Thinking about topping whiny and touch starved Hee (w glasses on) after a long day.
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Heeseung always seemed so confident on stage. At times cocky, fans often describing him as freaky and dominant. Now they weren't entirely wrong. He did get like that, however.. There was also a side to him no one got to see. No one except you.
His glasses fogged up, hair sticking to his forehead slightly as his chest heaved under your palms, heart hammering wildly against his ribcage as his eyes fell hooded, lashes fluttering over his cheeks. Your hand moved to his neck. Index finger pressing into his adams apple slightly. "Eyes on me baby~." You cooed as he replied with a whimper.
"I.. I can't... Can't-..." Heeseung stuttered as your walls gripped him, pulling him in, his shirt slipping down your shoulder and bunching up around your thighs as you bounced on his cock mercilessly. Hips grinding down, your clit moving against his pelvis giving you the best friction. Heeseung inhaled sharply, adams apple bobbing under your finger as you circled your hips.
"So close.. P-please..." He whined as you leaned down to press a sweet kiss to the tiny mole on his forehead. "Not yet baby... Hold on." You pulled up slightly, keeping him in by just a few inches before slamming yourself back down hard. Heeseung's hand gripping your thigh so tight you knew he'd leave bruises. The other one gripping the sheets, knuckles white.
Your kisses moved down slowly until your lips found his delicious adams apple again. Your hands resting on his chest now as you moved up and down on his cock. He twitched inside you hard, pulsing wildly as your insides squeezed him in tighter. The man under you whimpered again. "I'm going to.. I'm coming, please.. Please... Please can I?" He whined lips parted, your lips now sucking on his neck. Running your tongue over his adams apple like it's the most amazing thing you've ever tasted.
"Hm~... Come for me my Hee~..."
With that the poor boy lost it. Whining desperately as his hands gripped the back of your ass, squeezing the flesh, hips bucking up into you as you moaned out, your orgasm ripping through you just as his cum spilled inside you too. Your hands busy stroking his hair..
"That's it.. My good boy~.." You hushed as your body still shuddered in aftershocks.
"Y/n.." Heeseung panted. His glasses having almost slipped off his face completely, he looked so beautiful all spent and yours..
"I love you.." He muttered pushing his glasses back up his face as he pulled you into a cuddle. His lips finding yours lazily..
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Frustrated, soft and sweet Sunoo after dance practice. (Smut 18+)
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The door to his bedroom closes behind him as you swing your legs. "You okay?" You ask. Noting the look on Sunoo's face. Clearly something's off..
"Sunghoon hyung.." He starts and you already know where this is going. "He kept hitting my shoulder and my arms and said the way I eat was 'Too slow and careful, just eat bigger bites, I know you can'-. God I can't believe we have to do a dance unit together.. Sunghoon hyung is so frustrating sometimes! He always uses the excuse that he's older than me when I try to get back at him it's so annoying!" Sunoo goes on his weekly rant about Sunghoon again.
These days he'd been out for dance practice a lot, they were doing a special stage and were regrouped into seperate dance units, Sunoo got grouped with Heeseung and Sunghoon.. "Can't you talk to your dance instructor? What do the other members even do about it?" You ask then. "Jungwon tries to get us to focus, Jay hyung just gets pissed off. Ni-ki joins Sunghoon hyung, Jake hyung just laughs and eventually Heeseung hyung makes him leave me alone but I swear."
The poor boy does look frustrated as he throws his bag in the corner of his room. He looks at himself in the mirror. Running a hand through his blonde locks and fixing a few pink streaks at the front of his face.
You get up and wrap your arms around him from behind gently and he lets you. "It's okay, you're free tomorrow.. No more members for now yeah?" He speak softly with your face burried into the soft skin of his neck. He exhales and visibly relaxes more. Good... You want that.
"Want me to help you relax some baby?" You suggest, an invitation, you know he could surely use it and hell you could too.
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You pull off of him with a pop as his hand grips the pillow his head is laying on, his plump lips parted as his hazel eyes have darkened, pupils blown wide.
"My sweet~.." Sunoo pants. "Need you here. Please.." You lick your lips, tasting him on them, slightly salty, so clean, so.. Him.
You sit over him, legs on either side of his hips as his hands grip them gently. "You take.. Such good care of me." He mutters as you sink down on him with a sigh. Your walls gripping him like a vice. Making you both shudder.
Your hips move as you lean over him a bit more, unable to resist the urge to run your hand through his soft locks as your body rolls in waves on top of him. You know he is sensitive, so are you.
You moan out breathily as Sunoo thrusts his hips up, setting a pace.. "My sweet~.." Sunoo's body shudders as he whimpers, the sound half turning into a groan when you lean down and bite down onto his collarbone.
