putting your head down onto the bed while your ass is up, for the better access on Heeseung's part.

You suddenly feel Heeseung's dick on the entrance of your clit. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for him

"I'll be gentle babygirl, don't you worry..." He chuckles

With that Heeseung slams into you, contradicting his earlier promise. You moan out in pleasure and in pain, tears slowly pools in your eyes and the slowly cascade into the mattress.

You grab onto the sheets for support whole Heeseung thrusts without no mercy, his thrusts were wild and untamed, he doesn't seem to tire, he goes faster and faster. While he thrusts into you, his hands land onto your nipples and he plays with them in a circular motion. Then he's dipping his hips onto yours, you feel his balls hitting the butt. You moan out in pain

"Fuck Heeseung!" You shout

"That's it..Take my fucking cock..." He thrusts "You're so fucking tight baby...So tight like a virgin..." He says

You hug him tighter and tighter as he goes deeper and deeper into you. For the second time you feel yourself climax.

"I'm about to come again Heeseung..." You tell him

"Don't cum yet baby... I'm close fucking close..."

Heeseung even picks up his pace, now he's moving at an impossible pace, almost too fast to keep up with.

"Fuck.."

The both of your climax at the same time, the liquids mix inside of you as you catch your own breath. You feel amazing and lightheaded at the same time, panting from the exhaustion this had brought upon you.

"You're amazing baby..." Heeseung praises

Before you could reply a piercing sound interrupts the both of you. Heeseung's phone on the night stand suddenly rings.

You immediately tense up

"Who is it?" You asked glancing at his phone

"Amara." He says before answering the phone and motioning 'Be quiet' with his hands

On the other side of the phone you could hear Amara's sweet voice

"Hey dad, I was on my way home but I passed by Walmart. Do we need anything at home? She's not answering her phone, maybe she's sleeping or taking a bath..." The 'She' Amara was referring to was definitely you

Everything came dawning on you now. You just fucked your bestfriend's dad. Your clothes are everywhere, your one whole hot ass mess and you're in his bed. While your bestfriend is clueless about it.

Emotions mix up in your chest. The guilt of being with him, shame of hiding it and the misery of carrying this secret.

You storm out of the room while Heeseung is talking with Amara, picking up your clothes and dashing back into her room, cowering in fear.

You tilted your head back on the bed, moaning as you ran your fingers through your folds, wet sounds filling your room.

The red recording light of your laptop blinked in front of you, pointing directly at the spot where your fingers dipped into your entrance and cutting off above your bare chest. You never showed your face.

The friction sent jolts of pleasure down your back, the tight coil of heat between your legs growing with every second. 

Your free hand gripped the sheets, fingers turning white as you felt your climax approaching. You put your thumb on your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles as your orgasm crashed over you, drawing a silent gasp from your lips as your mouth dropped open. 

You arched on the bed, your breasts bouncing as you collapsed onto the mattress with a spent thud. Your breaths were ragged as you panted, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up and ending the recording. You dragged it to your drafts folder before closing your laptop and heading for the shower.

After half an hour of edging yourself on camera, you were always a sticky mess. But it was all worth it for the money. Three weeks on OnlyFans, and you were already halfway to the 1k you owed your parents for fucking up your dad's car. You had insisted that a cat ran in the road, and you just had to swerve, but your older brother Jay smelled the weed on your breath before you’d even finished your carefully constructed cover story. He’d sold you out without a second thought, almost as angry as your parents at your recklessness.

They said you were an embarrassment, a damper on the Park name. But you knew from the tinge of fear in your mother's eyes that they were mostly just scared. Scared that they could have lost you.

You swore that you’d never do it again, but it wasn’t enough. So your dad decided the best way to learn would be to take it out of your bank account. The only problem? You were hopelessly broke.

As much as you were embarrassed to admit it, you had always relied on your parents' money. While your friends all held part-time jobs in high school, you would go to the mall, dragging Jay around to buy the newest designer purse or jar of face cream you didn’t need.

And now you were months away from going to college, and after the car situation, your parents made it painfully clear they were done spoiling you. 

So you tried. You tried looking for a job, handing in your meagre resume at fast food places and clothing stores. But no one ever called you back, and you were starting to think you’d be living at home for the rest of your life.

