fairy ♡

your ass looks so pretty to him, and he reaaalllyyyy has to hold back from giving it a good slap. who knows how sensitive your skin is, how easily you'll get marked :( and after getting his cock properly situated in between your heavenly thighs, heeseung has no idea why he didn't ask for this sooner.

you're making no complains at this point, which makes him groan as you do as he says. "fuuuckkk yes angel, just like that... squeeze tight for me..." it's tough at first because of the lack of lubrication, but that becomes less of a problem as you go on, his head falling back as the skin on your thighs getting coated in his spilling precum.

the fact that your pussy could feel his dick throb and ache made you feel the same; you couldn't deny that you were getting wet as you watched his tip come through the opening between your thighs, glistening under the lamp's light.

"h-heeseung." your voice slips out a moan, not meaning to do so.

hearing his name come out of your mouth like that made him let out another groan, a throaty noise right next to your ears as his arms that had gotten loose in your actions tightened once against around your waist. "fuck yes say it again," he whispered, kissing behind your ears.

a cold shiver went down your spine as he did so, making you stutter in your movements as you gasped. you shouldn't have said his name, especially not when you can feel his dick against your clit. so you slowed yourself, careful not to let him slip into you.

he held you down though, a certain desperation latching onto him as he fucked your thighs vigorously. he was close, your wetness encouraging him to go on as the position made it harder for him to hold back. he wanted to properly fuck you, to let him use your hole, but at the same time, this opportunity that he created was too good to overextend upon. so he just stuck to what he asked for, cumming on top of your thighs quickly after.

as your sweat mixed in with his seed, your clit throbbed as did your walls did. all you could think about was your boyfriend, but even you knew that if you called out for him right now, guilt would eat you up when you turn around and see your tutors face instead. your eyes stayed fixed on the textbook in front of you, not even bearing to look down at the mess on your body.

this genre of jay would be super manipulative but if you’re not susceptible to his tactics then he’d just do what he wants anyway because he thinks he knows what’s best for you. thinking about heeseung ‘cheating’ on you but maybe he actually didn’t and jay is just spreading rumours.

jay calling you and saying he really needs to talk to you but won’t tell you why. he drives over and makes you sit down on the couch, holding your hands in his, purposely just putting you more and more on edge. when you can’t take it anymore and you just need him to tell you, he does. he lies and says he saw heeseung making out with another girl at the club when they went out together on the weekend. then when you don’t seem upset ‘enough’, he adds that he saw her in hee’s living room when he got up to leave this morning after crashing overnight.

whether you believe him or not, he’s ‘helping’ you ‘cope’ however he sees best. he pushes you onto your back on the couch, trailing his lips down the side of your neck. ‘you deserve better, babygirl, you know that, right?’ but you’re squirming and trying to push him away. you ask him what he’s doing, pleading softly for him to stop, you want to talk to heeseung first, this is all happening too fast… you barely know what ‘this’ is supposed to be.

‘you’re lucky you’re cute because you’re so dumb, i told you heeseung was bad for you from the start.’ jay murmurs against your lips before he forces his tongue into your mouth. he’s acting like he’s your best friend or something, but he’s not… he’s just some guy, a friend of heeseung’s that you’ve met a handful of times.

his hands explore you like he’s mapping out his territory, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh while ignoring your pleas for him to stop. he moves like he’s on auto-pilot, guided only by his innate desire to claim you for himself after however many months of watching heeseung touch you and kiss you in ways he didn’t deserve to.

jay takes his time working you open on his cock, knowing he’s just too big for you to take all at once. ‘not used to my size, huh?’ he’s clearly smug and insinuating heeseung is smaller than him. ‘god, you’re so tight, baby, let me in,’ using his thumb to part your folds as he slowly rocks his hips to press himself deeper inside of you.

basic of me. but. innocent!reader looking for a summer job and just throwing out applications anywhere that’s hiring. you’ve spammed the ‘apply’ button on the job postings website to the point where you’re hearing back from places you don’t even remembering seeing the ad for.

when jay calls you, he’s really charismatic over the phone, well-spoken but non-threatening, he didn’t even remind you what the position was for but you agreed to meet him to talk more about it. he texted you an address and you prepared to go the next day. you brainstormed your answers for some typical interview questions, nailed down your availability and printed out another copy of your resume just in case.

when you arrive at the location, you’re surprised to see that it’s a residential home and not a business. you rationalize that he must be conducting interviews from home because he’s so committed to his business to go above and beyond and outside work hours. you’ve never had a full time job before. you can count on one hand the number of interviews you’ve attended in your life. you never had to work as a teen and you’ve been wrapped up in your post-secondary education for so long now you haven’t had time for anything else.

jay is so attentive, making eye contact and nodding to show you he’s actively listening as you answer questions on the couch in his living room. you feel so comfortable with him, the conversation doesn’t feel like an interview at all. slowly, the questions he’s asking you evolve from your university education and past work experience to your practical skills.

you start listing off adjectives people have used to describe you in the past, reliable, dedicated, task-oriented.. okay, maybe they’re just buzz words you saw online but after a moment, jay ‘politely’ cuts you off. ‘no, doll, i mean real skills. how’s your head game?’

you have no idea what he’s talking about but you quickly turn red as he laughs at you. it’s a gentle chuckle, but.. it’s still at your expense. jay can clearly sense your discomfort and rises from the armchair he’s been seated in across from you and joins you on the sofa. he sits close, too close and you can smell his heady cologne.