His soft hands slide up your back as he runs them up and down, goosebumps forming as you look up at him. His beautiful long lashes fanning across his cheeks every time he blinks. You'll never get used to this sight no matter how many times you continue seeing it.. You sit up straight again as your insides squeeze him tight. "My sweet~.... I-..." Sunoo's breath stutters as his lips part in a moan, suddenly he spills inside of you. Sitting upright now.
His whole body wraps around yours as his nose brushes your neck and his lips ghost over your pulsepoint. "Sunoo~... Fuck!" You set your nails into his shoulders sharply as you shatter around him just like that.
Both of you pant, gasp for air and land back on his bed tangled up in eachother and the sheets. "You always.. Help me wind down my sweet y/n.. Seriously, thank you~.. I love you.. So much.." He goes on to say, like always, still so talkative..
"Of course, you're my sunshine Sunoo, I have to take good care of you~."
Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't), soft dom Hoon.
(Seeing the new Jakehoon vlog clips inspired me.)
Wc: 0.4k
Hands press against the glass.. Said glass fogging up due to the cold as you pant against it. In a fucking ski lift or better yet.. Fucking in a ski lift.
His cock hits deep as you whimper. "F-fuck.. Sunghoon.." You're bent slightly as he pounds into you from behind. "That's my girl~." He grunts as you clench around him. His gloved hand finding your neck and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.
His reflection slightly visible in the glass before you, his skimask still in place. Hiding his eyes, yet his lips are slightly parted and swollen from all the kisses he'd given you earlier. This wasn't the plan, you were just going skiing, though as you got into the lift, you'd given him that look. Teasingly, he wouldn't do anything about it now.. Right? But you hoped to be punished later back at the lodge. However.. You had seen the way he looked at you as he put his mask in place and you hadn't yet and when you put your hand on his thigh you knew you just started something you had to finish. Right here. Right now.
"P-people are looking Hoon..!" You whine as his other hand smacks your ass lightly while his hips move against yours shamelessly. "You. Should. Have. Kept. Your. Mask. On." He punctuates each word with a hard thrust as you try desperately to reach back and grip him. Something.. Any leverage, yet he doesn't let you.
Instead he hoists your body up slightly and ruts against you, his arm coming to wrap around your neck in a bicep choke. Despite still being clothed you feel his bicep flex and your body loses it right then. His dick hitting that spot over and over as your pussy sucks him in desperately. You moan out a broken sob that sounds somewhat like his name and a curse mixed together as you climax. "Fuck baby that's it... Good girl~." Sunghoon hushes you by stroking your hair in his other hand before a groan leaves him and he's spilling inside you a moment later.
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Your face red. Chest heaving as his grip loosened and his arm fell away from your neck. Ski outfits messily rearanged as you sat back.
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As you sat there. With his arm lazily slung over your shoulder like he couldn't care less.. You knew you'd never test him again.
-Would 100% love princess treatment. He'd give it a little more than he'd recieve it I feel like, but he'd definetly love being little spoon 30% of the time too.
-Just like he'd LOVE having his hair played with, head in your lap.. He's a goner.
-Forehead kisses, hand kisses.
-Would love to do karaoke with you.
-In the best way possible wouldn't give a fuck about who's looking, in public? Loud and affectionate when he wants to be just like in private (to an extend).
-Makes you food.
-He'd get random bursts of energy.
-Would scream also very randomly.
-Would make up the weirdest raps/songs just because he sees something that's inspired him.
-Would learn English for you and from you.
-Would learn words and phrases in your language for you just to surprise you and tell you "I love you." In your native language.
-Would sometimes try to act sexy but fail miserably, pouts and then bursts out laughing together.
Mingi is a demon, who has stumbled back onto earth after years of living down in hell.. 18+ smut
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It's a nice day out.. I hear birds chirping and take a deep breath before properly taking a sip of my tea. This is great.. Perhaps I shall visit the shops later today.. Make a list of a few things I need and just enjoy my time..
Finishing my tea I stand up, holding my cup I head inside my home.. Walking into the kitchen I do some cleaning in there and decide to go get ready.. As I turn to walk up the stairs I do a double take over my shoulder.. There's someone outside my door... Holy fucking- What are they doing there.. Just staring inside...? At least my door has tinted windows but still.. "Hello?'' I ask as I cross my arms over my chest, making sure not to appear too scared.
''Hello?!'' I yell out now, this time much louder when I don't get a reply. ''Listen, whoever you are- Leave me alone.. I.. Got a gun..'' I now mumble as I see the figure outside tilt their head to the right. ''H-hello..? Did you not hear me? I got a fucking gun you lunatic!''
No reply.. Until. ''Hello. Do you know where I am..?''
''Yes, on my doorstep, I suggest you leave back to wherever the hell you came from!'' I answer with before they seem to think for a moment.
"I actually do not seem to know where exactly I came from is the problem.."
"Where do you live?''
''I..... Do not know..''