But then, one night, at 12:23 AM, you were staring at your phone, scrolling through Instagram comments, when you saw them: a strand of those sex bots begging for followers.

A light bulb went off in your head like a spotlight, and you looked down at yourself in your oversized shirt and underwear. Why work when your best source of income was right in front of you? Your body.

By 1:00 AM, you had made an OnlyFans account, and by 2:00 AM, you had posted your first video, your skin hot and flushed after touching yourself. You watched as subscribers and tips flooded in, and by the end of the week, you had $200 in your bank account.

It shocked you how easy it was. Play with your tits, do a bit of moaning, and bam, money. 

Men were so easy.

But after a few days, you noticed that one particular account kept popping up in your feed. It always left the biggest tips and was one of the first viewers to pop up on every video. The username was simple, designed like it was meant to blend into the background: zedlover01

You didn’t think much of it; it made sense that people would have favorite creators as they do on any social media site. But you couldn’t help but be curious. Who was he? A 40-year-old man in his mom’s basement? A run-of-the-mill pervert? Or maybe he was like you, a college kid looking for a bit of a thrill.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, brainstorming ideas to spice up your content, when the front door opened.

Jay’s voice filtered into the room, accompanied by the voices of his annoyingly attractive college friends, Jungwon and Heeseung. 

You’d always crushed on them in that quiet, thrilling way, blushing if they met your eyes too long, stomach fluttering if they said your name a certain way. It helped that they were sweet, especially Heeseung. He’d always ask if you wanted to join whatever game they were playing on the TV, if you wanted a ride somewhere, or if you wanted him to make you an extra ramen packet. Every time, his warm eyes would brush over you like gentle lapping waves on a beach, making your legs feel weak under you.

You wondered how they’d react if they knew what you did in your room every night.

“Hey y/n!” Jungwon said, plopping onto the other couch next to Jay. “How’s the job search?”

You pursed your lips, keeping your expression neutral. Of course, Jay had told them. The day Jay kept a secret from Jungwon would be the day you won the lottery.

“Ok, I’m still looking.”

Heeseung sat on the couch next to you, keeping one cushion spaced between you. “My brother works at the dollar store by the mall. I could ask him to recommend you.” 

His gentle voice swept over you, making you feel strangely relaxed. You smiled politely. “Thanks, Heeseung, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Jay snorted from across the room. “y/n wouldn’t be caught dead in a dollar store. Her tastes are way too expensive.”

You glared at him. “That’s not true! Dollar stores are…nice.”

“Have you even been in one before?” Jay asked, his eyebrows raised.

You looked down at your lap. “No…”

Jay smiled. “I rest my case.”

Heeseung chuckled. “It’s ok, y/n, no pressure at all, just thought I’d ask.”

“No, no, I really appreciate it; I’m just…keeping my options open.”

For just a second, something on Heeseung’s face shifted. His eyes narrowed, an almost imperceptible flicker of knowing behind his pupils, as if—just briefly—he could see right through your lie. But then it was gone, and his easy smile returned. “Of course, I understand.”

Pretty soon, the boys had shifted to playing games. Jay pulled up Mario Golf, fitting, since the other unspoken part of your punishment was going to the course with Jay a few times a week. Your parents called it ‘sibling bonding time,’ clearly meant as a way to tame your delinquent brain, as they hoped to have your brother's sense of responsibility rub off on you. (although they didn’t say that last part out loud).

Like always, Heeseung offered you a controller, but you declined, not wanting to embarrass yourself any more times than you could control in front of him. When you played with Jay, you always ended up hitting the ball into the bunker.

The three of them took turns swinging with their Joy-Cons, the room filling with a mix of curses and celebrations as the balls either completely missed the hole or flew straight towards it. 

Heeseung was surprisingly good, and every time he stepped up to swing, your eyes traveled from the flex of his bicep up to the focused intensity in his eyes, his hair falling softly over his forehead.

He’d swing and get his ball right next to the hole, causing Jay to groan and Jungwon’s eyes to widen. Then he’d turn around, a laugh stumbling from his lips as he met your eyes. You would nod at him with an equally giddy smile, finding its way onto your face, and for just a second, you swore his gaze dropped down to your lips.

