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SYNOPSIS maybe making a nerd beg for your forgiveness was your kink? And maybe making you beg was also his?
PAIRINGS nerd!heeseung x popular!reader
WARNINGS smut with plot(?), switch!heeseung, making out, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, size kink, praising, somewhat insecure heeseung, hint at future 3some
A/N 8k+ words heavily inspired by all the nerd fics *leeechin and her loser!hoon pls.. im currently reading and eating up, loser!hee is long overdue at this point needed to make him a priority lol also super sleepy so not proofread
âI really donât think you should go through with this. Youâll chew him up and spit him out,â Wonyoung whispered in your ear, her eyes flicking toward the guy a few seats ahead of you.
You hadnât been paying attention to class for the past two hours, too busy eyeing Heeseungâlanky, messy hair, big glasses that slipped down his nose as he furiously scribbled notes. Something about the way he muttered to himself and hunched over his textbooks made you wonder what heâd be like when things got... intimate. You found yourself biting on your bottom lip and grinned.
âDo you think heâs a virgin?â you whispered back to Wonyoung, ignoring her warning.
She giggled softly. âMaybe. But even nerds have game these days. Might as well find out.â
âI swear, Y/N is staring at you,â Jungwon whispered excitedly, nudging Heeseungâs arm for what felt like the hundredth time. Heeseung tried to ignore him, rolling his eyes.
âNo way. She doesnât even know I exist,â he muttered, flipping through his notes with forced indifference. The idea of you noticing him was ridiculous. You were youâconfident, untouchable. He was just some guy trying to survive the semester.
But then, he chanced a glance behind him, just to prove Jungwon wrong. His heart jumped into his throat when his eyes met yours. You didnât look away. In fact, you winked at him.
Heeseungâs face flushed crimson as he whipped his head back to the front, his pulse racing. Jungwon snickered beside him, clearly enjoying his reaction.
âTold you, man,â Jungwon teased.
Heeseungâs thoughts were spinning. There was no way someone like you would actually be interested in him... right? But he couldnât help the small spark of hope that flickered in his chest. You, the girl everyone wanted, were giving him attention. For once, he wasnât invisible. And that both terrified and excited him.
You slipped through the mass of students as soon as class ended, making a beeline toward Heeseung. He was still at his desk, packing up his notes, oblivious to the fact that you were heading straight for him.
Jungwon noticed you first, eyes widening in surprise as he fumbled with his notebooks, hugging them to his chest. âH-Hi, Y/N,â he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he elbowed Heeseung hard to get his attention.
Heeseung let out a small groan, rubbing his side as he looked up. His expression shifted from irritation to wide-eyed surprise when he saw you standing in front of him.
âHey, Iâm Y/N,â you introduced yourself with a casual smile, though you knew you didnât have to. Your reputation precedes you, but there was something cute about doing it anywayâlike a formality. You watched as both of them stammered out their own introductions, even though you already knew their names. They were shy, but that just added to the fun.
âI know who you guys are,â you continued, leaning in slightly. âI was wondering if youâd want to group up for the project? Wonyoung ditched me for someone else, and I thought itâd be okay to work with you guys.â It was a harmless cover, but in reality, you had your eyes on Heeseung for other reasons. Still, two birds with one stone, good grades and a chance to see what Heeseung was really about.
Jungwon immediately nodded, almost too eagerly, slapping a hand on Heeseungâs shoulder. âWeâd love that,â he said with a grin, giving Heeseung a look as if urging him to just go along with it.
Heeseung blinked, clearly still processing the fact that you were talking to them at all. âUh, yeah, I guess itâd be fine,â he mumbled, his lips curling into a shy smile as he glanced at you nervously.
âPerfect! Let me give you guys my number,â you said, flashing them a confident smile. Both of them handed over their phones without hesitation. You quickly entered your contact information on Heeseungâs phone, adding a little heart next to your name for good measure before handing it back.
Jungwonâs eyes darted between you and Heeseung, a knowing grin playing on his lips as you sauntered off. âDude,â he muttered, nudging Heeseung again, âyou better not mess this up.â
Heeseung just stood there, staring at his phone, his heart racing as he saw your name and the heart emoji.
âIâm not sure what just happened,â he muttered under his breath, still in disbelief, âbut I think Iâm in trouble.â
Two days had passed, and you were growing impatient. Not a single text from either Heeseung or Jungwon. Were they really that swamped with schoolwork, or were they just too shy to make the first move? Deciding youâd waited long enough, you took matters into your own hands and set out to track Heeseung down.
You checked all the usual spots where nerds hang outâthe library, the study hall, even the cafeteriaâbut no luck. Then, as you wandered the quieter part of campus, you passed by the music room. It was mostly abandoned now, dusty and forgotten, but something made you stop. A soft humming caught your ear, pulling you toward the ajar door.
Peeking in, you spotted Heeseung sitting alone, flipping through his notebook and humming quietly to himself. The sight of him caught you off guardâhe looked so... at peace. You watched him for a moment, his soft voice filling the empty room. No wonder you couldnât find him earlier; no one came here anymore.
After a minute of listening, you knocked gently on the door, making him jump. His wide eyes shot up to meet yours, looking startledâalmost terrifiedâat the sight of you standing there.
âS-Sorry, I didnât know you wereââ he started, scrambling out of his seat, offering it to you in a flustered rush. It was the only clean seat in the room, the rest of the space coated in dust and neglect.
But you werenât focused on that. Your eyes were drawn to himâhis usually neat appearance was slightly undone. Two buttons on his shirt were carelessly unbuttoned, his tie loosened around his neck, and the messy look was doing things to you. He looked unexpectedly... hot.
Heeseung, on the other hand, was fumbling through an apology, but all you could think about was how good he looked, so different from his usual polished self.
You rolled your eyes, sitting down with a huff, blowing loose strands of hair away from your face. As you settled in, you beckoned Heeseung toward you with a slow curl of your finger. His breath hitched, and you could already see the nervous sweat forming on his forehead, his body stiff with tension as your presence overwhelmed him. Reluctantly, he shuffled closer until he crouched down, his wide eyes barely able to meet yours as you stared him down.
âItâs not very nice to leave me waiting,â you said coolly, your voice laced with annoyance. Heeseungâs cheeks flushed deeper as he nodded, his gaze flicking away quickly, unable to hold eye contact for more than a few seconds.
âI-i didnât know what to message you...â he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked embarrassed, and the sight of him, so timid and unsure, almost made you laugh. Almost. But you bit down on your lip, forcing back the giggle bubbling up. Instead, you shrugged, feigning disinterest, as if his pathetic nervousness didnât amuse you.
âA simple âhiâ wouldâve worked,â you replied nonchalantly, watching him squirm under your gaze. You let the tension hang in the air before adding, âBut now... I think I want an apology.â
Heeseungâs eyes widened, and he nodded quickly, already muttering, âOf course, Iâm really sorââ
âOn your knees,â you interrupted, your voice taking on a teasing, yet commanding tone. âJust so I know youâre sincere.â You fluttered your lashes at him, lips curling into a playful pout.
Heeseungâs breath hitched again, his throat visibly bobbing as he swallowed nervously. But he didnât argue. Slowly, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands trembling slightly as they hovered by his sides, unsure of what to do. His face flushed a deeper red as his eyes unintentionally fell to the edge of your skirt, where the faintest hint of your pink panties teased him, peeking between your legs. His mouth went dry, and he quickly averted his eyes, his whole body tense as he knelt there, waiting for your next move.
You nodded, silently urging him to continue. Heeseung stammered, his voice shaky as he tried to find the right words. He felt embarrassed, hot under your intense gaze. Just moments ago, everything had been peacefulânormal evenâbut now, here he was, on his knees, trying to beg for forgiveness while resisting the growing urge to glance between your thighs.
âI-Iâm really sorry, Y/N,â he whispered, his head dropping low in shame, every emotion swirling inside him, mixing into a mess of anxiety, desire, and guilt. He prayed none of it showed, especially the inappropriate thoughts creeping in as he tried to save face.
But you werenât done. You reached down, gently grabbing his chin, tilting his head back up until his wide eyes met yours again. You fixed his glasses, which had slid down his nose, and ran your fingers through his messy hair. âYouâre so cute like this, yâknow?â you said softly, a teasing smile playing on your lips. Heeseung choked on his spit, blinking rapidly as his mind struggled to keep up with the situation.
Before he could respond, you stood up, the edge of your skirt brushing against his face. From this angle, he had an unobstructed view of the way your panties moulded perfectly to your cunt, leaving little to the imagination. His breath hitched, and he felt a dizzy wave wash over him. Heeseungâs face turned a shade of red so deep he thought he might faint.
âOh god, Iâm so sorry about that,â you said with mock innocence, feigning surprise as if you hadnât planned it all along. Your voice dripped with playful teasing, and you watched as Heeseung struggled to regain control of his thoughts, his eyes darting anywhere but toward you.
You leaned down, lowering yourself to eye level with him again, your lips curling into a smirk. âYouâll forgive me, wonât you? After all iâve already forgiven you,â you whispered, your tone dripping with suggestion. His mind raced, and his throat felt dry as he nodded frantically, completely out of his depth, but too entranced by you to say anything coherent.
Satisfied, you patted his cheek lightly before turning to leave, letting your fingers trail under his chin for just a moment longer. âGood boy,â you murmured under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. With one last glance over your shoulder, you placed your phone up to remind him of what to do and walked out of the room, leaving Heeseung kneeling on the floor, heart pounding, utterly shaken.
Heeseung stayed frozen in place for a few moments after you left, still processing what had just happened. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his hair, mind racing, trying to figure out how to face you againâor if he even could.
Needless to say, he did message you. His text came in late that night, "Hey, about earlier... I'm really sorry again." You could almost picture him, blushing behind his phone, nervously typing and deleting his words before sending them. That was the moment your plan began to take shape.
It wasnât long before the perfect opportunity arose. Heeseung and Jungwon invited you over to their place to work on the project. You had played it cool, agreeing without hesitation, masking your real intentions behind the promise of schoolwork. This was your chance to get Heeseung exactly where you wanted him.
You stood outside their apartment door, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you checked your reflection on your phone screen one last time. Youâd dressed down, but in a way that still showed just enoughâcasual yet enticing. After all, you werenât here just for the project.
When Jungwon opened the door, he greeted you with a warm smile, stepping aside to let you in. âHey! Glad you could make it,â he said, gesturing toward the living room.
As you entered, you noticed immediately how much more relaxed they seemed in their own space. Heeseung sat on the couch, dressed in a fitted graphic tee that accentuated his lean frame, and joggers that hugged his legs perfectly. Gone was the timid, nerdy look he sported in class; here, he was undeniably handsome, and you couldnât help but appreciate the transformation. Jungwon was equally attractive, his casual hoodie and jeans showcasing a well-defined physique that you hadnât fully registered before.
âHey, Heeseung,â you teased, letting your voice drop a little lower as you stepped further into the room. He looked up, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly averted his gaze, but not before you caught the flicker of something in his expression.
âHey,â he mumbled, a nervous smile breaking through. You could see him trying to maintain his composure, but his cheeks betrayed him, coloring a light pink.
As you all settled down to work, Jungwon started outlining the project guidelines while Heeseung focused intently on his notes, though you noticed he couldnât help stealing quick glances your way. You played along at first, discussing ideas, jotting down notes, and pretending to pay attention. But soon enough, the atmosphere shifted.
You stretched out casually, your shirt riding up just enough to reveal a hint of skin, drawing Heeseungâs gaze once again. âItâs getting hot in here,â you murmured, more to yourself but loud enough for Heeseung to hear. His fingers tightened around his pen, and you could see his jaw clench as he fought the urge to look directly at you.
âYou okay, Hee?â you asked, your voice laced with playful concern. âYou seem a little... distracted.â
Jungwon, oblivious to the tension, glanced over at Heeseung and chuckled. âHeeseungâs always like that when heâs stressed,â he said, shaking his head. âBut we can take a break if you need one.â You noted how Jungwon didnât realize that the real distraction was you, sitting so close, your knee brushing lightly against Heeseung's under the table.
He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure as you continued to inch closer, your knee brushing against his under the table. It was a simple touch, but to him, it felt electric. His thoughts spiralled as his mind conjured images of everything heâd been trying to suppress since that day in the music room.
Suddenly, Heeseung stood up abruptly, almost knocking his chair over. âUh, can you... can you guys give me a minute?â he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âI need to... um... take care of something.â
You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. âTake care of what? Weâre in the middle of a project, hee.â
âYeah, itâs nothing! Just- just a quick break,â he said, his voice rising slightly in pitch. âIâll be back in a second. Please, just give me a minute.â
He quickly retreated into the hallway, leaving you and Jungwon in stunned silence.
Jungwon looked over at you, puzzled. âIs he okay?â
You shrugged, suppressing a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. âI think he might be overwhelmed,â you said, a smirk playing on your lips.
âMaybe we should go check on him,â Jungwon suggested, but you shook your head.
âNo, let him have his moment. Itâs probably just a bathroom break or something,â you replied, biting your lip to hold back your amusement.
Taking a deep breath, Heeseung leaned against the wall, trying to calm his racing heart. He could hear you and Jungwon talking softly in the living room, and the reality of what was happening hit him hard. He was undeniably attracted to you, and the more you flirted, the more he found it impossible to focus.
With shaky hands, he fumbled for his phone and quickly typed out a message: Hey, Iâm really sorry, but Iâm feeling kind of sick. I think itâs best if we wrap this up for today.
He hesitated before hitting send, biting his lip as he envisioned your reaction. But it was better this way; he couldnât risk being in the same room with you when his mind was racing in directions he didnât want it to go.
After a moment that felt like an eternity, his phone buzzed with a reply. You had responded almost immediately: Are you okay? Do you want me to bring you anything?
He frowned at your concern, a mix of guilt and appreciation swirling in his chest. No, Iâll be fine. Just tired, I think. Thanks for understanding.
Another buzz. Okay, we can reschedule. Take care!
He sighed, relief washing over him. Thanks, Y/N.
He took a moment to collect himself, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. He felt guilty for lying, but he knew it was for the best, at least until he figured out how to handle his feelings.
When he finally stepped back into the living room, you and Jungwon were both looking at him expectantly. Jungwon spoke first, his brow furrowed. âHey, everything okay? You look a little pale.â
âYeah, I just... thought it was best to call it a day,â Heeseung said, forcing a smile. âIâm not feeling great, and I wouldnât want to distract you guys from the project.â
You raised an eyebrow, concern evident in your eyes. âAre you sure? I can stay if you need anything.â
âNo, really. I think itâs best if you go home and let me rest,â he insisted, trying to sound convincing.
âOkay, if you say so,â you replied, though the hint of disappointment in your voice didnât go unnoticed by him.
You lingered for a moment, looking at Heeseung as if weighing your options. âText me if you need anything, alright?â
âOf course,â he replied, forcing himself to sound upbeat.
With one last look, you finally turned to leave, and Heeseung felt a pang of regret hit him. As soon as the door closed behind you, he leaned against it, exhaling deeply.
âEverything okay?â Jungwon asked, glancing back at Heeseung, who was still trying to catch his breath. âYou looked really flustered when Y/N was here.â
âYeah, just... a bit overwhelmed,â Heeseung admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. âI didnât want to freak out in front of her.â
âDude, sheâs into you,â Jungwon said, raising an eyebrow. âYou could have just gone with it. Instead, you made her leave.â
âI know,â Heeseung sighed, kicking at the floor. âI just... I donât know how to handle this. Iâm still trying to figure out what I feel.â
Jungwon smirked, shaking his head. âWell, good luck figuring that out while youâre trying to hide your crush. Just donât take too long.. I donât want to see you miss your chance.â
Heeseung groaned, plopping down on the couch. âThanks for the pep talk.â
âAnytime,â Jungwon said with a grin, heading into the kitchen to grab a snack. Heeseung watched him go, feeling a mix of frustration and longing.
Alone in the silence of the apartment, he couldnât shake the feeling that he had just made a huge mistake.
You couldnât shake the gnawing feeling of concern for Heeseung after he texted you that he was sick. Even though you had shared playful banter, something in his message had felt off, igniting a spark of worry within you. The thought of him alone in his apartment, feeling under the weather, was enough to propel you into action. Determined to check on him, you decided to surprise him with a visit.
With a small bag of snacks in hand, you made your way to Heeseungâs apartment. The soft sound of your footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, a stark contrast to the anticipation thrumming in your chest. As you entered Heeseung's apartment, courtesy of Jungwon for lending you a spare key, the cozy space wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The gentle aroma of herbal tea wafted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of laundry. Heeseung was curled up on the couch, bundled in a thick blanket, looking adorably vulnerable, but there was a flicker of mischief in his eyes. His hair was tousled, and his cheeks had a faint flush that made him look even more endearing.
âHey, how are you feeling?â you asked softly, crossing the room to kneel beside him.
He turned his head slightly, his large eyes widening with surprise and delight. âY/N? I didnât expect to see you here. I thought I told you I was sick.â His voice was a little too casual, and you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward, betraying his facade.