I scoff and open the door. ''What the fuck- Are you a furry?'' I ask as I look up at a tall man... He is around six feet tall maybe over and he stares down at me like I just insulted the shit out of him. ''No.. To furry then I guess..''
''Whatever is a furry..?'' He asks and I blink. ''You.. Are.. With the whole costume thing.. Antlers, ears.. You know?''
''Alright.. So where did you come from..? Mystery.. Man.. But not furry.." I cock my head to the side.
''I'm afraid I do not know where I am.. Or came from exactly.. What is this? Earth..? Was I sent back to earth? If so.. A lot has changed from back when I was still alive.''
''Hah.. Yes.. Great.. Joke.. Uhm.. Sir? Would you mind leaving my house..?''
''Excuse me- Mingi, pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure.'' He says as he just completely ignores all I said and decides to introduce himself now.
''Okay Mingi.. Would you mind leaving? Or telling me where you live so I can call someone.. Probably the police, to bring you back and get you some help..''
''I'm from hell.. They sent me back up here for god knows whatever reasoning.... I do not have a house here as I live in hell.''
''I..... You... Mingi, you need help.''
He shakes his head and it makes his ears wiggle a little. ''Perhaps I could use your help to get back.. Can I come inside, do you have a radio?''
"A radio? What would you need a radio for..?''
''I need to get back down to hell.. And maybe you'll believe me if I show you hell is real.. I would know, I've been there a while..''
I feel completely brain dead as I just stare at the tall man before me.. ''I-''
''Nevermind, I will just do it myself then.'' He cuts me off with what seems as zero patience and flicks his wrist, a radio.. Appears.. In his hand.. And I stand there completely confused, shocked..
''I told you, I asked nicely and you did not listen, therefore I took matters into my own hands. Literally.'' He laughs at his own lame joke as I sigh. ''Okay fine.. Mingi.. Come in.. Before anyone sees you.. Though I do have questions I need you to answer.''
With just a simple nod he steps inside and walks past me into my house.
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He's a very powerful, strong demon.. And his ears and antlers are actually real.. I kind of tried to tug on them which.. Didn't make him too happy.. However I apologized and offered him some tea.. I introduced myself and we chatted some. It was bizarre don't get me wrong I just.. Kind of gave up on everything I had ever learned about death as a new world had just opened up for me.
I studied him for a few moments. His hair black, same with his fluffy ears that only appear sometimes, he also smiles. A lot... His teeth did all seem sharp and his antlers were black but quite small on his head, together with that he was pretty neatly dressed, a long coat, button up under it, a few rips here and there though, he even wore a bowtie..
As Mingi tried to get into contact with hell, I sat on my couch and tried to calm down. I had a hot fucking demon in my house- Did I say hot-.. He did not look.. Bad.. He looked dark and mysterious and actually smiled.. A lot.. He was quite hard to read quite frankly.
It was around half an hour later and it had been silent for a good minute already, so I decided to be nice and see if I could perhaps help him.. With anything.. I poked my head around the corner and rose an eyebrow. "Mingi..? Are you.. Okay? Oh god-.." I let out a gasp.
His hands were in his hair and he looked a little crazy-.. His antlers seemed to have.. Grown? If that was even possible.. And Mingi just looked.. Completely bewildered. "I can not get into contact with hell.. How am I supposed to go back home." He snapped.
"Oh.. Oh okay.. Calm down.. Maybe.. Some of your family will come and look for you!? Surely someone must be missing you? A wife..? Kids..?"
He took a deep breath and his antlers shrunk slowly with the same motion his chest made while he exhaled. "I do not have a wife or children.. However.. I did participate.. In a band.. With some.. Other.. Interesting specimen.."
"See! See they must be looking for you by now! Maybe wait.. For a bit.. Try your radio again in a few days and... They must come looking for you.. Eventually."
"I.. Am afraid you're right. However I still do not have a home here-."
"You can stay with me.. For the time being." I offered as I smiled at the demon. "I'm.. Just alone here anyway.. I wouldn't mind.. I could.. Teach you a thing or two about how earth is now and.. Help you fit in.. For the time being.. Sound good..?"
Mingi got up, his height and size eating up much of my tiny kitchen. He held out his hand and I took it. Shaking it with him. "Deal." He smiled. His large claw like hand squeezing mine gently before letting go.
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"Hm.. You need a beanie.. You can not.. Show.. That.. When we go out in public." I motion to his antlers. "Also You need.. Proper clothing.. I will go buy you some stuff alright..?" I say looking at him and he nods.
These last few days have been.. Tough.. To say the least.. Mingi doesn't seem to get a lot of stuff here.. Plus he still seems like a bit of a mystery.. Not revealing a lot about himself..
However he never really got angry. He kind of was nice at times too, though a little strange.. He actually listened to me whenever I went on a rant.
Until one day...
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A loud crash came from downstairs and I sucked in a breath. Shooting up in my bed. Quickly I pulled on a robe and made my way down the stairs. "Fuck-." I heard Mingi curse for.. The first time.. Ever..