It was so brief you thought you’d imagined it, but the damage was done, and a swell of heat traveled up your neck as he sat back down next to you, the single cushion between you suddenly feeling way too small.

As you watched Jay and Jungwon take their turns, you realized you were hyperaware of Heeseung’s movements. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing over every time he ran his fingers through his hair or bounced his leg, making the couch tremble under you. You just kept wondering how soft his hair was, or how much you wanted to bounce on his lap…

You inhaled sharply, wiping the image from your mind. This was not the time to be having fantasies about your brother’s best friend. 

But Heeseung noticed. 

His Bambi eyes flicked over your face, watching the way you pursed your lips and shifted in your seat. Even though you felt his gaze like a brand on the side of your face, you didn’t look at him, instead forcing yourself to watch the screen, letting Luigi’s disappointed face distract you from the needy pressure between your legs.

Then, Heeseung stood up for his last turn. He got into position, chest turned towards you, and face tilted towards the screen as he readied his shot. While the others held their breath as they looked at the screen, your gaze lingered on the slight parting of his lips, wondering how they’d taste.

Jay’s voice cut through the room. “Let’s go, zedlover01.”

You watched Heeseung’s entire body go still.

It took a few seconds for the familiarity of the name to click, but when it did, you momentarily stopped breathing.

Slowly, you raised your eyes to Heeseung’s. He had been staring at you, clearly assessing your reaction, but the second he saw the cold shock of realization on your face, he tore his eyes away like your gaze burned him. 

The action alone ruled out any coincidence. 

He glanced at Jay. “Don’t call me that.” 

Jay cocked his head, clearly confused. “But it’s your name; you use it on every game we play.”

“Is Heeseung Hyung embarrassed?” Jungwon said teasingly, noticing the line of red creeping up Heeseung’s neck.

He ducked his head, jaw tight as he looked at the screen. “Just…let me focus.”

The boys went quiet, shooting each other bewildered glances. 

You were staring at your lap, a roar of emotions running through your head that you weren’t sure how to acknowledge. Heeseung—your brother’s best friend, the boy you’d been crushing on for half of your life—had been watching you fall apart in front of a camera for weeks. And not just watching, but paying, obsessing, treating your videos like the newest episodes of his favorite show.

He’d seen you naked, he’d heard your moans, and he’d liked it. 

If Jay ever found out, he’d murder both of you. Heeseung out of anger, and you out of disappointment.

But what Jay thought was the least of your concerns. Because now Heeseung was sitting back down on the couch after he botched his shot, his cheeks the same shade as his pink hair as he scraped his palms up his thighs. 

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, the space between you so thick with tension you thought you could cut it with one of Jay’s specialty knives. You had to escape; you had to get away from him. Just to get one second to catch your breath and process everything away from your brother's watchful gaze. 

So while Jungwon was taking his shot, you moved. You slipped off the couch and headed straight for the bathroom, feeling Heeseung’s eyes on you the entire time. Your surroundings were a blur as you moved through the house, and the second your feet hit smooth tile, you shut the door behind you, leaning your back against it and breathing deeply. 

The sounds of your panting echoed through the large bathroom, the quiet helping to calm the rapid beating in your chest. You closed your eyes, imagining Heeseung’s gentle smile curved into a silent gasp as he watched you touch yourself. You imagined him sitting with his back propped against his headboard, fingers running over his shaft as he listened to you—the girl he’d practically grown up with—fuck herself on her bed. And here he was, talking to you like nothing had changed, even though everything had. 

You cursed as you realized that just thinking about it made you wet.

A familiar, needy heat gathered between your legs, making your finger tremble as you thought about relieving yourself. You couldn’t deny that Heeseung’s face had popped into your mind a few times as you filmed—nothing detailed—just glimpses. Flashes of his hand or his warm smile, sinking into a smirk as he ran his hand up your thigh. 

You forced yourself to your feet, trying to ignore the aching pressure as you splashed some water on your face.

That’s when a gentle knock sounded at the door.

“Hello?” You said.

A soft voice sounded from the other side. “It’s me.” He paused, then added like an afterthought. “Heeseung.”

You sighed. Of course, it was him. You wanted to tell him to go away. To go back to his friends and pretend none of this ever happened. But the way his voice made your panties dampen said otherwise. You dried your face, and before you could stop yourself, you were reaching for the door.