You smirked, settling down beside him. âExactly. Thatâs why I came to check on you. You canât just lie around here and get worse. Someone has to take care of you.â
He chuckled weakly, but there was an unmistakable glint of mischief behind his eyes. âYou really didnât have to.â
âToo bad! Iâm here now,â you declared, standing up and placing your hands on your hips, feigning authority. âNow, letâs see if you have a fever.â
Heeseung raised an eyebrow, suddenly hesitant. âUh, are you sure you need to do that?â
Without waiting for his response, you hopped onto the couch, positioning yourself over him. Heeseungâs breath hitched, eyes wide as you settled your weight on his hips, straddling him. The sudden proximity sent an electric shock through the air, making your heart race.
âJust hold still,â you said playfully, leaning down to press your forehead against his, your fingers gently brushing against his cheeks to gauge his temperature. âYouâre warmer than usual, but I canât tell if thatâs from your so-called illness or if youâre just flustered.â
Heeseung swallowed hard, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. âMaybe itâs a little bit of bothâĻâ
You chuckled softly, feeling a rush of exhilaration as your playful banter took on an undertone of tension. âI think we need a more accurate method.â
With a playful grin, you pulled back slightly and reached for the thermometer from your bag. As you turned back to face him, you couldnât resist leaning in closer, teasingly bringing the thermometer up to his lips.
âOpen up,â you instructed, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.
Heeseung hesitated, glancing down at the thermometer, his expression shifting from playful to anxious. âUh, are you really sure this is necessary?â
âOf course! How else am I supposed to know if youâre truly sick?â you replied, maintaining your teasing tone.
Finally, he relented, opening his mouth to take the thermometer. The moment it beeped, you pulled it away and glanced at the reading. âLooks like youâre slightly warm. But nothing I canât fix.â
âIs that so?â Heeseung asked, his voice slightly shaky as he tried to maintain his composure beneath you. âAre you sure you want to be here?â
You nodded, a smirk playing on your lips. âYes! A little TLC should do the trick. Now, letâs get you some soup and-â
Before you could finish your thought, he interrupted you, a sudden seriousness in his eyes. âY/N, are you sure youâre not just doing this because you feel sorry for me?â
The question caught you off guard. You had been so wrapped up in the playful banter that you hadnât fully considered the implications of your actions. âWhat do you mean?â
âI meanâĻ I donât want you to feel obligated to take care of me just because Iâm âsick.â If youâre here because you genuinely want to, then thatâs one thing. But if itâs out of pityâĻâ His voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding his expression.
You bit your lip, feeling a rush of warmth at his vulnerability. âHeeseung, Iâm here because I want to be. I wouldnât have come if I didnât care about you.â
The tension between you two hung in the air, your heart racing at the honesty in your words. You could see the relief wash over his features, followed by a glimmer of something deeper, something that felt almost like hope.
âReally?â he asked, his voice softening.
âYeah,â you replied, your gaze steady on his. âI like being here with you, even if you are pretending to be sick.â
Heeseung smiled shyly, his heart swelling with emotion. âThanks, Y/N. That means a lot to me.â
With that, the playful atmosphere returned, but now it was layered with something more- an understanding, a connection that felt genuine and real. As you straddled him, the weight of your body pressed against his, sending a jolt of electric tension sparking through the air. Heeseung's breath hitched, confusion mingling with an undeniable desire swirling within him. The playful glint in your eyes ignited a fire in his chest, the warmth of your presence overwhelming in the most intoxicating way possible.
âY/N, are you really sure about this?â he asked, his voice trembling slightly, as if afraid this intoxicating moment would shatter like glass at any moment.
âAbsolutely,â you replied, a mischievous smirk curling your lips as you leaned closer, your breath teasingly brushing against his ear. âBut first, letâs check your temperature.â The teasing lilt in your voice sent shivers cascading down his spine.
He hesitated, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that twisted and turned inside him. âIâm not really sick, thoughâĻâ he mumbled, cheeks flushed and gaze flickering to the side, not wanting to admit how desperately he craved the closeness.
You let out a soft, playful laugh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âOh, come on, seungie. Let me take care of you.â
Before he could protest any further, you pressed your palm against his forehead, the heat radiating off him igniting a thrill in your veins. Heeseung gulped, feeling the weight of your gaze anchoring him in place, his mind racing as he struggled to focus. You could see the way he squirmed under your touch, his breath hitching at the slightest contact, his vulnerability only heightening your desire.
âYouâre definitely warm,â you said, feigning seriousness, your thumb gently stroking his cheek, relishing the softness of his skin. âBut I think we need to take this a step further.â
âWhat do you mean?â he asked, voice barely above a whisper, heart racing with anticipation and confusion, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
Without answering, you shifted slightly, sliding your hands down to his waist, locking your eyes onto his. âI need to get a better reading.â With that, you fully settled into his lap, your weight pressing him deeper into the plush couch. Heeseungâs breath hitched, eyes wide as he felt the intoxicating heat of your body against his.
âY/N, waitââ
You leaned closer, fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt, teasingly close to where you knew he wanted you the most. âJust relax, Hee. Let me take care of you.â
He hesitated, heart pounding fiercely as you leaned in, capturing his lips in a teasing kiss. The softness of your lips against his ignited a fire within him, and he instinctively leaned into you, craving more. âThis isnât fair,â he murmured against your lips, the pull between you almost magnetic, trying to pull away but only finding himself drawn closer.
âWhy not?â you countered, a sly smile playing on your lips, mischief dancing in your eyes. âYouâre the one who looks like you need this the most.â
His cheeks burned at your words, heat pooling low in his stomach as he wrestled with his desire. âBut Iâm not-â
You cut him off with a sultry grind against him, the sudden friction causing him to gasp, a sharp intake of breath that echoed the conflict raging inside him. âTell me you want this,â you whispered, your breath hot against his ear, your words dripping with seduction. âTell me you want me.â
Heeseungâs resolve began to crumble under your teasing gaze, but he couldnât give in that easily. âI want you, Y/N,â he confessed, the sincerity in his voice laced with a defiant edge. âBut I want you to know that Iâm not just some easy target.â
Your heart raced at his words, and you leaned in closer, lips brushing against his neck, leaving soft, lingering kisses along his skin. âThen let me take care of you, Heeseung. Just let go.â
He hesitated again, squeezing his eyes shut, fighting against the overwhelming sensations threatening to sweep him away. âI donât know if I can just let go,â he admitted, voice thick with uncertainty, battling with the emotions swirling within him. âWhat if this is all a mistake?â
âOr,â you said playfully, pressing your lips to his neck, your voice sultry and inviting, âwhat if itâs the best mistake we ever make?â You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes glinting with mischief and lust. âYouâre clearly enjoying this. I can feel how much you want me.â
Heeseung opened his mouth to argue, but the words slipped away as he felt the heat radiating between you. âI do want you, but-â
You cut him off again, leaning in to capture his lips with a hungry kiss, a challenge hanging in the air between you. âThen let me show you just how good it can be.â
Heeseungâs breath quickened, and the way you looked at him made his heart race even faster. âFine,â he relented, determination lacing his voice as he leaned closer, breath hitching. âBut I want to hear you beg for it first.â
Your eyes widened in surprise, but the challenge sent a thrill through your body. âOh really? You think you can turn the tables on me?â
âAbsolutely,â he replied, confidence returning as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, teasingly intimate. âYou want me? Show me how much.â
You felt a rush of excitement at his words, but you werenât about to back down. âAlright then, Heeseung. I want you, and I want you to know that Iâm not afraid to take what I want.â
His gaze darkened with lust, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, a smirk playing on his face. âThen letâs see how far youâre willing to go. Beg for it, Y/N. Show me you want this.â
You felt a rush of excitement and defiance at his challenge, but you werenât one to shy away. âI want you, Heeseung,â you said, your voice dripping with sultriness, âand I want you to give me everything you have.â
âThen letâs make this interesting,â he proposed, his gaze heavy with desire. âYou want me to give you everything? Then show me just how much youâre willing to give in return.â
His challenge ignited a fire within you, and you knew you were in for a wild ride. You leaned in, capturing his lips again, this time with more urgency, and Heeseung responded, matching your fervor.
âY/N,â he breathed between kisses, the air thick with longing. âI want you to know that Iâm not going to make this easy for you. I want to see how much you can handle.â
âBring it on,â you replied, your voice sultry and daring as you pressed your body against his, feeling the heat radiating between you.
As the heat between you surged, you pulled away slightly, your breath mingling in the charged air. Heeseungâs eyes were dark with desire, but beneath that lust, there was a flicker of uncertainty. âY/N,â he murmured, voice low and gravelly, âare you really sure about this?â
You smirked, your gaze intense and unwavering. âI wouldnât be here if I wasnât. Just remember, Iâm the one who takes charge.â
âRight,â he replied, a hint of bravado creeping into his tone, but the way his hands fumbled as they reached for you only added to the tension. âSo what now?â
âNow,â you said, leaning in closer, letting your lips almost brush against his, âyouâre going to show me just how much you want me.â The air crackled with anticipation, your heart racing.
With a burst of confidence, Heeseung grabbed your waist, but in his eagerness, he tugged too hard, sending you both tumbling onto the couch in a tangled mess of limbs. His glasses slipped down his nose, and he hurriedly adjusted them, cheeks flushed with a mix of desire and embarrassment.
âSmooth,â you teased, trying to stifle your laughter as you looked up at him. Heeseungâs expression shifted from flustered to determined as he leaned over you, his body hovering above yours, the heat radiating between you palpable.
âLetâsâĻ try that again,â he said, voice shaky but filled with renewed resolve. His gaze roamed your body, taking in every curve, and you could practically see the fire igniting in him.
âShow me what youâve got, Heeseung,â you urged, your voice sultry and inviting. His confidence wavered for a moment, but he leaned down, capturing your lips that sent shivers down your spine.
His kiss was a mix of passion and clumsiness, his movements a bit awkward as he tried to deepen the connection. You could feel him hesitate, and that uncertainty only fueled your desire. âYouâre so cute when youâre trying to be confident,â you teased, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with him.
âShut up,â he replied, attempting to sound gruff but failing as a nervous smile broke through. He leaned down again, this time his kisses were more insistent, laced with an intoxicating urgency.
As he pressed his body against yours, you felt the heat between you intensify. âYou want this, donât you?â you murmured, your breath hot against his lips.
âMore than anything,â he breathed, his voice thick with need. Just as he leaned in for another kiss, his glasses slipped down again, and he fumbled to adjust them, frustration flickering across his face. âUgh, why am I such a loser?â
You couldnât help but laugh softly, the sound a heady mix of desire and mischief. âItâs part of your charm. Now, stop overthinking it and just kiss me.â
He nodded, visibly calming himself, and leaned in again, this time with a fierce intensity. He pushed his lips against yours, pouring all his eagerness and desire into the kiss, and you melted against him, surrendering to the moment.
Feeling emboldened, you moved your hands to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. Heeseung shivered at your touch, his breath hitching as you traced your fingers along the contours of his body.
âGod, youâre so warm,â you murmured against his lips, your voice low and sultry. âYou want me, huh?â
âI do,â he replied, voice thick with need, and leaned in, his kisses growing more fervent as he lost himself in you. He pressed his body against yours, the heat radiating off him intoxicating.
But just as he was getting lost in the moment, he accidentally bumped his head against your chin again, and both of you burst into laughter. âI swear Iâm not this clumsy normally!â he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
âWho cares?â you replied, your tone dripping with seduction. âJust focus on making me feel good.â You pulled him closer, your lips brushing against his neck as you whispered, âMake me feel good.â
His gaze turned heated, a primal desire flickering in his eyes as he leaned in, kissing a trail down your neck. His lips were warm and soft against your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. âY/N, you feel so good,â he murmured, voice thick with lust.
As he explored your body, you felt him beginning to lose himself in the sensations, the air thick with desire. Just when he seemed to find his rhythm, he accidentally brushed against your thigh with his knee, sending a shiver of excitement through you. âSorry,â he mumbled, cheeks burning as he tried to regain his composure.
âDonât apologize,â you whispered, capturing his chin with your fingers and forcing him to meet your gaze. âJust keep going.â
He leaned back in, the mix of confidence and nervousness fueling his desire. âLet me show you what I can do,â he said, voice low and commanding.
With newfound determination, Heeseung kissed a path lower, his lips trailing over your collarbone, hovering just above the swell of your breasts. âIs this okay?â he asked, his breath hot against your skin.
âYes,â you urged, your heart racing with anticipation. âMore. I want more, please seungieâ
Encouraged by your response, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the fabric of your shirt, igniting a fire within you. His kisses were urgent now, fueled by the intensity of the moment, and you could feel the heat pooling between your thighs.
Heeseungâs gaze darkened with desire. The air was electric, thick with anticipation. âI want to eat your cuntâ he growled, his voice low, the urgency unmistakable.
âThen do it,â you challenged, your voice sultry as you dared him to take control.
Without a word, Heeseungâs hands were on you, firm and eager. His fingers slid under the waistband of your shorts, and with one swift motion, he tugged them down, leaving you exposed before him. He tossed the fabric aside, eyes devouring the sight of you laid bare for him. His breath hitched as he knelt between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs possessively, pulling you closer.
âYouâre going to feel so good,â he murmured, his voice rough with hunger as he leaned in.
With that, Heeseung dove in, his lips pressing against your core. His tongue flicked out, tasting you with the urgency of a man starved. The sensation made your body jolt, and a gasp escaped your lips as he licked you up like he couldnât get enough.
âFuck, you taste incredible,â he breathed, pausing only to glance up at you with an intense gaze, his glasses slipping low on his nose. The sight of him, desperate and determined, sent a fresh wave of heat through you. Heeseung's hands tightened on your thighs as he dove back in, licking and sucking with a fervor that made your head spin.
âMore, Heeseung,â you moaned, your body trembling under his touch. âPlease, donât stop.â
âQuiet,â he growled, his voice filled with authority as he pulled you closer, burying his face between your legs. âLet me taste you.â
Heeseungâs tongue moved with more confidence now, sliding against you with a precision that left you breathless. He lapped at you eagerly, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you with a hunger that made your pulse race.
âY/N,â he groaned against your folds, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver through your body. âYouâre so fucking sweet.â
Heeseung was relentless, his tongue swirling and teasing in all the right places, his mouth claiming you as he drank you in. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, hips rocking against his face as you chased your release.
âHeeseung, yes,â you cried, feeling the tension build inside you, so close to the edge. âDonât stop, please-â
âThen beg for it,â Heeseung murmured against your pussy, licking up to your clit and circling around it as his eyes locked onto yours. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine, igniting the fire within you.
âPlease, Heeseung,â you gasped, your voice a desperate whisper. âI need more. I need your tongue on me.â
A wicked grin spread across his face, and he continued his teasing motions, his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. âThatâs better,â he said, his voice low and husky. âKeep going.â
You felt a rush of heat flooding your cheeks, but the overwhelming pleasure drowned out any embarrassment. âNgh~ please,â you pleaded, hips rocking instinctively against his mouth. âI canât hold on much longer.â
With each lick and gentle suck, Heeseung was relentless, pushing you closer to the brink. âI want to hear you say it,â he coaxed, his breath hot against you.
âPlease, Heeseung,â you whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer. âI want to come. Make me come, please.â
âGood girl,â he murmured, diving back in with intensity, his tongue working magic as he teased you relentlessly. The tension inside you coiled tighter, ready to snap as he continued his lewd actions.
With a low growl, Heeseung sucked harder, his tongue pushing you to the brink. âCome for me,â he demanded, his voice thick with lust. âI want to taste you.â
With one final flick of his tongue, the pressure snapped, and you came undone, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Heeseung kept his mouth on you, lapping up every drop of your release, his eyes locked on yours, filled with raw desire and satisfaction.
When you finally collapsed back, trembling and breathless, Heeseung pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips curling into a cocky grin. âThat was even better than I imagined,â he said, his voice dark and dripping with pride. âYou taste fucking amazing.â
As you caught your breath, Heeseungâs gaze locked onto yours, the heat between you still simmering, charged with the energy of your earlier exploration. The grin on his face was a tantalizing mix of satisfaction and insatiable hunger, his glasses slightly fogged from the heat of the moment, giving him an adorably flustered look that only heightened your desire.
âYouâre incredible,â he breathed, his voice low and husky, leaning closer until your foreheads touched, sharing the same intoxicating warmth.
You smiled, emboldened by his praise, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through you. âYouâre not so bad yourself,â you teased, your voice dripping with sultriness as you leaned in to capture his lips in a heated kiss. The taste of yourself lingered on his mouth, mingling with the sweet flavor of desire, and you deepened the kiss, pouring all your pent-up passion into it. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, igniting an unquenchable fire within you.
Heeseung responded instantly, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. The kiss was intoxicating, a heady mix of urgency and longing, as if you both were trying to consume each other entirely. His tongue slipped into your mouth, teasing and exploring, igniting a blaze deep within you that made your body ache for more.
âY/N,â he murmured against your lips, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with need and a look of pure love that made your heart race. âI want you.â
âThen take me,â you urged, your voice sultry and low, your heart racing at the prospect. âIâm all yours.â
His expression shifted to one of determination as he captured your lips again, kissing you with a raw intensity that left you breathless, your senses heightened. He pushed you back against the couch, his hands roaming your body with feverish need, exploring every curve, every contour. You could feel his heart pounding against you, a reminder of the electricity crackling between you.