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I enter the kitchen and find.. A lot of my dishes.. Scattered and broken all over the kitchen floor.
I click on the light and find Mingi staring back at me. His ears drawn back on his head as he bites his lip.
"For christ sake Mingi!!" I groan as he looks at me rather innocently. "Sorry. That wasn't my intention, let me just clean it up."
"No-.."
"I have my powers I can fix it. Why stress about it when I can repair it all with the snap of my fingers." He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow as I shake my head.
"I have work tomorrow Mingi- The point is, this isn't the first night you have woken me up by creeping around my goddamn house in the middle of the fucking night!"
"I must apologize though-."
"No! No just shut up.."
His eyes narrowed as he clenches his jaw. "No. You shut up." He snaps back at me ever so suddenly, making me blink in surprise.
"Make me you dick-." I shot back with a sneer, going to turn back around to go back to bed, however I felt his large claws wrap around my throat in a tight yet not too tight grip. My eyes widened and I just stared blankly at him, completely in shock.
"Don't mind if I do." He spoke calmly as I swallowed. Looking up at him. Him in his fucking red and black flanel pj's I had gotten him..
"Oh you frustrate me beyond anything Y/n." In the blink of an eye I leaned up, his arms were around me and he pressed his lips against mine. Soon enough his tongue rolled steadily against mine. Skillfully and I sucked at his lower lip with a soft whine.
"M-Mingi~.." I tried to pull away from our kiss for a moment but his fingers were back around my throat and he shook his head. "Keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, I'll put it to good use soon enough." He made it sound like a promise, making all sorts of lewd idea's pop into my mind, making me feel dizzy with need..
Mingi held me in his arms as he took me upstairs and into my bedroom within just mere seconds.. "Undress." He demanded, placing me down on the bed. I paused and stared at him for a moment.
"I advice you to not make me repeat myself, understood..?"
I took a deep breath and nodded at the demanding tone in his radio filtered voice. Pulling my robe off and the t-shirt I always wore to sleep.. Leaving me completely bare for him.
His gaze swept up and down my frame a few times before he pulled off his shirt too. To my surprise... He crawled onto the bed with me and hovered over me. I reached out to touch his smooth skin however Mingi glared down at me, his red eyes glowing and I pulled my hand back at the silent warning.. He pushed me back completely, making me lay down before delivering a slap to my thigh.
My body reacted in a shiver while I arched my back up and Mingi leaned in. Setting his sharp teeth into my neck in a soft bite. Hard enough to leave a mark..
"Mingi~.." I whimpered, resulting into him twisting my erect nipple between his long fingers. I yelped and he looked up at me in warning..
"What the fuck did I tell you-..? You speak only when you're spoken to, understood?" His eyes shone bright red and I nodded. "Yes."
"Good girl.." It came out of him as a hum, his long tongue slowly moving down my stomach, with force my legs were pushed apart and that goddamned tongue....
Mingi did not hesitate before prodding his red tongue against my swollen clit and I had to put both my hands over my mouth to make sure I didn't make any embarrassing sounds.
He hummed softly for added vibrations before shoving his tongue inside me without warning. Using his nose to rub against my clit.. My hands flew to his hair and tugged at it.. An embarrassingly loud moan leaving my already parted lips though luckily Mingi did not seem to care too much.. He sucked and licked at my cunt like a man starved.
Eventually his spiked teeth rolled my clit between them.. Two long fingers filling me up now prodding at my g-spot. Making me roll my hips into his face like an absolute slut, riding his fingers and skilled tongue.
While my hips stuttered, riding his fingers needily.. My one hand held onto his hair and the other gripped the sheets.. I was so.. So close.. With a desperate whine I threw my head back.. "I'm gonna come~.."
Before I even had the chance to realize what I had done I felt my hands fly upwards. Chains wrapping around them and my neck rapidly while Mingi came face to face with me. "Open your fucking mouth, since you just can't seem to keep it shut." He bit out, making me swallow thickly before obeying his request.
He put his thumb on my tongue and pulled my jaw open wider, I let out a soft whimper and he just a simple 'hm'.
Feeling my mouth water.. I took one last deep breath before he shoved his cock so deep down my throat I saw actual stars. My chest heaved and my throat worked, trying to gag but unable to. I stared up at him with a hum as he thrust his hips.
Slowly drool dribbled down my chin as my fingers flex. My hands aching to touch him as he fucks into my mouth with no remorse.
Low groans come from above me as his antlers seem to grow bigger and bigger.. Until he pulls his dick out of my mouth, my jaws left aching.. The chain around my neck digging into my skin while Mingi without another word pushes his thick cock inside me.
"Learned your lesson yet slut~..?" My eyes roll back and I can not even mutter a response before he draws his hips back and snaps them back against my own, the sound of skin on skin soon filling the room together with my moans and his groans as his hot tongue swirls around my erect nipple, I thrust my hips up and arch my back, pressing myself against him more.