‘i can tell you’ve never done anything like this before.’ he says, his tone soothing but his hand is on your thigh, far too high to be respectable. you regret wearing shorts to this interview, his fingertips grazing your exposed skin while his other hand cups your cheek, turning your face towards him. his hands are cool in contrast to your flushed skin, your heart beating faster with every breath.

‘i think you’d be perfect, though.’ he purrs in your ear. ‘one more question and we can conclude the interview, but don’t stress too much, you pretty much already have the job.’ he laughs again, but it only makes you feel more uneasy.

his hands are on your breasts before you can blink, cupping the weight of them in his palms and thumbing over where your nipples rest. your sensitive peaks are eager to harden, straining against the thin fabric of your bra. he gives them an experimental squeeze, pushing them together and then up slightly to emphasize your cleavage peeking out the neckline of your top. ‘gorgeous.’ he murmurs, more to himself than you.

you mumble an incoherent protest, embarrassed by the situation and then even more at the fact that you’re just taking it. why can’t you do anything? you’re frozen in place, heat pooling in your core but your brain is screaming at you to run.

‘let me just get a closer look,’ jay says, his voice thicker now as he slips the straps of your tank top off your shoulders. you’re staying perfectly still, albeit trembling subtly. he finds the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with expert precision. you gulp audibly. the cups fall away from your heavy tits, jay dragging your shirt the rest of the way down to expose you completely. the cool air of his living room hits your skin, your nipples stiffening impossibly further.

‘yeah, you’ll be perfect.’ he breathes out, his eyes trained on your chest as he licks his lip. the swipe of his tongue across his lower lip makes your heart drop into your stomach.

‘i don’t…’ you start, desperately trying to say something but jay smoothly interrupts you again.

‘shush, don’t worry. i’ll teach you everything you need to know.’

"hee~ i'm here!" your muffled voice called out for him from outside his studio, the 'work in progress' sign up since he got there at 8am in the morning. he opened the door for you almost too soon, having expected you to come as he pulled you in and shut the door right away.

leaning into your body, heeseung trapped you between his arms as he took a deep breath of your vanilla perfume, a hint of jasmine coming through as he exhaled. he kissed you right at the side of your neck, a giggle falling out of your lips as he let go. "missed you so much baby, you have no idea."

smiling at him, you raised up the coffee you bought for him in between your bodies to hand it to him, which he simply took from you. in the meantime, his free hand slid down your back to firmly keep you in his hold as he led you both to where his equipment laid. the multiple screens filled with everything you could barely understand (you recognized some stuff here and there... hee had been teaching you some stuff whenever he wasn't too stressed with creating a song for his upcoming project!), but you knew that from the looks of it, and also knowing just how much of a perfectionist the man who held you is, heeseung had been working on the song currently on display for a while now.

he noticed your gaze on the monitor, and the way his eyes flickered between you and it was nothing short of a eureka moment. the trouble he had been having with the track he started the day before was finally resolved: he just had to make you sing on it too.

"you know... you've been on my mind the whole day... really missed you so much y/n," he leaned into you, placing the cup he held at the edge of the table, not even needing it anymore after being stuck in the confines of the small space for the past 7 hours.

"you've said that already hee," you smiled as you let him in, tilting your head so that you could feel how his kisses take your breath away.

and he did just that, now keeping you in place in between him and the table. "call me evan baby. still have to get used to the new name, hmm?" whispering, his thumb hooked onto the top of the jeans you wore, the ones that sculpted your body perfectly. it was a signal to get them off of you, so you helped him, holding the other side as you both tugged it down until it was just under your ass.

right then, evan turned you around as he pushed his keyboard and mouse to make space for you to bend over, your cheek on top of the wooden desk as you wondered what he would do. unbeknownst to you, the new audio line he clicked to create in an instance was already recording as his hand trailed down to the plump skin gleaming and begging to blush under his command.

he rubbed his palm on you before a sharp smack! sounded the room. your throat ripped out a beautiful moan at that, and it drove the producer over the edge. it felt like hitting the jackpot as the instrumental played in his mind, imagining your moan as a layer on top of everything else. "fuck... just like that pretty," he encouraged you, wanting to hear you more.

"e-evan..." you nervously called out his new name, making sure he can see your face with eyes that could only be described as doe-like and needy. you didn't need to say any more as he put on a soft smile, his hand spanking you right on top of where he did the first time.

letting out another moan, you felt his hand squeeze you tightly. the flesh spilled out from between his fingers as he pressed his clothed crotch in between your cheeks, an inevitable boner peeking through his sweats.

"you're so good for me, you know that?"

before you could respond, he raised his other hand and hit the neglected side, your words stuck in your throat as a loud gasp came about instead. there was no rhythm to his stinging pleasure, which made you anticipate the next one with an eagerness that reflected in your scrunched up panties, the bottom barely collecting your wetness.

if he wanted to, heeseung could just fuck you right then and there—you wouldn't object it. but between you and the track, spanking seemed like... the best option, to say the least.

as he went on, your feeble attempts to say his name made you feel so shy. you weren't used to calling him by his english name, but it strangely made you want to say it even more. you wanted to say evan evan evan until his name rolled out of your tongue effortlessly.

that's precisely what he wanted too, and hearing it made his body burn with ecstasy as his hand kept slapping your plush butt. he only hit with one hand now, the other one rooted into your scalp.

briefly pausing, heeseung pulled your pretty face up to his, speaking loud enough to have his voice get picked up by the microphone that had been recording everything that had been happening since the start. "such a pretty little slut for who princess?"

"for you, evan~"

      𝓻ɪᴋᴀ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ➷ hi bb @heechou i hope u like this… evan brainworms are soooo real now… m gonna think about prodevan sm actually (╥ ᴗ ╥)