Heeseung's hands slid down your body, grasping your thighs and lifting them to wrap around his waist. âIâve thought about this,â he confessed, his breath hot against your skin, sending goosebumps cascading across your body. âThought about how youâd feel wrapped around me.â
âThen letâs make it happen,â you urged, your voice thick with lust as you ground against him, feeling the unmistakable hardness pressing against you. The sheer weight of his cock sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. Who knew a nerd like him could possess such size? A flicker of uncertainty crossed your mind, would he even fit inside you?
With a swift movement, Heeseung adjusted your bodies, positioning himself at your entrance. He paused, looking deep into your eyes, searching for any hesitation. âAre you sure?â
You nodded, breathless, your body aching for him. âI want this, Heeseung. I need you.â
His lips curled into a smirk, a mixture of pride and mischief in his gaze. âGood,â he said, his voice a sultry whisper, before thrusting into you with one powerful movement. The sensation was overwhelming, stretching you perfectly as you gasped at the intensity, your body arching into him instinctively.
âGod, you feel amazing,â he groaned, his voice low and raspy, filled with unfiltered desire. The sheer size of him filled you up in ways you hadnât imagined, igniting a fire within you that drove you wild. You could feel the distinct bulge of his cock in your stomach, a constant reminder of just how much he had to offer. Heeseung had spent countless hours lost in wet dreams and endless scrolls through porn sites, but nothing could compare to this- a real connection, real pleasure that felt as if it was lifting you to new heights.
âFuck, youâre so big,â you gasped, your eyes rolling back as he continued to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His cock stretched you to your limits, filling you completely and making you feel utterly owned.
âYeah? You like that?â he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at where you were connected, watching the way his cock disappeared inside you. âYouâre taking me so well.â
The weight of his cock stretching you made you feel desperate, a primal urge to be filled completely. âMore,â you breathed, your body begging for him to give you everything he had. You could feel your body tightening around him, urging him on, craving his every thrust.
Heeseungâs expression shifted to one of pure determination as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin against skin filled the air, each thrust pushing you deeper into bliss. âYouâre so perfect for me, Y/N,â he murmured, voice thick with lust and admiration. âIâve wanted this for so long.â
âThen donât stop,â you cried out, feeling the heat coiling in your core. âIâm so close.â
In a moment of playful mischief, you reached up and adjusted his foggy glasses, clearing his view just as his eyes widened in shock and lust. The sight of you, glistening with desire and slightly breathless, made his breath hitch. With a feral growl, he thrust harder, his need intensifying as he chased your shared pleasure.
âMe too,â he groaned, pushing harder, chasing his own release. With every thrust, he buried himself deeper, the overwhelming sensation of his size driving you both closer to the edge, the bulge in your stomach becoming more pronounced with each powerful movement.
With one final powerful thrust, he hit that sweet spot, and the pleasure consumed you both, washing over you like a tidal wave. You felt the tension in your body peak, and as you cried out his name, your orgasm crashed over you, waves of ecstasy washing over you.
âY/N!â he shouted, feeling you tighten around him, and with one final thrust, he spilled into you, warmth flooding your core as he filled you completely. You could feel the delicious warmth of his release spreading inside you, a sensation that sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body. The way his cock pulsed inside you made you feel completely full, satisfied in every sense.
You both fell into a panting mess, bodies entwined, the world outside fading away. Heeseung collapsed beside you, breathless but with a satisfied smile playing on his lips, his glasses slightly askew and still fogged from the intensity of your connection.
âFuck,â he murmured, turning to look at you, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief. âThat wasâĻ amazing.â
You grinned back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the connection youâd just forged. âYeah, it really was. And I didnât know you were this big.â
He chuckled softly, a hint of pride shining through his eyes, still full of love and admiration. âGuess I have some advantages.â
You laughed, feeling your heart swell at the moment shared between you, an intimate secret you would carry together. âDefinitely an advantage.â
As you both began to come down from the high of your shared ecstasy, Heeseung pulled you close, his fingers gently brushing through your hair.. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, a steady reminder of the intensity you had just shared. Your heart felt giddy as you looked at him, his hair tousled and his glasses almost fogged up again from the heat of the moment.
âLetâs clean up before Jungwon gets here,â Heeseung suggested, his voice still slightly breathless but laced with affection as he leaned down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.
You nodded, smiling softly as you helped him untangle yourselves from each other, the lingering warmth of his body still radiating against yours. Adjusting your clothes, you felt a mix of giddiness and satisfaction at the shared intimacy.
Unbeknownst to you both, Jungwon had arrived just moments earlier. He stood just outside the door, the sound of loud moans and passionate cries echoing through the hallway. His face flushed a deep crimson as the realization of what he was hearing hit him like a wave. He blinked in disbelief, blood pulsing to his cock as he listened to his best friend finally manage to fuck.
âLucky idiot,â he muttered under his breath, a mix of envy and amusement swirling within him. Shaking his head, he turned away from the door, his mind racing with thoughts and images he couldnât shake. With a silent, careful motion, he closed the door, trying to ignore the lingering sounds of pleasure that filled the air.
As he walked up to his room, Jungwon knew heâd definitely be taking care of himself tonight, the vivid sounds of your shared bliss echoing in his mind as he settled in for a long, private session of his own.
i have seen some tweets about how some korean ot7 fans from debut/neutral/non hateful ot6 fans are leaving the fandom due to this terrible incident, especially since sm ent is carrying on like nothing is happening. I point this out not with any glee. neither am I implying riize will fail, especially in east asia, because they most certainly will/should not and it's ridiculous that anyone is implying that. I say this merely to point out that we are not alone in our frustrations as intl briize and this incident has had more of a damaging long term impact than sm/ot6 probably realized.
i have seen some tweets about how a korean ot6 fan now supports and likes seunghan because of the kind actions and love shown by ot7 briize.
normal people are talking about seunghan now. people are talking about the support projects outside sm for him. public opinion on him is shifting even though sm is controlling the media narrative. a lot of regular people know him and are cheering him on.
264 stores are boycotting worldwide.
sm's instagram account is viewing stories with seunghan's support projects.
a lot of j briize are ot7, though they won't boycott, but are atleast funding support projects for him.
the number of k briize who were previously silently supporting seunghan are coming out more and more to support him loudly. because they are gaining confidence and strength from us intl briize (they said this)
I'm saying this so that you guys know that the boycott is working. we are being noticed. things are changing. you have to be patient it'll take time. but be consistent. that's better than a massive outrage and then silence. sm is waiting for this to blow over and be a temporary inconvenience. dont do that pls!!! I saw someone voting while claiming to boycott?? NO!! please don't give up. we are doing extremely well!! as you can see above, our boycott is having effects that we can't even really see due to diff language and location etc. but its working!! so I'm begging you not to give up. it's only been a week. do not give up.
i would also suggest if you have instagram to make insta stories supporting seunghan and rii7e and tag smtown in it since they're monitoring. make it known that we are brii7e and how much we love the 7 of them. PLEASE BE CAREFUL NOT TO SAY ANYTHING THAT REFLECTS BADLY ON RII7E OR BRII7E!! insta is important in korea so please try to do this!!!
the last part where k briize are speaking out and expressing their support because of intl briize đĨē slow and steady wins the race. donât stop supporting the boycott, itâll be lifted eventually so donât interact with ANY and ALL sm ent content including, but not limited to youtube, music, social mediaâs, votingâĻ
pairing -> gamer!riki x beauty influencer!fem reader
warnings -> swearing
genre -> smau, fluff, humor, angst, kinda love triangle
synopsis -> you hated gamers. riki hated ulzzangâs (except you). so after weeks of fighting to be the top streamer, (and rikiâs poor attempts to charm you), he suggests to collaborate so you could both be number one. you tried to keep it professional. but the more time you spent producing content together, the more you realized just how much nishimura riki really meant to you.
status -> september 6 2024 - october 15 2024
taglist is closed.
profiles -> nintendo sponsors | diors angels
stream 001 ; who is nishiriki2005
stream 002 ; gamer stereotypes
stream 003 ; looks but no personality
stream 004 ; angel wings
stream 005 ; miss dr jart ambassador
stream 006 ; persistent guys
stream 007 ; persona
stream 008 ; mickey and minnie
stream 009 ; for me, or for you?
stream 010 ; rainbow road
stream 011 ; the after party
stream 012 ; second first date
[fin.] stream 013 ; locked down
authors note - titles are constantly subject to change
WARNINGS. SMUT so mdni, having sex to get pregnant, jake wanna start a family, kisses, rough sex, breeding, clit rubbing, fingering, finger fucking, cursing, making out, unprotected sex (pls donât), everything is consensual, proofread but i'm sorry if there's mistakes! (Imk if i missed something pls!!)
anonâs req. âjake and reader being married and both of them want a child then the night js gets rily steamy...â
genre. smut + fluff
pairing. husband!jake x afab!reader
wc. 3.2k
    You and Jake had been married for almost four years, and your relationship was everything you couldâve ever hoped for. The two of you had shared countless experiencesâfrom spontaneous vacations to quiet nights at home, where the silence between you felt comforting rather than heavy. Jake had this way of grounding you, balancing out your lively energy with his calm and steady presence. Every moment you spent with him, whether big or small, reminded you that youâd chosen the right person to spend your life with.
    Lately, though, something had shifted between you. It wasnât something either of you spoke about directly at first, but it lingered in the air like an unspoken question. The idea of having a child had crept into your conversations in passingâa fleeting thought of what it would be like to start a family, how a baby would change your life together. Initially, it was just idle talk, imagining what your child might look like, what kind of parents youâd be. It was fun, light, nothing serious.
    But then, it became more frequent, more tangible. You noticed how Jakeâs gaze lingered on children at the park during your walks or how he seemed more focused whenever youâd talk about the future, his words wrapping around the idea of family more than before. He didnât push it, never pressured you, but it was clearâhe was ready.
    One night, after a quiet dinner at home, the conversation turned serious. You were cuddled up on the couch together, the soft glow of the TV filling the room, but neither of you were really paying attention. Jake was tracing circles on your leg with his fingers, and the warmth of his body pressed against yours made everything feel soft and safe.
    He shifted, turning his head slightly to look at you, his gaze tender but with a certain seriousness you hadnât seen before. âYou know,â he started, his voice soft, âweâve been talking about it for a while nowâĻ having a baby.â
    You felt your body tense just slightly, and Jake noticed. His hand stilled on your thigh, and he leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âIâm not trying to rush you,â he reassured you gently, âbutâĻ Iâve been thinking about it more. I want us to start a family.â
    The words hung in the air, thick with emotion. Your heart swelled at the idea, but at the same time, a knot of anxiety twisted in your chest. It wasnât that you didnât want children, but something about the finality of the decision, the gravity of it, made you hesitate. Youâd always imagined having kids with Jake, seeing him as a father, but you werenât sure if you were ready for that yet.
    You took a deep breath, sitting up a little, turning to face him more directly. âJakeâĻâ you began, your voice soft, hesitant. âI donât know if Iâm ready for that yet.â
    Jakeâs face softened, and he nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. âI get it,â he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âItâs a big decision. I justâĻ I guess Iâve been feeling more and more like Iâm ready. But I donât want to do this if youâre not completely sure.â
    You swallowed hard, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. Jake had always been so good, so patient, and you didnât want to disappoint him. But you also knew that this wasnât something you could jump into just to make him happy.
    âI want to,â you said honestly, your voice shaking slightly. âI really do, butâĻ I donât know if Iâm ready for everything that comes with it. Iâm scared.â
    Jakeâs expression softened even more, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. âItâs okay,â he murmured into your hair. âWe donât have to rush. Weâll take our time. I want you to feel ready, too.â
    You stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other, feeling the weight of the conversation settle between you. You knew this wasnât the last time it would come up, and deep down, you could feel Jakeâs yearning, his readiness to take that next step.
    A few weeks later, on a crisp Saturday afternoon, you and Jake decided to take Layla, for a walk at the park nearby. The sun was beginning to dip below the trees, casting a golden hue across the grass. The familiar sounds of kids laughing and the soft rustle of the wind made everything feel peaceful, like the world was taking a breath.
    As you walked side by side, Jakeâs hand brushing yours occasionally, you couldnât help but notice how his face lit up when he saw a group of kids playing on the jungle gym. He smiled at them, a warm, unguarded smile that youâd seen so many times before, but today it hit you differently. There was a longing in his expression, one you couldnât ignore.Â
    Layla wagged her tail as a small boy, maybe around five, approached cautiously, his eyes wide with excitement. "Can I pet her?" he asked, looking between you and Jake.
    "Of course," Jake said, kneeling down beside Layla to show the boy how to gently stroke her fur. You watched as more children started gathering around, laughing and playing with Layla, who was more than happy to soak up all the attention.
    Jake glanced at you, his smile widening. âSheâs a hit,â he said softly, but there was something else in his eyes. It wasnât just pride for Layla; it was the way he watched the kids, the ease with which he interacted with them, that made your heart ache a little.
    As you stood there, watching Jake laugh and chat with the kids, something shifted in you. For the first time, the thought of having a child didnât fill you with anxietyâit filled you with a strange warmth, a sense of readiness. Maybe it was seeing how naturally Jake took to the role, how the kids seemed to gravitate toward him, or maybe it was just time. You werenât sure when it had happened, but suddenly, you werenât as scared as you had been before. The idea of having a familyâyour familyâfelt right.
    On the walk home, Jake was still in high spirits, recounting how funny the kids had been, how Layla had done so well with them. You found yourself smiling, too, but your mind was elsewhere, turning over the decision youâd been wrestling with for so long.
    When you got back home, you kicked off your shoes and sank into the couch, feeling the comfortable exhaustion of a good day. Jake came over and sat beside you, pulling you into his arms like he always did. For a moment, there was only the sound of Layla settling down by your feet and the soft hum of the house around you.
    Then, without thinking too much about it, you spoke. âIâve been thinkingâĻâ
    Jake turned to you, his brow furrowing slightly in that concerned way that always made you smile. âAbout?â
    âAbout what you said,â you replied, your voice soft but steady. âAbout starting a family.â
    Jakeâs eyes widened just slightly, and you could see the way his breath hitched. He didnât say anything, didnât push, just waited, his hand resting on your knee, patient and quiet like always.
    You swallowed, feeling the words catch in your throat for a moment. âIâĻ I think Iâm ready now,â you said, surprising even yourself with how certain you felt. âI want to try. To start a family. With you.â
    For a second, Jake just stared at you, as if he hadnât fully processed what youâd said. But then his face broke into the softest, most genuine smile youâd ever seen. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours as if to make sure this was real.
    âAre you sure?â he asked, a slight smile on his face, his voice barely more than a whisper, but you could hear the hope and the joy underneath it.
    You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion. âYeah. Iâm sure. I want this.â
    Jake didnât say anything for a moment; he just pulled you into him, holding you so tightly you could feel his heartbeat against yours. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there, and when he finally pulled back, there were tears in his eyes.
    âI love you,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âI love you so much.â
    âI love you too,â you whispered.
    Jakeâs hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, until you were straddling him on the couch. He looked up at you, his hands resting on your hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles over your skin.
    âIâm fucking serious,â he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. His hands moved up to your back, tugging you closer until your lips were just inches from his. âI wanna fill you up, babe. Letâs make that baby.â
    You nodded, breathless, your hands moving to his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. âYes please,â you whispered, your voice shaky with need. âI want it so bad.â
    Jake groaned softly, his hands gripping your hips tighter. âFuck, you have no idea what you do to me. I waited for this day, feels like forever.â
    Without another word, Jakeâs lips crashed against yours, the kiss deep and hungry. His hands roamed your body, tugging at your clothes, desperate to feel you. You kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging as he groaned into your mouth.
    Jake shifted beneath you, guiding you down onto the couch as he hovered above you, his body pressing into yours. His lips left yours to trail down your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, making you gasp and arch into him.
    âJake,â you breathed, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he worked his way lower, his hands already sliding under your shirt.
    He pulled back just enough to yank your shirt over your head, tossing it aside before he leaned down again, his mouth finding your collarbone, trailing kisses down to your chest. His hands fumbled with your bra, and with a frustrated growl, he unclasped it, tossing it aside as well.
    âFuck, youâre perfect,â he muttered, his lips closing around one of your nipples, sucking gently before his teeth grazed over the sensitive skin.
    You moaned, your back arching off the couch as Jake continued to tease you, his hands sliding down your body, gripping your hips tightly. âPleaseâĻâ you whispered, already feeling desperate for him.
    He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of you beneath him. âYou want me to fuck you, donât you?â His voice was rough, almost a growl, as his hands slid to the waistband of your pants, tugging them down.
    You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps as the cool air hit your skin. âYesâĻ god, yes.â
    Jake smirked, his hands moving back to your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between your legs. âGood,â he whispered, leaning down to kiss you again, slower this time, more deliberate. âBecause Iâm gonna fuck you so hard, babe. Gonna make sure youâre carrying my baby by the time Iâm done.â
    The way he said it, the raw need in his voice, had you trembling with anticipation. You could feel how badly he wanted this, how badly you wanted this, and it only made you ache for him more.
    Jakeâs fingers slid between your legs, teasing you, finding you already wet for him. âFuck, youâre so ready for me,â he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he teased you, his fingers slipping inside you just enough to make you gasp.