"You're so fucking good~." Mingi groans right next to my ear as he fucks into me roughly. So hard.. For a moment I'm glad, the chains stop me from banging my head against the headboard.
However soon, my insides squeeze around him and I damn well know what time it is. I'm so close again.. From the way his cock twitches in response I assume he is as well..
I lean up and he kisses me again, it's hot and sloppy but neither of us seem to care as I clench my thighs and climax around his dick. He groans lowly into out heated kiss and fills me up with his hot cum.
I pull back panting and look at him for a moment, an 'x' marks his forehead and he looks absolutely deranged. His antlers big and his hair and eyes wild..
My body shakes and suddenly I see stars again. Eyes falling shut.. I black out..
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All of last nights events run through my mind, the sting between my thighs just confirms it all the more.. However Mingi wasn't anywhere near when I woke up.. Neither is he now that I've taken a shower and called in sick for work, I just got changed so I decide to go downstairs..
"Mingi...?" I look at him in question as he smiles widely. "What.. Happened..?" I ask and even smile back at him. He runs a hand over his head and then bites his lip a little nervously.
"Mingi."
"Y/n."
We say at the exact same time..
"I'm going back home." He says suddenly and grins widely. "They replied. My friends.. On my radio this morning."
I slowly nod and try for a small smile. "Oh.. Oh.. Wow. That's.. Great news.. When.. Uh-. Are you going..?"
"I can go whenever I want. Though I found it appropriate to speak to you first and say my proper goodbye before leaving."
I swallow thickly and rub at the side of my neck awkwardly. "Right.. Okay.."
"Thank you for your hospitality.. I quite enjoyed my stay. I can not thank you enough." He says as he crosses his arms over his chest and I nod. "Of course.. It's.. Been my pleasure.."
"Goodbye Mingi, have a good one.. I'm happy.. For you.. That you get to go back home.. Earth is obviously not the place for you anymore.. Perhaps.. Tell your friends I said hello." I take a deep breath.
"I will, I do hope you have a great life, you deserve it Y/n." He hugs me.. All of a sudden.. I don't expect it but return his hug and sniffle a little but try to sneakily hide it. I relish in his scent for just a moment longer before pulling away.
"Just.. Go, go back home Mingi." I wipe at my eyes and look up at him, he frowns a bit but nods.
"Goodbye Y/n."
"Goodbye Mingi."
A soft kiss is placed on my cheek and I watch as he hold his radio and slowly fades to black, then into thin air..
It's been 69 days since he left and I am still not used to the peace and quiet I now have back, it almost feels lonely. My home empty, I miss waking up in the middle of the night, seeing him carrying around one of my tables.
I stand up and decide to be productive today, go upstairs.. Get dressed and be on my merry way..
After getting changed and now walking down the steps I hear a woosh and then hear footsteps down the hall.
My heartrate picks up and I grab my bat. Sneaking downstairs now.. I slowly move around my house and abruptly... My bat falls to the floor with a thud. I can't even form a normal sentence at what.. Or rather who I see before me. "Hello Y/n."
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bsfs brother!Heeseung x f!reader - when you ask him to teach you how to masturbate. (pure porn with plot. MDNI 18+, explicit, masturbation, cunnilingus, phone sex, ANGST, fluff too so its fine.)
βIf sheβs not cumming, sheβs not listening to her pussy.β
βAnd if she wonβt listenβ¦β
βIβll make her.β
Youβve always had a hate-hate relationship with masturbation.
Not the βhaha I donβt know what Iβm doingβ kind. Not the shy, innocent kind. The kind where you tried, over and over again, and every time it ended in that same aching, pathetic wayβpanties soaked, fingers numb, pussy throbbing, and absolutely nothing to show for it.
No finish. No orgasm. Not even a fucking twitch of satisfaction.
You rubbed and rubbed, like everyone said to. You found your clit. You circled it. Pressed it. Flicked it. Tried soft and slow, then fast and desperate. Tried with spit, with lotion, with fucking coconut oil once. But nothing ever felt right. Just this frustrating hum of almost. Like your body was teetering on the edge of something big and just⦠refused to jump.
Youβd end up sore. Agitated. Your legs would shake, but not the good kind. Your pussy would swell, throbbing like she was mocking you for trying.
It made you feel broken. Or worseβboring. Like your body was wired wrong. Like youβd missed the most basic feminine skill everyone else seemed to be born with.
Girls talked about cumming like it was breathing. Like they could do it in five minutes flat with one hand and a good imagination. Youβd hear them talk about shaking through the sheets, arching off the bed, seeing starsβand youβd smile and nod and laugh along, pretending like you got it, like you knew what it was like to get wrecked by your own hand.
Youβd never even come close.