The second you turned the lock, he was slipping inside, closing it behind him with a firm click, his back leaning against the polished wood as he stared at you.

You felt like you were looking at a different person. Gone was the polite smile and the caring eyes, replaced by a firm stare and barely contained desperation. 

“y/n, listen, I found your account by accident, and I didn’t even know it was you until a few days later…” He trailed off, eyes drifting to your lips like they were hypnotizing him. “Then I just couldn’t stop.”

Your breath caught, the ache between your legs pulsing like a reminder.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I wanted to, but I didn’t really know how without freaking you out.”

“I’m not freaked out.”

“You aren’t?”

You snorted. “Well…maybe a little. I’m just surprised.”

He sucked in his bottom lip, looking at you shyly. “In a good way?”

The words made your stomach flip. You bit back a smile. “How’d you know it was me?”

Heeseung stepped towards you, fingers twitching at his sides as if he wanted to touch you but wasn’t sure he should. He smiled softly. “The Weeknd poster above your bed. The bottom half was showing in one of your videos, and I recognized it instantly.”

Your eyes narrowed, but a smile tugged at your lips. “How do you know I have that poster? Are you sneaking around my room?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Jay went in to grab your hairdryer or something one time, and I might have taken a peek.”

You gasped, putting your hand on his chest and shoving him slightly. “You creep.” But there was no venom in your voice, and you didn’t pull back your hand.

Heeseung looked down at it, his eyes darkening slightly. 

You felt his heartbeat against your palm and could swear it was speeding up with every second. 

His hand drifted up and rested over yours, holding it against his chest. He looked at you, his eyes searching. “When I realized it was you, something…changed.”

You bit your lip, the air in the bathroom humming with the tension. “How so?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the sounds you made in those videos, and wanted nothing more than to be the one causing them.”

You exhaled slowly, unknowingly moving closer to him.

He continued. “When I heard about the accident, I told myself I was giving you money to help you out, but I never skipped a single upload.” Heeseung’s other hand cupped your face, tilting your chin up so you were meeting his eyes. “It’s like you unlocked a part of myself I didn’t know was there, and now that it’s awake…I don’t know if I can ignore it.”

He was so close that your breaths mingled in the air, intertwining like twin flames. The pressure in your core was so intense that you could feel your inhibitions slipping away, fading until the only thought in your head was Heeseung’s lips.

“What if I don’t want you to ignore it?”

Heeseung made a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan, his eyes glassy and dark. “Don’t say what you don’t mean y/n.”

“Heeseung, just kiss me.”

His lips crashed onto yours before you could blink, and just like that, everything vanished. You didn’t think about Jay and Jungwon being in the other room, or what it meant to kiss your brother’s best friend; there was only Heeseung: his mouth, his hands. They roamed over you like they’d been reaching for you as long as they could move, your skin tingling wherever he touched. 

Your lips moved together in a desperate clashing of teeth and tongue, and when his hand found your waist and a soft moan escaped your lips, he swallowed it, enveloping your mouth under his with claiming intensity. 

He moved you until your back hit the sink, and braced himself against the counter with one hand while the other moved up to tangle in your hair. Heeseung kissed you like he was sick, and your lips were the antidote, smiling as you moaned into his mouth. 

He pulled back to bury his head in your neck. “Your sounds are so beautiful, baby. I never want them to stop.”

“Heeseung!” You gasped. The coil of heat between your legs was twisted so tight you wanted to cry. It wasn’t a question anymore. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Heeseung, please, need you inside me.”

You felt him still against your neck, and he leaned back to press his forehead against yours, eyes glazed as he panted. “Are you sure? Once I start, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

You nodded, channeling every bit of need into your voice you could muster. “I’m sure, Hee, it hurts so bad.”

He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Ok, baby, I’ll help you; don’t worry.” He tugged at the zipper on his jeans, groaning as his erection sprang free, a drop of pre-cum already gathering at the tip.

Your eyes widened at his size, and just the image of him filling you up made you whimper. 

Heeseung’s hands found your waistband, pulling down your shorts and panties in one fluid motion. He cursed when he saw your glistening lips, already soaking wet and aching for him. 

“How long have you been like this?” He breathed.

“All day. The second you walked in the door, I was wet for you.”