    Your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more. âJake, pleaseâĻâ
    He chuckled softly, his fingers working you slowly, driving you crazy with the way he was teasing you. âPatience, baby,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. âI wanna take my time with you.â
    But there was nothing slow about the way his fingers moved now, thrusting deeper inside you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing slow, deliberate circles. You moaned, your hands gripping the couch as your body arched beneath him.
    âFuckâĻâ you gasped, your hips moving against his hand as he worked you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
    He pulled his fingers out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He grinned, clearly enjoying the way you were falling apart beneath him. âNot yet, baby. I want you to cum when Iâm inside you,â he growled, his hands moving to his pants, quickly undoing the buttons and pushing them down.
    He quickly stripped off his clothes, his cock already hard and aching for you. You couldnât tear your eyes away from him, your mouth going dry at the sight of him above you, his body tense with need, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked it slowly, watching your reaction.
    You could barely breathe as you watched him, your body trembling with need. You wanted himâneeded himâand Jake could see it in your eyes.
    He settled back between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance, his hands gripping your hips as he leaned down to kiss you again. âAre you ready, baby?â he whispered against your lips, rubbing his dick against your wet folds.
    You nodded, your hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. âYesâĻ fuck, yes.â
    Jake pushed into you slowly, filling you completely, the sensation overwhelming as he stretched you, making you gasp. He groaned softly, his forehead resting against yours as he thrust into you deeper, his hands gripping your hips tightly.
    âFuck, you feel so good,â he muttered, his voice rough with need as he started to move, his thrusts deep and steady.
    Your hands slid down his back, your nails digging into his skin as he moved inside you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. âOh my God,â you moaned, your hips moving in time with his.
    Jake growled, his pace quickening as he thrust harder, his grip on your hips tightening. âYouâre mine, baby,â he muttered, his voice dark with possession. âAll mine.â
    âYes,â you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked you harder, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
    Jakeâs hand slid down to your stomach, pressing against it gently as he thrust into you, his breath hot against your ear. âIâm gonna fuck a baby into you, babe,â he whispered, his voice rough with need. âGonna fill you up, make you mine forever.â
    The way he said itâthe raw intensity in his voiceâsent you over the edge. Your body tensed, your back arching as your orgasm washed over you, leaving you trembling and gasping beneath him.
    He leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough, bruising kiss, his hand sliding down to your stomach, pressing down gently as he thrust into you harder, his cock hitting even deeper inside you. âYouâre gonna look so fucking good carrying my baby,â he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with need.Â
    The thought of itâof being full of him, of carrying his babyâpushed you closer to the edge. Your body tensed, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Jakeâs pace grew more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he fucked you harder, faster.
    âIâm closeâĻ fuck, Iâm so close,â he muttered, his voice strained as his thrusts grew more desperate, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
    You could feel your own orgasm building, the pressure in your core growing with every thrust, every word he whispered in your ear. âJakeâĻ oh my god, Iâm gonnaââ
    Jakeâs thrusts grew harder, more frantic, his cock pulsing inside you as he chased his own release.
    âFuckâĻ fuck, Iâm gonna cum,â he growled, his grip on your hips so tight it almost hurt as he thrust into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he came, his cock twitching as he filled you with his cum.
    Jakeâs body trembled against yours, both of you lost in the aftermath of your shared release. His forehead pressed against yours, breaths mingling as he stayed inside you, buried deep, holding you like he couldnât let go. His hand moved to cup your cheek, thumb brushing softly over your flushed skin. He leaned in, kissing you again, but this time slowerâsofter, like he was savoring every second.
    âFuckâĻ youâre amazing,â he whispered breathlessly, his lips grazing yours before he kissed you again, deeper this time. His body still hovered over you, his cock twitching slightly inside you, still hard even after coming undone.
    You smiled, snuggling into his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. âWe did it,â you whispered, your hand resting on your stomach, already imagining what the future might hold.
    Jake looked down at you, his expression soft and full of love. âYeahâĻ we did.â He kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms tightly around you. âYouâre gonna be such a perfect mom, yeah ?âÂ
    You smiled against his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the gentle rhythm of his heart beating beneath your ear. His words wrapped around you like a blanket, filling you with love and reassurance. âYou really think so?â you asked softly, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his skin.
    Jake tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes, his gaze soft but unwavering. âI know so,â he said firmly. âYouâre everything to me, and our babyâs gonna have the best mom in the world. Youâre so loving, so strongâĻ I see it every day.â
    Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldnât help the tear that slipped from the corner of your eye. Jake immediately brushed it away with his thumb, his touch tender and filled with care.
    âHey,â he whispered, his lips finding yours in a soft, lingering kiss. âNo tears, okay? Youâre incredible. Iâm so lucky to have you. Our baby is going to be so lucky to have you.â
    You laughed softly, the sound muffled by the emotion in your throat. âIâm the lucky one, Jake. Youâve been my rock through everything. Youâre gonna be the most amazing dad.â
    Jakeâs smile grew, his eyes bright with affection as he cupped your face in his hands. âIâm gonna do everything I can for you both. Iâm not just gonna be a dadâIâm gonna be your partner through this, every step of the way.â
    You snuggled closer, the future stretching out before you, full of possibilities and love. âI canât wait for all of it,â you whispered, closing your eyes as you rested your head on his chest again. âYou, me, and our babyâĻ itâs going to be perfect.â
    Jakeâs arms tightened around you, his voice low and tender as he kissed the top of your head again. âYeah, it will be. Weâve got each otherâand thatâs all weâll ever need.â
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Summary â it was halloween and you decided to stay home with your boyfriend. you thought it would be a quiet movie night, until you were talking and you told him serial killers kinda turn you on.
a/n: đđ hee has me on a chokehold recently sooooooo, enjoy!
It was a chilly Halloween night, and you and your boyfriend Heeseung had decided to spend it in the cozy warmth of your apartment. While the rest of the world was out attending costume parties, trick-or-treating, or watching horror movies, you both opted for a more intimate and relaxed night in. Candles flickered around the living room, and the scent of pumpkin-spice lattes hung in the air. The windows were cracked open just enough to let the cool breeze sneak in, adding to the autumnal ambiance. You sat across from each other on the couch, your legs curled under a thick blanket as you sipped on wine, engaged in casual conversation.Â
But tonight, the conversation had taken an unexpected turn.
You had always been open with Heeseung, never hiding your thoughts or desires. Tonight was no exception. As the topic wandered from one thing to another, you finally admitted something youâd kept buried for a while.Â
âIâve always beenâĻ kind of into serial killers,â you said, your voice low but steady, your gaze meeting his as if daring him to be shocked. âI know it sounds crazy, but there's just something about it, something thrilling. Dangerous.â
Heeseungâs brows shot up in surprise. He wasnât naive about your personality â you had always shown him you were more than the "good girl" everyone assumed you were on campus. He loved that side of you, the one that craved excitement and darkness. But this? This was new. He leaned back slightly, his lips curling into an amused grin.
âOh?â he said, his voice deepening with curiosity. âSerial killers, huh?â
You nodded, biting your lip, feeling a little heat rise to your cheeks. But you didnât feel embarrassed. Not with him. âI find itâĻ hot. Sexy, even. Knives, the thrill of being hunted. It just does something to me.â
Heeseung blinked, clearly processing what you had just said, but there was no judgment in his eyes. If anything, his expression only became more intrigued. He let out a short laugh, shaking his head slightly. âYouâre full of surprises, you know that?â
âI know,â you said, your lips curling into a playful smirk. âDoes it freak you out?â
He chuckled again, shaking his head. âNot at all. I mean, I always knew you had a wild side, but damn.â
He scooted closer to you on the couch, the blanket shifting as he moved. There was something darker, more intense in his eyes now. As if a switch had flipped. You could feel the shift in the atmosphere, your heart pounding a little harder as his fingers grazed your thigh.
Then he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice lowering to a near-whisper. âWhat if I were a killer, and you were my next victim? What would you do?â
The question sent a shiver down your spine. It wasnât just his words but the way he said them â his tone dripping with menace, yet still teasing. The line between playful and dangerous blurred instantly, your mind spinning as your pulse quickened. You swallowed, your voice trembling with excitement.
âI-I guess Iâd run,â you said, almost breathless.
Heeseung smirked, his eyes flashing with something darker. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding it just tight enough to make you feel the tension. âYouâd run? Good. Iâd chase you. And when I catch you, Iâd make sure you knew just how much trouble youâre in.â
Your breath hitched. You were entirely caught up in the moment, the shift in energy sending a thrill through your body. He was so good at this, so convincing. It was like his entire demeanor had transformed. The Heeseung you knew, the sweet, playful boyfriend, had vanished â replaced by someone darker. Someone dangerous.
âRun,â he whispered, his voice a low growl. His grip on your wrist loosened just enough for you to slip free.Â
You didnât think twice. You bolted off the couch, your heart pounding in your chest as you darted towards the hallway. It felt ridiculous, but at the same time, thrilling. Your legs carried you down the hallway, past the bathroom, towards the bedroom. You could hear his footsteps behind you, slow and deliberate, but menacing in a way that sent a jolt of excitement through you. You knew he wasnât rushing after you â he was savoring the chase, playing the part.
You ducked into the bedroom, your breath coming in quick bursts, your pulse racing. The thrill of being hunted made your body tingle with excitement. You quickly hid behind the door, pressing your back against the wall, trying to control your breathing. Your mind raced as you listened for his footsteps.
The apartment was eerily quiet, save for the faint creak of the floorboards as Heeseung moved closer. You could almost hear your own heartbeat in your ears, a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Then, his voice broke through the silence.
âWhere are you hiding, baby?â Heeseung called out, his voice calm but with a sinister edge that made your skin prickle. âIâll find you. And when I do, youâre mine.â
You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from making a noise. Every part of you was buzzing with a mixture of fear and arousal. He was so good at this, it was almost terrifying.
Then, you heard the bedroom door creak open. You held your breath, pressing yourself further against the wall. Heeseung stepped into the room, and you could feel his presence, his calm but dangerous energy filling the space. He was close now, so close.
Suddenly, you heard the unmistakable sound of something metal scraping along the doorframe. You peeked out from your hiding spot and saw him holding a knife â not real, but the fake one heâd used for his Halloween costume last year. It glinted in the dim light of the room, and the sight of it sent a shiver down your spine. You knew it wasnât real, but the image of him holding it was enough to make your heart race even faster.
âI know youâre in here,â Heeseung said, his voice dark and smooth. âYou canât hide from me forever.â
You couldnât help it â a small whimper escaped your lips. Heeseungâs head snapped in your direction, his eyes locking onto you in an instant.Â
âThere you are,â he purred, his voice sending another thrill through you.
You bolted from your hiding spot, trying to make a dash for the door, but Heeseung was faster. He grabbed you, pinning you against the wall in one swift, practiced motion. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him. The knife was pressed lightly against your throat â not enough to hurt, but just enough to send your pulse skyrocketing.
âYou didnât run fast enough, baby,â he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. âNow youâre mine.â
Your breath came in ragged gasps, your heart pounding against your chest. The fear, the thrill of it all, had you completely entranced. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, filled with a mixture of amusement and something far more dangerous.
"Look at you," Heeseung growled, his voice low and dripping with amusement. âAll worked up because you like dangerous shit, huh?â
You tried to respond, but his grip on your face tightened, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to keep you still. Your heart pounded in your chest, the mixture of fear and arousal overwhelming every sense.
âFuck,â he scoffed, his lips curling into a wicked grin. âI didnât know you were this filthy, baby. Liking knives and serial killers? Youâre even freakier than I thought.â
Your breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending a wave of heat through your body. âWhatâs wrong with you?â he mocked, his voice dark and teasing. âHuh? Does this shit really get you wet?â
Heeseungâs free hand trailed down your body, fingers ghosting over the curves of your waist, deliberately slow, teasing. His touch was rough, your skin tingled under his fingers, the anticipation driving you insane.
âYouâre sick,â he continued, his voice thick. âGetting off on being hunted like some prey. Do you even realize how fucked up that is?â
You whimpered, the tension in the air building to an almost unbearable level. He smirked, clearly enjoying the way you responded to his words. His hand finally settled on your throat, not squeezing too hard, but enough to remind you that he had all the power in this moment.
âWhatâs that, baby?â he cooed mockingly. âCat got your tongue? Or are you too busy dripping over the thought of me fucking you like the dirty little slut you are?â
Your body trembled under his grip, the combination of his degrading words and the roughness of his touch sending a wave of heat straight to your pussy. Heeseungâs smirk only deepened when he saw the effect he was having on you.Â
âYeah,â he growled, his breath hot against your skin. âYou fucking like this, donât you?â
He chuckled darkly, his hand still gripping your throat as he leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning your body as if you were something he owned, something he could play with however he wanted.
âI shouldâve known,â he sneered. âThat âgood girlâ act on campus? Total fucking bullshit. I bet no one knows how much of a dirty little freak you really are. Getting wet for knives and killers. How fucked up is that, baby?â
You tried to speak, but Heeseungâs grip on your throat tightened just enough to cut off any response. His eyes darkened, and he leaned in again, his lips brushing against your jaw as he spoke.
âTell me,â he hissed. âWhat else gets you off? Huh? Is it the thought of me chasing you down, pinning you to the ground, making you beg for me to stop?â
Heeseung's words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldnât help but whimper, the sound escaping your lips before you could stop it. He chuckled, low and dangerous.
âFucking pathetic,â he mocked, shaking his head. âI barely even touched you, and youâre already whining like a little bitch.â
Heeseungâs hand finally left your throat, but before you could even process the loss of his grip, he grabbed your waist roughly, spinning you around and shoving you against the wall. The impact sent a thrill through you, your cheek pressing against the cool surface as his body pressed into yours from behind. His hands roamed over your body, possessive and rough, his touch almost punishing.
âBet youâd love that,â he continued, his breath hot against the back of your neck. âMe hunting you down like some fucking animal. Catching you and making you scream my name. Youâd probably fucking love it if I tied you up, left you helpless, wouldnât you?â
You gasped as his hand slid between your legs, the roughness of his touch sending a shockwave through you. His fingers ghosted over your panties, accessible because of the skirt you were wearing.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he groaned, his fingers brushing against the heat of your pussy. âFuck, you really are a dirty little slut, arenât you?â
You whimpered again, the sound desperate and needy. But Heeseung wasnât having it. He pulled his hand away abruptly, making you gasp in frustration. You tried to push back against him, but he quickly grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind you and against your back.
âAh, ah, ah,â he mocked, his voice a low growl. âYou donât get to fucking move until I say so.â
You bit your lip, your body trembling with need. Heeseung chuckled darkly again, clearly enjoying the power he held over you.
âLook at you,â he growled, his voice laced with amusement. âBegging for me without even saying a word. Youâre so fucking desperate. Is this what you wanted, baby? For me to treat you like the filthy little whore you are?â
âYeah,â you finally managed to choke out, your voice barely more than a whisper. âPleaseâĻâ
âPlease, what?â he mocked, his grip on your wrists tightening. âUse your fucking words.â
âPlease, hee, justâĻ fuck me,â you whimpered, your voice barely audible.
He let out a dark laugh, leaning in so close that his lips brushed your ear again. âOh, Iâll fuck you, baby. But youâre gonna have to fucking beg for it. Beg me to fuck you like the little slut you are.â
Your mind was spinning, every nerve in your body on fire. The way he talked to you â it was everything youâd ever fantasized about and more. You needed him, desperately, and the thought of him making you beg only made you want it more.
âPlease,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âPlease, hee. Fuck me. I need it. I need you.â
He smirked, clearly satisfied with your response. âThatâs more like it,â he growled. âBut remember, baby. Iâm in fucking control here. And youâre going to take everything I give you.âÂ
Heeseung released your wrists, but before you could even catch your breath, he grabbed your hips roughly, positioning you exactly how he wanted. His fingers dug into your skin, his touch harsh and demanding. You could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. He made you arch your back, your hips and meeting his.
âNow,â he growled, his voice dark and filled with promise. âIâm going to fuck you so hard youâll remember exactly who owns you.â
He leaned forward, his chest pressed against your back, his lips grazing your ear, and you could feel the raw power radiating off him in waves. You could feel his hard cock against your ass. You whimpered, your body trembling with anticipation. He dragged one of his hands up your side, rough and deliberate, before his fingers slipped between your legs again, teasing your slick heat.
âFuck,â he groaned, voice laced with amusement. âYouâre soaking. All this just from me talking dirty to you?â
You could barely form words, your body so worked up from the tension heâd been building with every degrading word. You pushed back against him, desperate for more, but he wasnât having it. He grabbed your hips again, roughly holding you in place, preventing you from moving.
âAh, not so fast,â he mocked, a dark laugh escaping his lips. âYouâre not ready yet, baby. Iâm not about to just fuck you like this without prepping you, or I'll hurt you."
You let out a small, needy whimper, your head spinning. Your breath hitched as his words sunk in, your body trembling even more under his touch. Heeseung wasted no time, sliding his fingers through your slick folds, spreading your arousal as he circled your clit with rough, teasing strokes. You moaned, your body arching involuntarily as the pleasure started to build.