You tried toys. You bought a vibrator and nearly cried when it did nothing but make your arms go numb. You tried grinding on pillows until the friction made you raw. You tried porn. You even tried watching yourself once in the mirror like some kind of twisted self-help therapy. Nothing worked.
Youβd touch and touch and chase and beg for it in your headβplease, just this once, just let me finish, pleaseβand still end up breathless, sticky, empty.
Youβd cry sometimes. Just a little. From the frustration of it. From the absolute humiliation of being so fucking horny and not being able to do anything about it.
You hated that about yourself. Hated the way your body seemed to enjoy the build and not the release. Hated the way your clit would throb for attention and then get overwhelmed the second you gave her any. Hated the need. The noise. The mess with no reward.
But the worst partβthe actual worst partβwas how much you still wanted it. How much you still tried. Like a dog chasing its own tail. Like some needy little loser who couldnβt leave it alone.
You were eighteen, for fuckβs sake. You were supposed to know your body by now. You were supposed to be able to make yourself cum. You were supposed to own your pleasure.
Instead, you were stuck with a pussy that got wet at the idea of being touched and then shut down the second you did.
It made you feel fucking insane.
So you gave up. Mostly. You still touched yourself when you needed toβwhen it built up too much and made your thighs ache. But it wasnβt about cumming anymore. It was maintenance. A reset button. A pressure valve. You did it in the dark, quietly, quickly, just to shut your body up.
You didnβt even think about pleasure anymore.
You didnβt dare.
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EvieβHeejoo, but you only ever called her that when you wanted to piss her offβwas your best friend in the world. Ride-or-die since ninth grade, bonded over a shared hatred of your chem teacher and the fact that neither of you fit into your schoolβs carefully manicured social circles.
Where you were sharp and quick with your mouth, she was soft-spoken and wide-eyed, just sweet enough to disarm anyone who got too close. You balanced each other out. She calmed your storm. You stirred hers.
You were over at her house so often it barely felt like visiting anymore. You knew the code to their garage door. You had your own toothbrush in her bathroom. Her mom kept your favorite cereal in the pantry like clockwork. You even had a drawer in her room, mostly old hoodies and stolen pajama shorts that smelled like her perfume.
It wasnβt unusual for you to spend the weekend there, or three nights in a row, or an entire spring break. Her parents didnβt mind. They liked knowing where you both wereβliked having an extra body in the house, even if they never said it out loud.
And then there was Heeseung.
Her older brother. Four years up. Barely a presence.
When you were younger, he was just the older guy who sulked in his room and stole her chargers. Sometimes heβd give you a ride when Evie asked, sometimes heβd walk past you in the kitchen and grunt a greeting, but that was about it. He was there, and then he wasnβtβoff to college, off to god knows where, vanishing from your life as quickly as heβd drifted through it.
You had a tiny crush on him once, freshman year. The kind that sparked quick and stupid, fed by his lazy smirk and the way he wore his backwards cap while fixing his car in the driveway. It died fastβsuffocated by time and distance and his complete disinterest in acknowledging your existence beyond a nod or a side-eye.
By the time he moved back home post-grad, you barely noticed. He was older now, busier, always in his room with the door closed, voice low behind it, like he was on constant phone calls or late-night games or⦠something.
You didnβt think about him much. He was just Evieβs brother. Part of the background. White noise.
Your focus was always Evie.
She was the one who held your hair when you puked. The one who lent you a dress before every shitty date. The one who knocked on the bathroom door when you were taking too long and said, βYou better not be edge-cumming again, bitch,β like it was the most normal sentence in the world.
She talked about sex like it was just part of the air. Blunt. Effortless. She could make herself cum in three minutes flat. She said it with confidence, like breathing.
You hated how easily it came to her. You loved her anyway.
You always felt safe in her house. Safe in her bed, tangled up under a shared blanket, legs overlapping like twins born too far apart. Her room smelled like vanilla and lip gloss and safety. It felt like yours.
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The house settled around you like it always didβquiet, gentle, familiar in a way that made your muscles loosen and your brain drift. Even the silence felt padded here. The hum of the fridge downstairs, the occasional pop of cooling pipes, the subtle click of the thermostat shiftingβbackground noise youβd grown so used to, it almost felt like home.
Evie was out cold beside you, one arm thrown carelessly across your stomach, her breath hot against your ribs. She always slept fast after wine. She always slept on you, tooβlike her body never quite understood boundaries even after all these years. You didnβt mind. It was comforting, the weight of her. Like a grounding wire for the anxious, electric static building low in your belly.
Sleep wasnβt coming for you, though.
Youβd been lying there in the dark for the better part of an hour, phone dimmed to nearly unreadable brightness, eyes burning from the glow. Nothing on your feed caught your attention. Youβd scrolled past the same content three times already, thumb swiping out of pure muscle memory.