“Fuck.” He hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you onto the counter, your bare ass hitting the cold surface, sending a shock up your spine. He gripped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “As much as I love hearing you, you need to be quiet ok? If your brother hears us, we’re dead.”

You ran your hands up his chest, the pressure so dizzying you could barely hear him. But somehow, you choked out a yes, and finally, torturously, he aligned himself with your entrance.

When he pushed into you, you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning. You buried your face in his neck, taking in air in shallow gasps as you fought to stay quiet. The way he filled you was agonizingly good, eons better than using your own fingers on camera. You had no words to describe it, nothing to say except his name as you murmured it into his ear over and over again: “Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung…”

When he finally bottomed out, he stopped and sighed, breathing in time with you as he brushed sweaty strands of hair out of your face. “Still ok?”

“Yes.” You breathed, “more than ok.” You tangled one of your hands in his pink hair, pulling him into a messy kiss as your hips trembled under his grasp.

He groaned, melting into your touch, and as his tongue slipped into your mouth, he moved. It wasn’t gentle; it wasn’t testing; it was brutal. 

Heeseung pulled out almost fully before slamming back into you. You couldn’t stop a choked sob from ripping out of your throat, but he was ready. He put his hand behind your neck and kissed you hard, creating a sealed chamber with your mouths that muffled every sound. He moved against you mercilessly, the friction of his shaft scraping against your walls so overwhelming you thought you were going to pass out.

You clutched at his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle flex under your fingers as you searched for something to ground you. He moaned as your thumb drifted over his nape, sending a fresh wave of pleasure down your back.

Somehow, you were being quiet, with your muffled moans mostly drowned out by the slapping of skin and the squelch of your juices around his cock. 

But you weren’t done, the coil in your core still being twisted to its limit. You hooked your legs around his back and pulled him closer, causing both of you to groan into each other's mouths as the angle deepened. 

You could feel Heeseung’s thrusts getting shaky, his breathing more ragged, and you knew he was close. You began to grind against him in tune with his thrusts, your bodies rocking against each other in a filthy image.

Heeseung’s groans turned into desperate whimpers as you rocked against him, and you disconnected your lips as his thrusts became a rapid chase, both of you breathing hard as you held on to each other.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He said, his eyes wide and wrecked. “Like you were made for me.”

You were too far gone for words and were halfway through saying his name when your orgasm swept over you. It was like the breaking of a dam, a rush of wetness dripping between your legs as your walls clamped down with a sudden snap.

Heeseung buried his face in your neck to muffle his moan as he came apart after you, his back spasming as you milked him dry. You held onto him through it, kissing his sweaty neck as your bodies trembled and twitched together, still connected as a sticky mess tumbled down between you.

His hands braced the counter around you as his breathing slowed, and for a few seconds, you stayed there, existing in the moment when you’d crossed the line and become as close as your bodies allowed. 

Then Heeseung pulled out of you, exhaling sharply as he left the warmth of your walls. Without a word, he grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning you, his soft hands brushing down your thighs as he sopped up every drop of his cum. 

When he was done, he stepped between your still-open legs and kissed you. This time, the kiss was gentle and sweet, full of possibilities and an uncertain future. You felt a stirring in your gut, but it wasn’t arousal; it was excitement. Anticipation for a relationship you had yet to consider, and a life that now felt more livable with Heeseung in it. 

Suddenly, nothing felt impossible.

He smiled as he pulled back, eyes tracing your face like he was trying to memorize it. “Would it be bad if I said I’m glad you messed up your parents' car?”

You laughed. “Maybe a little?”

He kissed your nose. “Even if it led me to you?”

“I’ve always been here, Hee.”

“But you weren’t mine.”

You smiled, studying the face of the boy who’d always been familiar but now felt like home. “Is that dollar store job still on the table?”

He tilted his head, a strand of hair falling over his eye. “You actually want it?”

“Well, I can’t really keep doing OnlyFans…”

Heeseung leaned into your arms, burying his head in your chest and wrapping his arms around your lower back. You could feel his grin against your shirt. “I’ll call my brother tomorrow.”

You giggled and stroked his hair, letting the moment sink over you like the heat of the sun on a chilly day. 

There was only one problem: How the hell were you going to tell Jay?

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