âGod, youâre so fucking wet,â he groaned, his voice dark and rough with lust. âYouâre practically begging for it, arenât you?â
âYes,â you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper. âPlease, HeeâĻ I need you.â
He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. âYouâre gonna get me, baby. Every fucking inch. But I want you to be ready.â
Without warning, he slid one finger inside you, slow and deliberate, making you moan softly at the sudden intrusion. He was teasing you, taking his time as he pumped his finger in and out, the slickness of your arousal making it easy for him to push deeper. Your body responded instantly, hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.
âFuck, youâre tight,â he groaned, clearly enjoying the way you clenched around him. âIâm gonna have to stretch you out real good if youâre gonna take my cock.â
Your pulse quickened at his words, the anticipation making your body tingle with need. Heeseung added another finger, the sensation sending a wave of heat through you as he began thrusting them in and out, faster this time, his touch rough and demanding. You moaned louder, your body reacting to every movement, every thrust of his fingers.
âThatâs it,â he growled, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. âTake it, baby. You can handle this, canât you?â
You nodded frantically, unable to form words as the pleasure built inside you, your body practically trembling under his dominance. His fingers moved faster, rougher, hitting all the right spots, and you could feel the tension in your core starting to coil tighter and tighter. He was prepping you, but he was also pushing you closer to the edge.
âYou like that?â Heeseung mocked, his lips brushing against your ear again. âBeing fucked by my fingers? I bet youâre imagining how good my cockâs gonna feel inside you, arenât you?â
âYes, f-fuckâ you moaned, your voice shaky, desperate. âI want it. I want you.â
He let out a dark chuckle, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your legs weak. You gasped, your body jerking at the sensation, and Heeseungâs grip on your hips tightened as he held you in place.
âI know you do, baby,â he growled. âBut you need to be patient. Iâm gonna stretch you out until youâre begging for my cock. And when I finally give it to you, Iâm not gonna hold back. Youâll be fucking screaming my name.â
You whimpered, the mixture of pleasure and anticipation becoming almost unbearable. Heeseung added a third finger, the stretch sending a sharp thrill through your body as he worked you open, thrusting his fingers in and out of you with rough, relentless precision. You moaned louder, your body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher, and Heeseungâs lips curled into a wicked grin at the sound.
âFuck, youâre such a little slut,â he sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. âGetting off on my fingers like this. I can feel how close you are. But youâre not coming yet. Not until my cockâs inside you.â
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body desperate for release. But Heeseung wasnât giving you any mercy. He pulled his fingers out of you abruptly, making you gasp in frustration, your body aching from the sudden loss of sensation.
âNot yet,â he growled, his voice filled with dark promise. âYou donât get to come until Iâm buried deep, deep, inside you.â
You whimpered, your body trembling with need, and Heeseung chuckled darkly at your desperation. He shifted behind you, positioning himself so that you could feel the hard length of him pressing against your entrance, the sensation making your heart race. He was big â and even after a year, it still surprised you every time.
Heeseung gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back against him as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed just the tip in, slow and teasing, the stretch making you gasp. He held himself there for a moment, his breath hot against your neck, and you could feel every inch of him as he pressed against your slick heat.
âFuck, youâre tight,â he groaned, his voice rough with lust. âYouâre gonna take all of me, baby. Every fucking inch.â
You moaned softly, your body trembling as he began to push deeper, the sensation of him stretching you open making your legs weak. He moved slowly at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he sank into you, inch by inch, the stretch almost overwhelming.
âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking tight,â he growled, his voice thick with need. âI can feel how desperate you are. Youâre practically choking my cock, baby.â
You whimpered, your body trembling as he finally buried himself fully inside you, the feeling of him filling you completely making your head spin. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his grip on your hips tight and possessive.
Then, without warning, he pulled out halfway and slammed back into you with a rough, brutal thrust. You moaned loudly, the sudden impact sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body, and Heeseung chuckled darkly at your reaction.
âYeah, you fucking like that, donât you?â he growled, his voice dripping with arrogance. âYou like being fucked rough. You like it when I own you like this.â
You could barely respond, your body trembling with pleasure as he began to fuck you with hard, relentless thrusts, each one driving deeper inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and Heeseungâs voice was dark and rough as he degraded you with every word.
âTake it,â he growled. âTake every fucking inch of me. Youâre mine. My filthy little slut.â
You moaned loudly, your body trembling under the force of his thrusts, and Heeseungâs grip on your hips tightened as he pounded into you, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
âFuck,â he groaned, his voice thick with need. âYou feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking tight. Iâm gonna make you come all over my cock.â
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, and you could feel the tension in your core building rapidly, the pleasure overwhelming every sense.
Heeseungâs pace was relentless, his rough, powerful thrusts leaving you breathless and trembling. The sensation of him deep inside you, filling you completely, was overwhelming. Your mind spun, barely able to process the intensity of it all. The room seemed to blur around you, the only thing grounding you being the feel of Heeseungâs strong hands gripping your hips, the sound of his ragged breath against your ear, and the harsh slap of his body against yours.
âYou feel so fucking good, baby,â he growled, his voice deep and rough with lust. âTight, warm, squeezing me like you never want me to stop.â
He drove into you harder, faster, each thrust shaking your entire body, and you were already teetering on the edge. The overwhelming pleasure coiled tight in your core, the knot growing tighter with each second as he pounded into you, not giving you a moment to breathe.
âI can feel you getting close,â he sneered, leaning in close to your ear. âYouâre already about to come, arenât you? I can feel how fucking desperate you are.â
You tried to respond, but the only sound that escaped your lips was a helpless moan. You were trembling, your body barely able to handle the intensity of his movements. You felt like you were going to explode, your entire body burning with pleasure as you clenched around him, trying to hold onto the last threads of control.
âGo on,â Heeseung growled, his voice dark and filled with amusement. âCome for me, baby. I want to feel you lose it.â
His words sent you over the edge. With a desperate moan, you came hard, your body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. Your legs buckled beneath you, and Heeseungâs grip on your hips tightened as he held you up, his pace never faltering. The way he kept driving into you, even as you pulsed around him, made your orgasm last longer, dragging you into a state of blissful helplessness.
âFuck, thatâs it,â Heeseung groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. âYouâre fucking perfect when you come. Look at you, barely able to stand. So fucking ruined for me.â
Your breath came in ragged gasps, and you thought he might slow down, give you a moment to recover. But Heeseung had no intention of letting you rest. Instead, he pulled out for just a second, flipping you around so that you were now facing him. Before you could even catch your breath, he pushed you up against the wall again, lifting one of your legs and hooking it around his waist. With one rough thrust, he buried himself deep inside you once more, the sudden sensation making you cry out.
He started fucking you again, even rougher this time, each thrust harder and more intense than the last. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, and the overstimulation made your head spin. Your body was already trembling, barely able to keep up with the way he was taking you. You couldnât think straight, couldnât focus on anything except the overwhelming pleasure.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he groaned, his voice low and rough. âYouâre squeezing me so fucking hard, baby. I know youâre close again. I can feel it.â
You moaned, your head falling back against the wall, your body shaking as the pleasure built again, faster this time. You couldnât control it, couldnât stop yourself from spiraling towards another orgasm, and Heeseung knew it. He smirked, his hands gripping your hips harder as he increased the intensity of his thrusts, driving deeper into you with every movement.
âCome for me again,â he growled, his voice dark and commanding. âCome on, baby, I know you want to. I want to feel you fall apart for me.â
You couldnât hold back. With a desperate cry, you came again, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure crashed over you, even stronger than the first time. Your mind went blank, the sensation overwhelming every sense, your body completely at Heeseungâs mercy.
âThatâs it,â Heeseung groaned, his voice filled with satisfaction as he felt you pulsing around him. âFuck, youâre so good for me. Coming like that again and again. You love it, donât you?â
You were too far gone to answer, your body shaking as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you. But Heeseung didnât slow down. He kept fucking you, his thrusts hard and relentless, pushing you further and further into a haze of pleasure. Your mind couldnât keep up, the overstimulation making your body twitch with every thrust, your moans becoming more desperate, more breathless.
âYouâre mine,â Heeseung growled, his voice dripping with dominance. âYouâre fucking mine, and Iâm not stopping until I get every last fucking drop out of you.â
You whimpered, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built again. You didnât think it was possible, but Heeseung was driving you towards another orgasm, your body responding to him even though you were already completely spent. The overstimulation was almost too much, your mind spinning as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge again.
âLook at you,â he sneered, his voice filled with dark amusement. âYou can barely fucking stand, and youâre still so desperate for more. You really are a little slut, arenât you?â
âYes,â you gasped, barely able to form words as your body trembled under his relentless pace. âIâm yoursâĻ Heeseung, pleaseâĻâ
âFuck, thatâs right,â he growled, his voice low and rough. âYouâre fucking mine.â
With one last hard thrust, he drove you over the edge again, your body convulsing as another orgasm tore through you. This one was different â it was so intense, so overwhelming, that you couldnât even think. Your vision blurred, your body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure consumed you entirely. You could barely breathe, your mind completely blank as you fell apart for him.
Heeseung groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he kept fucking you through your orgasm, his own breath ragged and uneven. âFuck, youâre so perfect,â he growled, his voice thick with need. âYouâre fucking perfect when you come for me like that.â
You could barely keep your eyes open, your body trembling and weak, but Heeseung wasnât done with you yet. He didnât stop, didnât give you a moment to recover. His thrusts were still as hard and rough as ever, pushing you further and further into a haze of pleasure and overstimulation. You couldnât think, couldnât speak, your body completely at his mercy as he took everything from you.
âTell me,â Heeseung growled, his voice low and commanding. âTell me who you belong to.â
âYou,â you gasped, barely able to form the words. âI belong to you.â
Heeseung smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. âDamn right you do,â he growled. âAnd Iâm not stopping until youâve come so many times you canât fucking think straight.â
He wasnât lying. You lost track of how many times he made you come after that. Each orgasm blurred into the next, the pleasure overwhelming every sense until your mind was nothing but a haze of need and desire. You were shaking, trembling, barely able to form coherent thoughts, but Heeseung didnât stop. He kept pushing you, kept driving you towards the edge over and over again, his voice dark and commanding in your ear.
By the time he finally let you collapse, you were completely spent, your body trembling and weak. You could barely think, your mind still spinning from the intensity of everything heâd done to you. But as Heeseung pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, you couldnât help but feel completely satisfied, completely owned by him.
âYou did so good, baby,â Heeseung whispered softly, his voice filled with affection now that the storm had passed. âSo fucking good for me.â
You barely had the energy to respond, but you smiled, feeling safe and content in his arms.
CONTENTS: non-con, f!reader, heeseung rides a motorcycle (brief concept), talk of childhood abuse/ptsd, mentioned past death, house invasion, brief mention of voye.urism, rope restraint, praise?, one pus.sy slap, petnames, very rough treatment/s.ex, oral, finger.ing, mention of blood, hair pulling, threats, choking at the end, creampie, squirt.ing
WC: 4.7k
NOTES: read at your own risk!
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when heeseung filled out his patient form and you had your first therapy session with him, your first impression of him was âboyishâ.
he has a charming smile that youâre sure makes most womenâs hearts race, but you couldnât help but notice the melancholy vulnerability in his eyesâ or the way he even laughed. but you probably wouldnât have those thoughts if you hadnât already read his papers: childhood trauma and neglect, deceased parents (unnatural death), and diagnosed ptsd.
âjust write whatever comes to your mind. it doesnât have to be anything profound.â you said as you handed heeseung a new journal with crisp white pages. âtreat it like your best friend, tell it anything you want.â
âuh, okay.â heeseung laughed, a little awkwardly as that adorable smile came across his lips, scratching the back of his neck. âthanks, doctor y/n.â
as your sessions continue to progress, heeseung seems to become more comfortable, even growing an attachment to the journal. you find heâs always carrying it by his side or in his black backpack. likewise, he seems to be growing more fond of you as well.
âi like youâĻyouâre nice.â heeseung whispers suddenly, completely off subject of what youâre talking about.
you blanch in your seat, the leather squeaking beneath you as you adjust your position and stare at him a tad uncomfortably.
your posture is very straight and professional, completely opposite to the man who sits on the small couch across from you, legs spread and body language relaxed as he stares at you.
you have a feeling there's a deeper meaning behind his simplistic words, you just canât seem to decipher themâ even as you take a moment too long to look at heeseungâs expression. the mask he wears over his emotions is much thinner than when he first walked into your office, now sheer like a veil. but still, you just canât quite identify it. heeseung seems to be a particularly complex patient.
âwhy do you think iâm nice, heeseung?â you smile, trying to come off as relaxed and casual as he is, to keep him in this malleable state. but really youâre preparing to remember everything he saysâ so you can write them down in your session notes during a moment when itâs not too obvious. (you try not to make your patients feel like lab rats or some creature you're studying.)
âyouâre justâĻreally caringâ and kind. like..i can tell you actually give a fuck. youâve never ignored me or not listened.â
you canât help but laugh, trying to contain the noise and bite down your smile.
youâre quite literally payed to listen, but it is unfortunately true that thereâs many therapists that donât genuinely listen to their patients. and heeseung isn't wrong, you do genuinely care about him.
âof course iâm not going to ignore you, sweetheart.â
at the pet name, heeseungâs eyes grow wideâ and so do yours, the words that just came from your mouth hitting you as you lightly gasp.
âoh, iâmâ iâm so sorry, heeseung. it just slipped out.â
heeseung just nods, eyes bambi-like as they remain wider than usual, bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he bites down, continuing to stare at you. it oddly makes you squirmâ his eye contact. so you look down at your notebook instead, eventually able to organize your scrambled thoughts enough to actually absorb the notes youâre pretending to stare at.
âdo you think perhaps you like women who remind you of your mother?â
ââĻno,â heeseung all but growls.
you jolt in your seat at the completely foreign tone coming from the man, snapping your head to his direction.
his teeth are clenched firmly, making the contours of his jawline more pronounced. his previously almost doe-like eyes are now hardened and sharp enough to pierce.
itâs sends a chill up your spineâ but itâs alsoâĻstrangely attractive.
youâre surprised at your own thought, disturbed by it as you push it to the back of your mind.
âi hate anyone who reminds me of her.â he adds darkly.
ââĻalright.â you respond quietly, heeseungâs hawk-like eyes now watching how you quickly scribble something in your notebook. âmaybe nowâs not the time to touch on that. what else do you like?â
âoh, umâĻ.â heeseung hesitates, the question clearly catching him off guard. âmusic, movies, video games, motorcyclesââ
âmotorcycles?â you ask, a clear spark of curiosity in your tone that heeseung doesnât miss. âiâve always wanted one.â
âyeah! itâs a yamaha r6. i got interested in motorcycles as a kid, used to fix old ones up with my dad.â
âavoids grieving parents death with anger?â you quickly jot down. âbut holds onto the past of his childhood as a way to feel connected to parents?â
the fast drawl of your pen echos in the otherwise quiet room, heeseung watching your smooth legs move from crossed to uncrossed in your pencil skirt.
âthat sounds amazing, heeseung! what about movies, what genres are you interested in?â
âoh, mostly horrorâĻslashers. that kind of stuff.â
âanything else?â you ask easily, though you take mental note of the things heâs listed with minor alarm. of course itâs not wrong or an automatic concern if someone is interested in these things, but in your line of work you canât overlook anything.
ââĻdisney.â he answers, his somewhat thoughtful yet blank expression shifting into that charming grin. âdramas sometimes.â
âwhat was your taste in movies as a child?â
âthe same.â he answers easily. âmy parents didnât really care what i did. if they were watching something r rated and i walked in they wouldnât turn it off. they wouldnât even tell me to get out of the room.â
âhow did that affect you?â
heeseungâs face falls. itâs minutely, but you certainly donât miss it. youâve figured out that heeseung often pulls this expression when talking about his childhood, the things that haunt him still. but he hasnât admitted that yetâ even to himself you think. and itâs too soon to push right now, so you choose not to point it out.
âi knew about everythingâĻby 9 years old i knew all about sex, drugs, murderâĻeverything.â
somewhere along your conversation heeseungâs eyes have turned black, pupils staring so still at you that they almost look dead. and the longer they stay on you, the stronger an air of fear brushes coldly up your spineâ like you should be afraid.
you donât know why. heeseung has never shown any signs of violence or anger issues, nor is that listed in his patient form. it must be the anxiety that simply comes with the job of being a therapist. thatâs what you tell yourself as you feel the paranoia ghost its hands across your shoulders as you sink into the unknown behind heeseungâs eyes, succumbing to your morbid curiosity of what awful memories he must have to turn his honey brown orbs black with emotion, or lack of.
and just like thatâ like the owner has just returned home and turned back on the lights, heeseungâs eyes get that sparkle in them again as he smiles, voice deep yet pleasant as he speaks.
rain drums against the roof of the clinic, fluorescent lights above you beaming even brighter as darkness has fallen outside.
you glance at the time on your watch, seeing that itâs nearing 8:30.
you chose to stay late to try and organize your messy desk and patient files, which are becoming an inconvenience with how poorly you previously organized them. youâve made some good progress, but even though youâre not finished, you gather your things and slip back on your heels to exit the building. the rain is pouring down much harder than you thought when you step outside, immediately scurrying back underneath the protection of the clinicâs overhanging roof to shield yourself from getting completely drenched.
you let out a frustrated sigh as you look out into the darkness, a few dim, flickering street lamps your only source light.
youâre about to pull out your phone and call a cab when you hear the growl of a motorcycle, itâs crescent shaped headlights appearing in front of you a moment later.
the man gets off and leans against the bike, removing his helmet and combing his fingers through his tousled hair.
itâs too dark to see, but when he turns his face at a certain angle, the street lights hitting his features just right, youâre able to recognize him.