Something restless twisted beneath your skin, persistent and irritating. Not quite horniness, not quite insomniaβjust that same pulsing tension that had been sitting heavy between your legs all night. Like your body was trying to tell you something without using words. You shifted under the blanket, trying not to disturb Evie, thighs pressing tighter together to relieve the dull ache. It only made it worse.
The urge to do something about it had been growing for hours.
Youβd thought about sneaking off to the bathroom. Youβd done it beforeβquiet, quick, businesslike. Just enough friction to take the edge off before falling asleep, still unsatisfied but too tired to care. The idea barely tempted you anymore. You already knew how it would end: the usual mess of spit-slick fingers, your clit swollen and sore, pussy wet and pulsing and still refusing to give you anything real.
Just the thought of trying again made you clench your jaw.
It was pathetic, the way your body teased you. Wet for no reason. Needy without payout. Over and over again, like clockwork. Like punishment.
You turned your phone off with a quiet sigh and let the screen go black.
For a moment, all you could hear was the creak of the floorboards expanding under the weight of a settling house. A branch tapping against the window. The subtle drag of Evieβs breathing. You stared at the ceiling, tired but tense, willing yourself to shut down the frustration building behind your ribs.
A manβs voice, deep and casual, barely audible through the cracked bedroom doors. Not enough to make out words. Not yet. Just the soft cadence of speech, rising and falling like a secret being shared too close to the edge of the world.
Heeseungβs door was open. Or cracked. Just enough to let a sliver of sound spill out. You hadnβt even realized he was home tonight.
Your body stilled, like it always did when you felt watchedβexcept this time, you were the one doing the watching. Listening, technically. Just barely.
There was a pause, then a laugh. Not his. Another voice. Someone else. Male. Maybe one of his friends from school, the ones who came and went without warning. You couldnβt place the sound, and you didnβt care.
Your focus sharpened the second Heeseung spoke again.
βItβs not that hard. Girls make it harder than it is."
βIf sheβs not cumming, sheβs not listening to her pussy.β
The sentence dropped like a stone in the middle of your chest.
Not whispered. Not dirty. Just⦠stated. Like a law. Like fact.
Your fingers flexed unconsciously against the blanket. Heat flushed your neck and settled low in your belly, familiar and unwelcome. You didnβt move. Couldnβt.
There was something about the way he said it. Not performative. Not like he was trying to sound cool. Just calm. Confident. Like the kind of guy who got women off without effort and never thought twice about why.
Every hair on your arm lifted. He didnβt stop there.
βAnd if she wonβt listenβ¦Iβll make her.β
No laughter followed that. No teasing. Just a quiet moment where it hung in the air, unchallenged.
You lay frozen in the dark, heart thudding, mouth slightly open. Your legs ached under the blanket, thighs tense and pressed together. You werenβt just turned onβyou were caught. Cornered by something you werenβt supposed to hear and couldnβt let go of.
Something clicked. Not like a revelation, not some dramatic internal monologue, justβ¦ a shift. A tilt in the floor beneath your feet. A door opening in a room you didnβt realize you were trapped in.
You didnβt even know what you wanted in that moment.
But for the first time in your life, you wonderedβreally wonderedβwhat your body would feel like under instructions that werenβt your own.
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You tried not to think about it for the rest of the day. Swore you wouldnβt spiral.
You kept the overheard words tucked somewhere tight in your chest, smothered under fake laughter and half-listened stories while Evie walked you through her latest dating app disasters. You made it through brunch, through an entire Target run, through two face masks and one trashy Netflix documentaryβand you almost convinced yourself you were over it.
But when the house quieted again that nightβwhen Evie fell asleep curled up on the far side of the bed with her arm draped over a pillow instead of youβyou gave in.
You waited a while. Just in case she wasnβt fully out. The kind of sleep that could crack open with the creak of floorboards.
And when her breathing evened out, soft and deep and oblivious, you slid out from under the blanket, grabbed your phone, and slipped into the hallway.
The bathroom door closed with a soft click behind you.
You didnβt turn the light on right away. Just stood there for a second in the dark, breathing.
The air was cooler here. The tiles cold against your feet. The smell of Evieβs shampoo still clung to the roomβvanilla and something floral, sticky-sweet. You stared at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, barely visible in the silver sliver of hallway light. Your face looked flushed. Too open. Like something had already been peeled back.
You sat on the closed toilet lid, tugged your hoodie over your thighs, and pulled your phone into your lap.
No buildup. No browsing. You knew what you were looking for.
The video you always came back to. The closest thing youβd ever found to what worked. A deep voice. Slow instructions. Just audioβnothing to watch, nothing to focus on but sound.
It wasnβt him, but it didnβt have to be. Not yet.
Your underwear stuck to the heat between your thighs as you slid it down. Still wet from the tension that had been building since that morning. From the second you saw Heeseung in the kitchen and felt your legs press together automatically.
The wetness shouldβve been a good sign.