âheeseung?â you call out amidst the pounding rain, a rumble of thunder almost punctuating his name after you say it.
heeseung glances at you before quickly jogging over, leaving his bike parked on the street as he joins you beneath the roofâs shelter.
âhey, y/n! what are you doing here so late?â
âi stayed overtime.â you explain, voice still a little raised so he can hear you over the heavy downpour. âwhat are you doing here?â
confusion is laced in your tone, wondering why heeseung would stop right in front of the clinic when he wasnât even scheduled to see you todayâ much less after hours.
heeseung smirks, wordlessly pointing to the convenience store across the street.
âoh,â you blush, embarrassed at how you stupidly assumed he was here for you.
âlate night drive. i was gonna grab some snacks. but now that iâm here, let me drive you home.â
âwâ what? no! iâĻi can call a cab.â
âitâs late, y/n. itâs not safe getting a ride by yourself at this time of night.â heeseung argues, and you do agree. you usually donât take cabs when itâs dark and no one else is with you. butâĻ
âitâs unprofessionalâĻâ you confess hesitantly. âyou're my patient.â
heeseung somewhat cocky expression doesnât change, eyes making you feel small in a disturbingly good way as he looks down at you. he must be able to sense your lack of conviction, because heâs taking off his backpack to remove his leather jacket and guide your arms through the large arm holes. it rests against you heavily, way too big for your frame, but it makes you feel a little warmer as it shields you from the rain.
âcome on, y/n.â he says with finality after asking you to put on his backpack as well, so you can ride on the back of his motorcycle properly.
you squeak when he suddenly lifts you up like you weigh nothing and sits you on the seat, heeseung chuckling at the sound. your cheeks only burn more.
heeseung puts on his helmet before getting on the bike himself, turning to look back at you.
âhold on tight, okay? donât let go.â he orders, grabbing your hands to wrap them around his torso and pulling you flush against him.
you try to ignore the fluttering you feel in places you definitely shouldnât be feeling them as your chest presses into his strong, broad back. the thrum of his motorcycle comes to life, vibrations making your thighs clench and your arms tighten around his lithe waist. you only hope you can keep yourself together for the whole ride, and that the heavy rain is enough to cover up the view of the clinicâs security cameras as heeseung drives the two of you off into the night.
when heeseung brings you home youâre rushing to get off, your very inappropriate feelings only growing during the rideâ and seeing him on his motorcycle in leather gloves and a helmet doesnât help at all. especially with how hotly he puts back on his jacket that you hastily return to him, along with his backpack.
you give him a very quick thank you, wishing him a good night before running into your house and hoping he just thinks you're in a hurry to get out of the rain.
youâre ashamed, mentally scolding yourself as you try not to slip and fall in your heels. heeseung is completely innocent in this situation, itâs you whoâs the problem. youâre the one getting all hot and bothered when he was just trying to be a decent guy and give you a ride home. he canât help if heâs hot and attractive and the growl of his motorcycle made the heartbeat between your legs worse.
god, are you that desperate? you must really need to get out of the house more and get laid.
shutting the front door behind you, you toe off your slippery wet heels, leaving them messily by the door before going to your bedroom to take off your drenched clothes and change into more comfortable attire.
you simply put on some underwear and a baby tee, nothing underneath, before going downstairs to make yourself something to eat. your plan for the night is to have dinner, maybeâĻrelieve yourselfâ and then go to sleep.
the slightly obnoxious yellow tint of your motion sensor light at your front door remains on, shining through the doorâs window and casting the entryway in an unpleasant glow. so you walk over and flip the switch off.
âohâĻâ you whisper, accidentally putting yourself in complete darkness as you realize you didnât turn on any lights in your hurry to take off your wet clothes from earlier.
blindly sliding your hands across the wall, you try to find the light switch for your kitchen when you trip over something, sending you to fall on the hardwood floor.
âfuck, what the hell?â you say to yourself, annoyed as you try to untangle your foot from whatever you can feel wrapped around it. you have a thought to pull out your phone and use the flashlight, but you left your phone upstairs. you guess thatâs what happens when you donât wear pants and thus curse yourself to have no pockets.
itâs a struggle when you canât see, but you eventually free yourself and stand up, taking careful steps forward until you meet another wall. your hands finally brush over a light switch and you flip it on, your kitchen illuminating a second later.
âĻitâs a black backpack.
you almost donât spot it as it sits in the shadows, but as you step closer, youâre sure now. what you tripped over looks just like heeseungâs backpack, its contents spilling out from the inside thanks to you tripping over it and getting the strap wrapped around your foot.
any doubt of the bag actually belonging to the man vanishes when you see the notebook sitting atop all the rest of the clutter, its cream cover slightly browned and scuffedâ probably due to him carrying it wherever he goes.
your brows furrow in confusion as you crouch to your knees. you could have sworn you took off the backpack and handed it to heeseung, but in your hurry to escape you must have forgotten to?
moving to pick up the random items that are scattered on the floor and put it back inside the bag (a package of gum, a couple pens, a pocket knife), the notebook is jostled and slides across the floor, its pages falling open.
you move to grab it, still on your knees as you loom above the notebook. you really do try not to look at the words on the paperâ but itâs filled with them, every page packed with as many as heeseung could fit on the page. youâre unable to look away.
whatâs writtenâĻisnât what you were expectingâ or, you donât know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasnât this. page after page of diary logs, dated with the time, all describingâĻwatching someone. what starts out as cute sentiments turn more predatory and carnal as the days go by.
your heart stops when you get to the most recent entry.
its labeled with today's date.
âyouâre always so coy, doctor. sometimes i think i know exactly what youâre thinking, and then you react in a way i donât expect.
itâs driving me a little crazy wondering whatâs going on in your head. it makes me want to crack it open...god, see what you do to me, baby? youâre making me sick in the head. itâs all your fault.
but i donât want to stop. i want to keep going. i want to hear you beg for more until youâre begging me to stop.
i have a feeling youâll like it.â
you jump at how hard you slam the journal shut, goosebumps all over your flesh as heat encompasses your face. but itâs not from arousalâ itâs fear.
your mind flashes memories too fast for you to keep up with. all your sessions, all those little moments you thought were your own misunderstandingsâ were they premeditated? did he plan this all along?
waitâ when heeseung picked you upâĻ.you didnât even tell him your address. you were so distracted that you didnât even think to tell him where you live.
and he didnât need it. he drove you right to your house immediately, like heâs drove that route a hundred timesâĻ
you feel the sudden urge to throw up but you suppress it, getting up from the floor to run upstairs and get your phoneâ
but you run right into the hard chest of someone instead, their strong arms wrapping around your body tightly. youâre horrified, because even without looking you know exactly who it is.
âheeseung?â
âaw, donât cry, baby. surely you knew this was coming?â heeseung coos, the comforting quality he tries to portray in his voice only making you feel like youâre going to gag. his thumb brushes over your cheek, attempting to wipe a tear away, but they only continue to roll down more rapidly at his touch.
walking you backwards, heeseung shuffles the two of you over to his backpack that still lays sprawled out on the floor.
grabbing your wrists, he turns you around and joins them together behind your back. you turn your head, watching as he bends down and pulls out the pocket knife you noticed earlier. then he reaches in deeper, rustling around until he pulls out a small coil of rope that you evidently missed.
you donât even try to hold down the sob that rips out of your mouth, almost beginning to hyperventilate as you struggle to accept that this is happening to you and thereâs nothing you can do about it.
âheeseung, please.â you cry, looking up at him despite your vision blurred by tears. âyou donât have to do this.â
âitâs just a precaution, y/n.â the man reasons easily, and you can tell by his assured voice that he doesnât see how incredibly horrible this isâ demented. heâs about to commit a tragedy to you, and he doesnât even get it.
âbesides.â he whispers against the back of your neck as he ties the rope around your wrists, tight enough to chafe. âiâve seen the stuff you watch. i know you like being tied up.â
your throat quivers, brain too much of a mess to even process that heâs just confessed to secretly watching you look at porn and masturbating at some point. shaking your head desperately, your eyes squeeze shut in anguish as pleading words tumble out of your mouth. âno, no. not like thisâ not like this, heeseung. please!â
âbe quiet,â he warns between gritted teeth, leaning over you to make sure you see his face. âdrop the act, y/n.â
you hear the click of his pocket knife opening, heeseung raising the blade to cut the excess rope off from the tight knot heâs made. once heâs finished he pushes you by your restraint to the kitchen table, roughly pressing you over it. you suddenly wish you had chosen to wear pants, at least then it would take him a bit longer to expose you.
the sound of ripping fabric and your whimpered cries are the only thing thatâs heard as heeseung cuts your t-shirt right down the middle, yanking the article off of you.
you donât moveâ other than your uncontrollable trembling as you stay bent over the table, too scared and weak from emotions to try and run away.
heeseung is taking off his pantsâ you recognize the unmistakable sound of his zipper being pulled down, but you canât bear to look. you keep your cheek pressed to the cold wood of the table, eyes staring unfocused at nothing.
âbe the good girl i know you are, baby.â heeseung says, arousal evident in his tone. âi bet you're soaking your little panties, hm?â
you feel his fingers press firmly against your clothed clit, rubbing up and down just slightly too hard. you whimper, attempting to get rid of his touch by squeezing your legs shut. itâs futile of course, and only proves to anger heeseung. he growls and pries your legs open with his strong hands, slapping your pussy hard enough that it has you letting out a yelped scream.
âi donât want to, y/n, but if i have to hurt you i will.â
heeseung gets on his knees to be eye level with your cunt, leaning forward and ghosting his teeth over your thinly covered lips. your breath comes out trembled and the man groans. youâre not sure if the action is a threat or a promise, but you really donât want to find out.
a slow stripe is abruptly being licked up your pussy, catching you off guard as you start to close your legs again on instinctâ but luckily you stop yourself in time before you piss off heeseung even more.
you decide in this moment you need to actually listen to at least a part of heeseungâs wordsâ be a good girl, then maybe you can manage to make it out of this.
heeseungâs wet mouth is suctioned to your clothed cunt, sucking and drooling all over you as he teases himself with the faint taste of your slick that you canât control is becoming more apparent. heeseungâs eager tongue and shameless mouth work on your clit, nose nudging at your entrance as he moans and sighs his hot breath all over your pussy.
finally heâs pulling off your panties with his teeth, groaning when heâs blessed with the sight or your glistening cunt.
âshit. such a perfect pussy.â he marvels, running two fingers between your lips, causing you to flinch and squirm against the rope. you clench your jaw until it aches, wanting so badly to beg him to stop, but youâre too afraid to, not when his sharp teeth are so close to the most sensitive part of your body. heeseung takes his now thoroughly slicked up fingers to circle them around your hole, leaning down to take your cunt in his mouth.
his drawn out, guttural groan has you clenching as shame burns your face, a whimper releasing from your mouth as heeseung starts to suckle at your clit and prod you with his tongue. one finger dips just the fingertip inside you before removing it to massage over your entrance again, applying a bit more pressure.
your body starts to react in ways you canât control and you pray heeseung doesnât notice, but youâre pretty sure he doesâ because when you feel your hole clench again heâs moaning out, sucking and licking your pussy with more vigor as he pushes his entire finger inside your entrance.
your moan comes out forcefully as you try your best to swallow it down, sounding almost pained as heeseung starts moving his finger inside of you.
âfuck, youâre so warm inside, sweetheart.â heeseung mutters, attaching right back onto your pussy after.
his second finger is shoved inside way too suddenly, turning harsh as his appendages fuck in and out of you in a way that makes it feel like youâre going to bruise from the inside.
âahâ ow, heeseung. please.â you beg, face pinching in pain. âit hurts.â
âyouâre mine to explore, baby. wanna touch all of you. just bare it.â
tears spring in your eyes at his callous, selfish words. heeseung continues his merciless treatment before disconnecting from your cunt to watch how your hole takes him.
he spits on it, making you simmer in humiliation before cold panic washes over your body as you feel a third finger prodding the outside of your entrance.
âno, no. heeâ heeseungie, canât.â
âshhh, donât worry, baby. just need to stretch you out for my cock, yeah? thatâll be the good part for you, me fucking this tight little pussy.â
three fingers now delve in and out of your hole, and to make it all worse, heeseung is curving his fingers just rightâ making you feel confused from the mix of pain and pleasure as you feel your pussy drip against your will.
heeseung laughs, seeming to have caught sight of it. âi knew you had to be a whore. who else would wear such tight, short skirts to work?â
you sob as you feel yourself clench around his fingers, thick and burning as they stretch out your ring.
âjust walking around with a nasty little cunt thatâs dying to be split open, huh? donât worry, baby. i know what you want. iâll give it to you real good.â
all too quickly for your brain to wrap around, heeseung pulls his fingers out and your pussy is being stuffed to the absolute brim with his fat cock. the length and girth is way too muchâ way more than you could have ever imagined.
you cry out like a wild animal as heeseung starts pounding into your pussy mercilessly, forcing you to take it. youâre pretty sure your wrists are going to start bleeding with how much you pull against the rope, but thatâs the least of your concerns.
âoh fuck, heeâ heeseung!â
it takes you a moment to realize thatâs your voice, your cries sounding more like sounds ofâĻarousal.
and you start to question yourself, why do you sound so turned on, like a porn star getting dicked downâ when you feel so scared?
âshitâ disgusting slut. such a dirty pussy. you deserve to get fucked until youâre raw and ruined.â
you moan. youâre sure you hear it. and it only makes heeseung go rougher, balls slapping against your wet skin that your juices run down from. the zipper and button of heeseungs pants that arenât even fully pulled down bruise into your skin with every unforgiving thrust, the man literally not holding an ounce of his power back as he fucks you as hard as he can.
his fat cock forces you to submit, for your cunt to take all of it.
your body starts to convulse in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and fear, your moans starting to crack from your overused throat.
âfuckâ fuck!â
âi could get you fired.â heeseung grits between bared teeth, hands squeezing into the flesh of your hips, wanting to leave a bruise behind each finger. âi could tell them that you tried to come onto me during an appointment, that you coerced me. theyâd probably get rid of you just for the accusation alone.â
heeseung wraps an aggressive hand around your throat, squeezing and cutting off your airway as his other hand yanks mercilessly at your hair, lifting your head off the table.
âso be a good slut and let me fuck and abuse this pussy whenever i want, yeah?â
your mouth stretches open, an almost silent rasp the only thing coming out from your lack of oxygen as your eyes roll back and you're squirting all over his fat cock.
you feel like youâre dying and exiting your body, the white of your eyes surely showing as you feel pain in the back of your head. fluids rush down your legs and heeseungâs pelvis as his hot load taints the inside of your walls forever.
âweâre not so different, yeah?â heeseung sounds totally unhinged, voice cracked and breathy. âyou like to look inside people's minds, y/n. and i want to be inside your guts.â
heeseung finally releases your hair and neck, but his cock never stops impaling your cunt over and over, his over production of cum leaking out of your reddened hole to drip onto the floor, joining the rest of your fluids. you choke around your spit, desperately trying to get just a single breath of air. you have a horrible, dark, heavy pit inside your stomachâ one that makes you feel like youâll be stuck here forever. with heeseungâs cock buried deep inside your assaulted womb.
NOTE: this a nod to âinside your mindâ by the 1975, btw. honestly i really hate thisâĻbut oh well, at least i persevered?? first and last time writing straight up non-con tho lol.
I hope this reaches the right audience, and that bigger creators write something about this to spread and help, even if you're not a Riize fan, please help us.
I want to say something about all this Seunghan's situation. To all the people who say "If you boycott the other 6 members you're not a true briize"
We're not fighting only for seunghan.
We're fighting for ourselves, because KPOP companys want so badly to have an impact outside of Asia but don't do anything when the international fans ask for something. It took us 10 months to get seunghan back but 2 days for Asian fans to kick him out.
We're fighting for the other 6 members who were so happy to have their friend back in the group and their happiness has been taken away from them.
We're fighting for the other idols as well, Seunghan was wrongly bullied for having a girlfriend and smoking, basically for being human, and SM did nothing to protect him. And now that he left I can't help but wonder, how are other idols feeling now? Are they scared that they might be the next ones this happens to? Knowing that if they get caught even hanging out with someone of the opposite sex might end the career they've been working on for YEARS.
And we're doing this for all the people who suffer from bullying. SM left those funeral wreaths outside their building for idols to see, isn't that wrong? They should have done something. This situation is critical, SM basically proved that by bullying those people can obtain whatever they want, they're giving an example that encourages bullying, which is clearly wrong.
It's time for international fans to raise their voice. SM has been called out for this behaviour for YEARS and yet they've done nothing. I am tired of this agency, I'm not supporting any of its groups till they start protecting their artists.
PLS repost or make your own post, I don't care if you're a small or big creator, your help is needed, even if you're not a fan, please understand our situation and help us. We're trying to make a difference in that industry.
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you thought when sunghoon finally found you heâd rip your guts outâ but no! turns out he just wants to be in your guts.
PAIRING: ghostface!sunghoon x f!reader
GENRE: smut, thriller
CONTENTS: stalker ex!hoon, dom!hoon, sub!reader, autumn setting, murder, brief desc. of dead body, chase scene, dub-con, knife/fear play, blood/pain kink, injury, degradation/praise, petnames: bunny/sugar, rough sex, oral sex, hoon grips readerâs neck but no choking, hair pulling, spanking, size kink, orgasm control, fingering, squirting, over stim, creampie, one neck bite, passing out
WC: 5.1k
NOTE: spooktober fic #1 đģ yunah version of this fic here!
WARNING: i posted a yunah ver. of this fic under this account! so if it looks familiar thatâs why! i donât have any other accounts i post my works on currently, and if i do i will add them in my navigation or bio. if you see someone stealing my works please lmk.
youâre responsible for the media you consume! i tried to tag everything but there may have been things i missed.
âi had a really good time tonight, y/n.â your date smiles as you stand at your front porch.
âyeah, me too.â you reply, and youâre telling the truth.
after almost 4 years since you fled away from your hometown, and your ex (sunghoon, or rather ghostface, as the civilians like to call him), youâve finally gone on a date.
it honestly should have been perfect. it was a simple evening. you went for ice cream and afterwards walked around a nice park to talk and feed the ducks, appreciating the beautiful colors the trees are turning. your date is an absolute gentleman, he wonât stop smiling at you and laughs at all of your stupid jokes. heâs acted like nothing but an overall sweetheart the entire time.
and yet, thatâs the very thing that was wrong with the date in your mind.
it was simple, perfect, sweetâĻ
no tension or skip of your heart beat, no wondering what will happen next. there was justâĻno thrill.
you think sunghoon has really fucked you up. even after all this time youâre still comparing people to your ex. your crazy, obsessive, killer ex.
god, sometimes you even catch yourself wishing heâd pop up in your life again. but after you found out it was him who was killing all of the people in your life and town, anyone who he deemed as getting in the way of your relationship, you panicked and immediately called the police.
no one has seen him since, evidently. you certainly havenât.
but do you really wish you would? if he saw you again heâd probably kill you.
ây/n?â your date says gently, breaking you out of your stupor as you blink at the man in front of you, noticing how heâs gotten significantly closer than when you last noticed.
your porch lightâs obnoxious hum is the only other sound as he gazes at you, giving you a hopeful, prompting lookâ sort of like heâs expecting something. you think you know what it is, but you suddenly feel like youâve turned to stone.
âweâll go out again, right?â he whispers as his face inches closer and closer, smiling at you sweetly.
âiâllâ iâll text you.â you vaguely answer.
your date laughs again even though you havenât said anything funny, raising a single hand to gently hold your arm as he finally realizes heâs gonna have to take full initiative. puckering his lips, he leans into yours as he shuts his eyes. you donât do anything except let your eyes bulge out of your skull, before at the last second turning your head, causing his kiss to land on your cheek instead.
he pulls away while blinking widely in surprise, before his cheeks bloom a pink blush and he laughsââĻagain. itâs starting to be less charming and more annoying.
âyouâre so cute.â he says, thinking youâre just shy.
âgoodnight, y/n. iâll see you soon?â
âsure!â you lie. âgoodnight!â
you wave before immediately shutting your door.
you sigh tiredly, appreciating the beautiful glow of the moonlight that gently illuminates your otherwise dark house.
flipping the switch that lights your stairs, wood creaking beneath your feet, you walk to your bedroom. the nightâs air is fresh, and the soft sound of rustling leaves always helps you calm down. so you open your bedroom window, letting the gentle breeze spread goosebumps across your arms.
moving to your dresser, you grab a tank top and shorts along with some panties before going into the bathroom to take a shower. you sit your fresh clothes on the bathroom countertop, stripping off your dirty clothes and letting them pool at your feet.
when you get in the shower you feel your previous stress melt off of you with the warm water, all thoughts and worries forgottenâ temporarily at least. after about twenty minutes you step out, quickly wrapping a towel around you as the water dripping off your body and the chill in the air makes you shiver.
you move to grab your dirty clothes left on the floor to put them in the hamper, but your underwear is missing.
âwhat the heck,â you mumble to yourself, shaking out the clothing in your hands, checking if the item wasnât just tangled amongst them.
âlooking for these?â a voiceâ his voiceâ asks.
you gasp as your body jolts, feeling your heart spike in your chest when you look up to see ghostface standing at the bathroomâs open door.
heâs wearing his mask, signature big butchers knife in his hand as he twirls around your panties from itâs sharp point.
andâĻblood.
blood is on his hands and dripping off the weaponâs edge.
âyâknow, i expected you to still be anxiously locking all the entrances of your house for a while longer, but you stopped only a year into moving hereâĻâ he thinks aloud with sarcastic wonder, lifting up his mask to let his eyes drink in the image of you clutching your towel to your chest.
sunghoon lets your panties slip off the knife and drop back onto the floor before stepping closer to you.
he moves slowly, making your panic worsen as he corners you into the bathroom like prey. a small, frightened noise comes from your chest when your back hits the wall, sunghoonâs face closer than ever as you watch his lips raise into a smirk.
âcan you tell me why that is, bunny?â
your body trembles at the nickname that hasnât been directed to you in years.
sunghoon started calling you that after one of the first dates you went on, the two of you watched a scary movie and you criticized the characters who were so easily killed.
âdo you think you could do any better?â sunghoon had asked, smiling at you patronizingly yet fond.
âwell, yeah? they always get killed cusâ they do something stupid. like lock themselves in one room or crawl through a fucking cat door.â
âand what would you do?â
ârun.â you had simply answered.
âwell?â sunghoon drawls, hot breath puffing into your face as he stands practically against you.
his knife is still raised, gently grazing the tip over your cheek as his eyes follow the movement.
âwhoâs blood is that?â you struggle out, feeling the crimson liquid trickle down your neck.
âdrop your towel.â
âwâ what?â
âi said drop your fucking towel, y/n.â he grits, moving the knife to apply harmless pressure to your neckâ but itâs there, and itâs threatening.
the damp fabric lands with a thump on the tile floor, leaving your nipples to harden from the bite in the air.
âshould have left that window fucking shutâĻâ you whisper, but sunghoon catches it with his close proximity.
he steps back just enough to run his perverted eyes all over your body, weapon moving from your neck down to your breasts.
you inhale shakily, sunghoon chuckling under his breath.
âyes, you should have. although it wouldnât have mattered. i came in through the front door that you also conveniently forgot about.â he replies to your statement. âwhich brings me to my question that i asked first, why have you been leaving everything unlocked, y/n?â
you glare up into his eyes with wavering bravery, sunghoon finding you to look more like a scared, defenseless animal.
you donât speak, trembling lips pressing into a thin line. sunghoon slides the flat of his knife over your nipple, spreading the leftover blood across your skin and causing you to flinch as a small moan escapes you.
âyou missed me.â he states with suffocating confidence, seeing right through your facadeâ knowing how you really feel.
âyou still love me. donât you, bunny?â
he presses his chest against yours, the rough material of his shirt giving stimulation to your sensitive nipples as he moves the weapon back up towards your face. the steel blade swipes across your mouth, staining your lips red.
sunghoon tugs down your bottom lip with his thumb, rubbing slowly side to side before pushing inside your mouth. you take it without thinking, staring up into his eyes as you suck on his appendage, wincing at the steely taste of blood.
âstill such a slut.â he marvels fondly, eyelids drooping as his breath gets a little heavier. you bob your head just slightly, like you would do to his cock, and sunghoon reacts with a groan. your pussy clenches at the sound.
âwell, you didnât exactly answer my question, bunny. but since youâre so cute and helpless right now, iâll have some mercy and answer yours.â
he pulls his thumb back and you donât release it until it comes out with a wet pop, sunghoon groaning lowly before slamming his lips onto yours. he swallows your moans as his empty hand roams your body, fingers feathering over your bare pussy, trailing up to grope roughly at your breast before firmly wrapping around your throat.
you squirm. any shame has left your mind as you try and rub your cunt up onto sunghoon.
heâs playing nice for now it seems, pressing his jean clad thigh between your legs and letting you hump against him. you whine into his kiss as the denim makes contact with your clit, biting on sunghoonâs bottom lip unconsciously in pleasure.
he grunts at the slight pain, slapping your ass before gripping it roughly and digging his nails into your flesh.
you lick his bottom lip and suck on his tongue in apology, sunghoonâs nails retracting to rub soothingly over the skin that is now littered with red crescent cuts.
âgod, i love you, bunny.â he groans lowly. âitâs your dateâs blood.â
âhâ huh?â you gasp, eyes widening as sunghoon stares deeply into your eyes. âyouâĻdid you kill him?â
âdo you care?â sunghoon quips back cockily, but you recognize the tinge of jealousy in his tone. âhe was too soft for you anyway. you like it when someone is rough and makes you feel dominated, donât you? someone big enough to overpower you?â
he speaks in a dark tone, hand gripping your hip with possessiveness thatâs sure to leave a bruise.
your breathing picks up again, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotionsâ though youâre not sure what any of them are.
âfuck you, sunghoon.â you spit, the man maniacally laughing with clear amusement.
âsure, sugar, later. right now i think iâm in the mood for a chase.â
he says this as he steps away from you, leaving you confused as he stares at you expectantly.
âwell?â sunghoon lifts a brow, lowering the mask to cover his face completely again, gripping his knife a little tighter. ârun, bunny.â
fear settles its anchor in your stomach and you take off like a bullet, water and blood dripping from your naked body as you run down the stairs. thereâs only the sound of your panicked gasps of breath before ghostfaceâs heavy footsteps creak down the steps, coming right after you.
your first thought is to go the front door, but when you open it you're greeted with the massacred body of your date sitting in a bloody, gutted heap of red and pink mush.
you scream, immediately slamming the door shut as you choke on a gag that tickles up your throat.
ghostface makes it down the stairs, taking large but calm steps towards you as his knife gleams in the moonlight, black plastic eyes staring blankly at you.
âstop!â you cry, suddenly thankful for the wrap around layout of your house as you run right, out of the livingroom and into the hallway.
you can go to the kitchen, bedroom, or second bathroom.
everything is a dead-end except the kitchen, which has two escape routes to the outside: a latch window and the back door.
you quickly open the bedroom door to throw ghostface off and quietly sneak into the kitchen.
risking taking the time to carefully open a drawer and take a knife outâ just in case, you then hurry over to the back door and turn the knob.
thereâs the sound of something slicing through air before you yelp as it cuts into your hand, forcing you to jump away from the door.
âi wouldnât do that if i were you.â ghostface warns as he walks in, creepily melodic with how he speaks.
you look back at the doorknob, seeing his knife stabbed into the wood from the force ghostface threw it with, your blood splattered in a small area against the white paint.
ânow look at that, you made me hurt you.â he says with mocking sympathy, his dangerous tone making your knees feel weak with fear.
you keep switching your eyes from looking at the window to ghostface.
he just stands, watching with undivided attention as he can practically see the cogs turning in your brain, waiting for what youâll do next like heâs watching a mouse in a trap. (or a bunny in a snare.)
you suddenly run out of the kitchenâs second entry, ending up at the living room again and booking it up the stairs. you wouldnât have had time to make it out the kitchen window with ghostface right there, but maybe you can escape through your bedroom window. itâs already open, and even though your house is two stories, thereâs a tree right next to it that will shorten the dropâ if you can reach a branch without falling off the roof.
when you get to your bedroom ghostface is hot on your trail. you try to slam the door shut and lock it, but he presses against it from the other side right at the same time.
you push as hard as you can to shut the door, but ghostface has always been much stronger than you.
busting the door open, your body is flung backward as you land on the floor, knife falling out of your hands and sliding away from you.
you scramble on the ground to get it back, just barely grasping it in your hand before ghostface grabs and flips you over onto your back, ripping his mask off and letting it clatter to the floor.
âsâ stop it, sungâ sunghoon.â you struggle to get out from how your body and voice shakes, pressing your legs together in fear and ignoring the wetness between them as sunghoon cages your body with his limbs.
âoh, are you going to make me?â he challenges with no fear, the smile on his face clearly expressing that he doesnât take a word you say seriously.
âgo on then, bunny. take a stab at me.â
sunghoon drops his own knife from his hands, baring himself to your mercy.
your eyes widen, hands shaking as you pathetically raise the knife.
you look from his eyes to his vulnerable stomach that you could easily plunge the weapon into, and back up to his eyes again.
sunghoon slenders his gaze at you, as if to say âyou canât do it, can you?â.
you burst into sobs, dropping the knife and hiding your face in your hands.
sunghoon leans down to coo at you, running his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead.
âi knew you couldnât do it, bunny. iâve been watching you ever since you left town, and you know what i found out?â
you take watery gasps, wiping off your tears so you can look up at sunghoon.
you know the answer, even in your messy state. itâs apparent throughout everything in your life, after all these years and all the decisions youâve made.
âiââĻthat i nâ never stopped loving you.â
âthatâs right, sugar. couldnât even bear to kiss your date, could you?â
you shake your head, cries reducing to sniffles as sunghoon cups your face with his still bloodied hands, the liquid beginning to dry as it feels tacky on your skin.
âitâs okay, bunny. you were a good girl, so i wonât punish youâĻtoo much. as for himâ well,â
he laughs, but it sounds hollow, devoid of anything other than hate and rage. âhe got what he deserved.â
suddenly sunghoon is picking up his knife and hoisting you up, your waist thrown over his shoulder as you gasp in surprise while he walks over to the bed.
sunghoon takes a handful of your ass, admiring how it jiggles when he jostles it in his hand before giving it a hard spank. you whimper and push back into his palm, wordlessly asking for more.
âslut.â he chuckles under his breath, throwing you roughly on the mattress a second later.
sunghoon places his knife on your nightstand as you sit up on your elbows to look at him curiously. he practically devours your body with his eyes as he strips off his shirt, your mouth watering at the revealed expanse of his tapered waist and sculpted abs. you canât help but whine when he slowly pushes the waistband of his pants and underwear down, hard, huge cock slapping against his stomach wetly.
âmissed this, bunny?â
you only whine, feeling like the desparate whore that you are for sunghoon as you blatantly squeeze and rub your thighs together, trying to bring any sort of relief to your needy pussy. you practically feel edged by everything thatâs transpired so far.
âcome.â sunghoon orders, pointing at the floor in front of him.
you know what that means, quickly getting off the bed and on your knees, looking up at him with pathetically begging eyes. he only acknowledges you with a piercing stare, picking up his knife again as he moves it beneath your hairline, pressing the cold, flat side of its blade into the nape of your neck.
ânow suck.â
youâre eager, enveloping his dick into your watering mouth and pushing yourself as far down the long shaft as you can muster. you gag, sunghoonâs salty pre-cum making you salivate for more as you donât pull off, only trying to push his cock deeper down your throat.
even as your eyes squeeze shut, choking around himâ you donât stop.
not until sunghoon roughly pulls you off by the hair, a deep sound coming out of you as your mouth is suddenly empty, gasping and coughing while a string of saliva hangs from your lips.
âdid i say swallow me whole? dumb whore. suck.â
you immediately do as he says, apologizing with your eyes and pliant little hums around him as you envelope just the tip in your mouth, sucking on it delicately like a lollipop.
sunghoon bares his teeth at the teasing pleasure, watching your lips that are glossy with your own spit prettily wrapped around his big dick. you look so small and helpless like this: kneeling, naked, someone elseâs blood drying on your bodyâ as well as a little of your own.
sunghoon thinks youâre most beautiful like this. his slutty little bunny trapped in the snare heâs made just for you.
grabbing a painfully tight fistful of your hair, he slams your face against his pelvis. youâre reduced to choking sounds and sputters as you struggle to take the sheer size of him into your mouth, sunghoon continuing to catch you off guard as he starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft like a cock sleeve.
you cry and moan at the feeling of him using you like a cheap whore, your pussy throbbing with the need to be touched but being ignoredâ and it only turns you on that much more.
your scalp burns as sunghoon keeps yanking you by the hair, spit seeping out of the corners of your stretched lips and running down your chin.
âalmost forgot what a dirty slut you could be, bunny. fâ fucking shit!â
hearing sunghoonâs hard resolve crack, youâre hit with another wave of enthusiasm.
you swallow around him, doing your best to lick and suck whenever you get the chance between the harsh movements he controls you with. then you have an idea, and without a second thought youâre executing it.
moving a hand down to your pussy, you smear the generous wetness on your fingers, lifting them up to cup sunghoonâs balls, fondling them with ease thanks to your slick.
âgodâ fuck! good girl! thatâs a good little whore. choke on my dick while you make me messy.â
you feel like you could almost cum just from sunghoonâs words, the tingly pain at your scalp, and the full mouth of dick youâre taking. moans almost rhythmically come from your throat as your free hand goes down to rub desperately at your neglected clit, hips making trembling movements at the pleasure thatâs not enough while at the same time being too much.
âbunny, ohâ damn. you really like me fucking your mouth, donât you sugar?â
âmmâhmm,â you moan around him, sunghoon starting to snap his hips more aggressively. you feel his dick pulse in your mouth, a deep growl coming from him a moment later, signaling his soon release.
âyou ready for me, bunny? you ready for my cum?â
please, please, yesâ you want to say, but it only comes out as whimpers as his cock bruises the back of your throat.
your thighs begin to tremble as you feel yourself getting closer. sunghoon moans out, pressing his hips flat against your face as his dick throbs, pumping a huge load down your throat. that paired with the feeling of his knife pressing harder into your neck sends you into white hot ecstasy, shaking like a leaf and thighs clenching around your own hand as you ride it out on your soaked fingers.
sunghoonâs dick is dripping with your spit and his cum when he pulls out, still hard as a rock and catching his breath as he slowly jerks himself off, wincing at the painful pleasure after just cummingâ but not able to stop as heâs mesmerized by how much of the both of you there is, mixing all together with each movement of his hand.
sunghoon then looks over at you just as youâre pulling your hand away from yourself, groaning as he sees the wet webs between your fingers.
âget on the bed, bunny. ass up.â
your movements are clumsy as youâre still weak from the hard orgasm, but you want more, so you do as he says. sunghoon gives you a helping hand, making sure you donât fall as the both of you get on the bed.
sunghoon sits up on his knees behind you. your ass looks amazing in this position, and your legs are spread, completely unable to hide your dripping pussy from sunghoonâs hungry eyes.
you turn your head, looking back at him with fucked out eyes that ask for more. he smirks, placing both hands on either side of your hips before stooping low to go down on your sloppy cunt.
âohâ fuck, suâ sunghoon!â
youâre so turned on, and if you really think about it (which youâre trying not to), you probably shouldnât beâ not after what heâs done.
and yet, here you are, whining like a whore as the ghostface killer fucks your pussy with his tongue.
he canât get enough of your taste. heâs went years without it after all, and sunghoon finds heâs going feral now that youâre finally in his mouth again. he delves his tongue as deeply as it can go, paying attention to what movements make you cry louder. sunghoon makes sure to pull out and suck your puffy clit between his lips, proud at himself with how it makes your legs quiver, before shoving his appendage back inside your core and fucking it in and out of you.
âhoonie, please,â you beg, already needing release as youâre sensitive from your previous orgasm.
âno,â he barks, annoyed that he even has to separate his mouth from your pussy to speak, reconnecting with you immediately after.
you dare to whine defiantly at him, and sunghoon reacts by reigning his hand down on your ass.
the hit is hard, making your eyes widen and taking your breath away as the strength he uses on you is unexpected. you can feel your skin tingling and hot from where the slap landed, and somehow it just makes you feel even more needy.
sunghoon knows you liked it, he can tell by how your pussy is contracting around his tongue, making him smirk against you as he keeps eating you out with no mercy.
you wiggle your hips just slightly, side to side, unable to keep still as you just need more.
you feel sunghoonâs annoyed growl, the vibrations of it sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core. he spanks you again, right on the same spot as before. this time a sob is ripped out of your chest at the pain, your face burying into the bed.
âyouâre a bad fucking girl, canât even do what i want you to.â sunghoon grits as he removes his mouth and shoves two merciless fingers inside you instead, roughly curving them as his thumb rubs at your clit. the amount of pain and pleasure is equal now, making you want to pull away while at the same time, push closer. the sounds your pussy makes as sunghoon quickly moves his fingers are loud and should be embarrassingâ yet all you can think about is how good heâs making you feel and how badly you need to cum.
âhoon, iâ really i canâtâ canât take it!â
âoh youâll take it, bitch. if you want me to fuck you with my cock by the end of this.â
ânoâ yes! please, want your cock!â you blubber, the thought of not getting it making you feel as if you could cry at any moment, that paired with how meanly sunghoon treats your desperate little pussy, fucking it like he wants you to squirt all over the sheetsâ yet refusing to let you.
âiâll be good, hoonie! iâll let you do whatever you want, justâ let me cum!â
the man doesnât say anything, fingers not stopping as you feel his other handâs nails dig into the flesh of your ass again, leaving more claiming cuts into your skin.
âfine, filthy slut. cum.â
the relief and pleasure of finally letting go is too much, your hearing is reduced to a high pitched ringing, and youâre not sure if your eyes are shut or if your vision has blacked out.
when you come back to, youâre on your back, sunghoonâs hands all over your body as the look in his eyes looks like heâs truly lost it.
âhoon, canât,â you pant out as he starts lifting your limp leg to his shoulder.
but he doesnât stop, his frantic movements continue, only looking up at you with pupils you swear are blown out.
âyouâll let me do whatever i want, remember?â he speaks out roughly, his throat scratchy either from eating you out so vigorously or from being so turned on.
âeven if you didnât let me, iâd still do whatever i want with you.â he cruelly chuckles, smirking down at you. the points of his teeth remind you of a wolf.
guess you really are the bunny.
you whimperâ and youâre not sure if itâs from fear or twisted arousal.
tears fill your eyes as you watch sunghoon grab his huge cock, jerking it a few times to spread his cum. (not that he needs toâ you literally just squirted.) you can only imagine how big the stretch will be inside your tiny little pussy to fit his huge girth. youâve taken it before of course, but your insides are crying out in sensitivity, and your head feels foggy, like you could fall back out of consciousness again.
âplease, hoonie, pleaseââ
youâre words are cut off by your own agonized cry as sunghoonâs cock feels like itâs piercing your guts, pushing and pushing until heâs down to the hilt.
then he starts thrusting into you with enough power that it pushes your head against the headboard, your hands moving up to brace yourself as your hiked up leg tightens around his shoulder.
despite everything, you canât help the delirious moan you let out, feeling your pussy ooze more fluids you didnât think you had at this point.
âmy slutty little bunny, huh, y/n?â sunghoon almost coos, if it wasnât for how his teeth are harshly bared.
âmissed my big dick abusing your insides, didnât you, bunny?â
you sob, tears racing down your cheeks as your hole helplessly clenches and suffocates on sunghoonâs huge, unforgiving length.
âadmit it. admit youâre a dirty whore for me.â
âi amâ i am, hoonie!â you pant out breathlessly, each of his bruising thrusts feeling like they punch the breath right out of you. your chest aches from the big gulps of air you take. âmâa whore, such a dirty whore for you, sunghoonâ fuck, please!â
sunghoonâs pants almost match up with your own, his body starting to tremble as he moves to lean down on his elbows against the bed, the new position forcing your leg to stretch even furtherâ causing sunghoonâs cock to ram even deeper inside you.
âyouâre mine. you hear me, bitch? youâre fucking mine! donât ever think iâm gonna let you run away from me again.â
âoh godâ iâm cumming!â you scream, unable to even ask for permission or try to hold back as your body convulses with the waves wracking over your body.
the only thing that keeps the darkened edges of your vision from completely taking over is sunghoonâs dick driving into you, chasing after his own high as your pussy spasms around him. youâre almost too tight, your core literally unable to take his huge size anymore as sunghoon forces his cock in again and again, balls slapping crudely against you.
when he finally busts inside, sunghoon clamps his teeth down on your neck, the sensations overwhelming him as he fucks you full of his cum.
he doesnât pull out, even when your crying doesnât stop, he keeps your poor abused pussy plugged up with his full load by his huge dick.
once sunghoon catches his breath, he glides his tongue across his teeth, curious at the taste of blood in his mouth.
âhoon, you bit me.â you whine, pouting at him as you try to look where his teeth left bloody marks into the junction of your shoulder.
sunghoon sighs, and you can tell by the noise and how his eyes flit over the wound excitedly that it turns him on.
his tongue licks over the bite in apology, cleaning up the blood before pressing little kisses all over it.
âyou make me crazy, bunny.â he whispers lovingly, eventually pulling away from your shoulder to hover above your face.
you stare at each other silently, before you tilt your chin up, begging for a kiss with pouty lips and shiny eyes.
sunghoon smiles, those wolfish teeth still poking through slightly as he leans down to capture you in a slow, passionate kiss.
it tastes like blood and cum.
your blood and cum.
the realization frightens you only a little bit, the stronger emotion being some sort of sick arousal.
sunghoon might be crazy over you, but heâs definitely made you crazy as well.
contents: big dick hee! implied first time (with eachother), fingering, overstimulation, squirting, riding, pet names: angel, baby, praise kink if you squint
you were lying on your back, heeseung leaning over top of you. two of his long fingers scissoring your cunt open. âdo you think you can take a third baby?â he asks, and you nod slowly. your body shakes in anticipation for the stretch, your lip tucked between your teeth. heeseung slowly adds a third finger into your dripping cunt, and you cry out at the feeling. âf-fuck i feel s-so full.â you breathe out. âyeah baby? just wait till you have my cock inside you,â heeseung replies, voice deep and hungry. he continues to fuck you with his fingers until your body starts to twitch and your stomach begins to tighten. high pitched moans escape your lips as heeseung curls his fingers into you, this action sending you over the edge. your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm rips through you, your whole body shaking. heeseung removes his fingers from you before sitting up and licking them clean. he reaches down to tuck some stray hairs behind your ears. âyou did so good for me, angel; you think youâre ready for my cock?â he asks.Â
you nod eagerly, and heeseung goes to push you back down, but you stop him. âl-let me try, please.â a blush coats your cheeks as you look up at your boyfriend. heeseung doesnât argue with you, instead ridding himself of his garments and swapping places with you so youâre able to straddle his lap. your heat resting against his cock, you shudder slightly at the feeling, still sensitive from your orgasm. âjust go slow, baby, you got this,â heeseung coos at you. and you smile softly at him before reaching for his cock. you pump him a few times, heeseung wincing at the feeling. you raise your hips up, slightly aligning his cock with your entrance. you knew this wouldnât be easy seeing as your boyfriend's cock was literally huge; he had length and girth. you knew this would be a struggle, but you craved it so bad.
you slowly push the head of his cock into your soaked cunt, the stretch already feeling quite uncomfortable. âa-ahhâ you moan, and reach out to grab heeseungs shoulders. his hands find your hips easily, helping steady you. your head hangs as you try to sink down a little more on him. youâre almost halfway on his cock, and itâs taking everything in heeseung to not thrust up into you right now, your tight cunt squeezing his cock so nicely. âsâtoo much, hee, y-youâre too big,â you whine, still trying to take more of him. âcâmon baby, you can take it; i know you can.â he says, lightly pushing your hips down, helping you sink further down on his cock. whines are falling past your lips, and heeseung swears he could cum just hearing your sounds. you finally manage to slowly sink all the way down on his cock, a loud moan ripping from your throat as you feel his tip prodding at your cervix. âgood girl,â heeseung praises you. âtake your time, angel,â he says after, noticing the way you try to move but physically canât. you lean closer into heeseung, arms wrapping around his neck while his wrap around your waist, holding you close.
âdo you want me to move you, baby?â he asks, and you nod, âyes, please.â heeseungs hands fall back to your hips, and he starts to slowly guide you on his cock. your legs shake as his cock stretches you so good, hitting every spot that makes your brain fuzzy. your head is spinning at the pleasure being given to you, and you hear light groans falling from heeseungs mouth too. âfuck youâre taking me so well, angel; your pussy was made for me,â he says huskily. you moan at the praise, jolting slightly when heeseung speeds up his thrusts. the slapping of skin is all that can be heard in the room as heeseung fucks you senseless. you feel that familiar knot in your stomach begin to tighten. âiâm close, hee,â you sigh, and heeseung immediately brings one of his hands down to give your clit attention. the combination being all too much, it immediately sends you over the edge, your body jolting and trembling, but heeseung doesnât let up as he chases his own high. his thrusts donât slow; he continues to fuck into your cunt. you cry out, âsâtoo much, hee! sâtoo much.â you rake your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. âhang on for me, baby,â he says, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. you can already feel a third orgasm approaching from the overstimulation; this one is already feeling stronger than the others.
heeseungs thrusts begin to turn sloppy as his high crashes over him, hips bucking into your cunt repeatedly. the feeling of needing to pee washes over you as you come undone, and the mere intensity of your orgasm pushes heeseungs dick out of you as your juices spray all over him and the sheets. your moans sound literally pornographic as you come undone, falling into your boyfriend's chest immediately after. heeseung holds you close, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you try to calm down. âfuck baby, that was amazing,â heeseung chuckles slightly. you lift your head up from his chest. âd-did i just squirt?â you ask, still trying to wrap your brain around the intensity of your orgasm. and heeseung chuckles at you,
âyeah, baby, you did, and it was fucking perfect.â
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YOU WOKE UP TO A WARMTH YOUâRE NOT USED TO FEELING SO EARLY IN THE MORNING.
itâs comforting but so unfamiliarâas your eyes slowly flutter open, you realize that someoneâs arms are wrapped securely around you, holding you close and coddling you as if you were a giant plushie.
the room is still dimly lit, the curtains drawn, but the soft sunrise of the early morning light seeps through, just enough for you to see the messy hair and familiar features of your boyfriendâpark sunghoon.
sunghoon isnât usually like thisâheâs not the type to show his affection so openly.
heâs reserved, sometimes distant, always keeping his emotions carefully guarded behind his cold and icy demeanor.
so waking up like this, feeling his body pressed so intimately against yours, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, sends a rush of warmth and butterflies through you.
itâs as if heâs silently begging you not to move, as if heâs afraid you might slip away.
you tried shifting just a little, testing to see if you can turn over and look at him properly, but his grip only tightened in response, almost instinctively. âââ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđ .áã ¤
his arms are firm around you, his breath steady and soft against your skin, and you canât help but smile, even though youâre still a littleâvery confused.
âhoon?â you whisper, voice soft and gentle, not wanting to break the warmth of the moment.
you tilted your head with a pout to try and get a glimpse of his face, and you can see his eyes are still closed, his brows no longer furrowed in that typical stern way of his.
instead, he looks peaceful, maybe even vulnerable.
he doesnât say anything at first, he just lets out a small sigh as his eyes blink open, the usual sharpness softened by exhaustion.
he looks at you for a moment, his gaze lingering on your delicate features, and it almost takes your breath away how different he seemsâhow unguarded.
âis everything okay, hoon?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, your eyes searching his, itâs unlike him to be this close, to be this... needy.
he doesnât answer immediately, and for a second, you think he might just close his eyes again, retreat back into the comfort of silence and sleep.
but instead, he shifts a little, burying his face deeper into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks, his voice shy and quiet.
âi just... i donât say it enough,â he murmurs, his words barely audible to your ears.
âi donât say it at all, actually. but i love you.â
his confession is soft, almost hesitant, like heâs afraid of how youâll react. it catches you off guard, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe.
sunghoon, who rarely lets his emotions show, is telling you he loves youâitâs as if all those guarded looks and hesitant touches have finally found their voice, their body.
you feel his arms tighten slightly, his heart beating steadily against your back, and it makes your own heart explode with warmth.
letting out a soft a breath, your lips transforming into a gentle smile.
you turn your body just enough to face him, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek.
his eyes are half-lidded, watching you, nervousness radiating off of him.
you can tell that it took a lot for him to say those wordsâheâs always shown his love through actions rather than declarations.
âsunghoon...â you whisper, your thumb brushing gently along his cheekbone.
âyou donât have to say it for me to know, you know that?â
his gaze drops onto the covers for a second, as if he was unsure, but you lift his chin slightly, making him meet your eyes.
âyouâve always shown me you love me,â you continue, your voice filled with warmth.
âthe way you remember the smallest things about meâlike how you always make sure my favorite snack is stocked or how you know just when i need some space and when i need you close, or when iâve had a horrible day and you rent my favourite movies on overpriced subscriptions.â
you see his expression soften, his eyes holding a glimmer of something more tender, and it makes your heart swell even moreâif possible.
you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. âi love you too, hoon,â you whisper against his skin.
âi always have and will. your actions have always told me everything i needed to know.â
he stays silent for a moment, and you feel him relax against you, his forehead resting against yours.
thereâs a hint of a grin tugging at his lips, his eyes closing as if heâs savoring your words, your presence.
his arms pull you even closer, if thatâs even possible, and you feel his breath against your skin, warm and steady.
âyouâre too good to me, pretty..â he mumbles, his voice muffled slightly by your proximity.
âi know iâm not the best at showing it... but iâll keep trying. for you.â
your heart flutters at his words, and you shake your head slightly, smiling.
âyouâre perfect just the way you are,â you say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âi donât need grand gestures. just you, like this, is always going to be enough.â
he looks at you, his eyes holding a softness thatâs usually hidden behind his icy expression.
his lips stretch into a small, shy smile, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
itâs sweet and soft, filled with all the words he hasnât said, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest.
when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours again, his eyes closing as he lets out a content sigh.
âi love you,â he repeats, the words sounding more confident this time, as if heâs finally allowing himself to believe in them.
âi love you too,â you reply, your fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.
you both fall into a comfortable silence, the morning sun slowly brightening the room, but neither of you wanted to make any move to let go.
for once, sunghoon isnât afraid to show how much he cares, and you can feel it in every gentle touch, every soft breath.
itâs a side of him youâve always known was there, hidden beneath his coldness, and now, wrapped up in his arms, you feel like the luckiest person in the world to witness it.
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