But you already knew how this would go.
You played the video. Turned the volume down low. Closed your eyes.
Your fingers found your clit easily. Rubbed gentle circles, the way the voice said. You tried to breathe through it, tried to slow down, to listen.
There was too much pressure too soon. Your skin twitched with every touch. The angle was wrong. The rhythm never quite synced. Your body jerked between feeling almost there and feeling absolutely nothing.
You tried harder.
Tried picturing somethingβsomeone. His voice. His mouth. The way he looked at you this morning like you werenβt just Evieβs friend, like he saw something else.
That made your fingers move faster. Your hips twitch up from the seat, trying to find somethingβanythingβthat would tip you over.
But it never came.
Just heat. Just sweat. Just the same stinging tension in your thighs and the wave that built up, crested, and refused to break.
Your hand dropped. Your chest heaved with a breath that sounded too much like a sob.
You sat there for a full minute in silence, pussy swollen, twitching, soaking your handβand still nothing. You hadnβt cum. Not even close.
Not even fucking close.
Your palm dragged across your inner thigh as you reached for toilet paper, the wet slick of your own arousal catching against your skin, obscene and bitter and useless. You wiped your hand clean, flushed, washed it under the tap in a daze.
Your reflection stared back at you in the mirror, flushed cheeks, wild eyes, bottom lip bitten raw.
This wasnβt working.
You couldnβt do this by yourself. Not anymore.
The shame didnβt even hit you until you opened the door, stepped back into the hall, and looked toward Heeseungβs room.
You didnβt remember walking from the bathroom to his door. Not really. Your body moved on instinct, fingers still damp with failure, breath shallow and uneven like youβd been runningβnot down a hallway, but in circles inside your own skin. Everything felt hot and wrong, like you were standing too close to something dangerous and still leaning closer.
The light from under his door was soft, pale blue. The kind of glow that came from a computer screen and sleepless hours. It made the hallway feel colder. Your skin felt clammy beneath your hoodie, thighs still tacky with your own arousal, pulse thudding hard behind your ears. You didnβt even try to calm yourself before raising your hand. There wasnβt enough time. There wasnβt enough anything left.
You knocked.
Soft, quick. Regretted it immediately.
Nothing.
The silence on the other side stretched just long enough to make you feel stupid. You shouldβve gone back to Evieβs room. Shouldβve locked the bathroom door and buried your face in your hands like you always did. Shouldβve swallowed the shame and left it to rot where it always did: at the bottom of your throat.
Your hand was already dropping when the doorknob turned.
Heeseung opened the door halfway, leaning into the frame, and for a second you couldnβt speak. You werenβt expecting him to look like thatβhoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms, collar askew, hair a damp mess like heβd run his hands through it one too many times. His sweatshorts hung low on his hips, legs bare, skin flushed warm like heβd just come out of the showerβ¦ or just come. You had no way of knowing which. And it made your brain short-circuit either way.
He didnβt look surprised to see you. Just confused.
His eyes dragged down your body with a slow kind of calculation, and you swore you saw the moment they caught on the way your thighs were pressed together, your bare legs twitching under the hem of your hoodie. The way your breath hitched in your throat. The way your fingersβstill wet, still tremblingβcurled tighter at your side.
He blinked once, brows pulling in slightly.
βYou good?β
The question was simple, quiet. But it hit like an echo in a room with no furniture. You were not good. Not even close.
Your voice came out before you could soften it. Flat, direct. βDo you have a girlfriend?β
He blinked again. Caught off guard this time.
ββ¦What?β
βI just need to know,β you said quickly, words tumbling over each other. βBefore I say anything. It matters.β
He stared at you for a beat, mouth twitching like he wasnβt sure if he should be amused or suspicious.
βNo. I donβt.β
You exhaled like someone had untied a knot inside your chest.
βFuck.β
His eyes narrowed slightly. βWhat?β
βIf you said yes,β you muttered, eyes darting to the floor, βI wouldβve had an excuse not to ask you.β
That made him pause.
He shifted his weight, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned into the doorframe like he was settling in. His voice was a little lower when he asked, βAsk me what?β
Your whole body burned. There was no easy way to say it. No casual phrasing. No safe distance between you and the truth anymore. You didnβt have the energy to dance around it.
βYou said something last night,β you started, forcing yourself to look at him. βAbout girls who canβt finish. About how theyβre not listening to their bodies.β
He watched you carefully. No expression, just the slow, measured study of a man waiting for the rest.
βI heard it,β you added. βBy accident. But itβs been stuck in my head. And I thoughtβI donβt know, I thought maybe you were right.β
Still nothing. Just his gaze crawling over your face, down to your knees, like he was trying to see where this was going before letting himself speak.
You swallowed, the taste of failure still thick in your throat. βI tried again tonight. Bathroom. Just now. Iβve been trying for years, and itβs always the same. Nothing works. I canβt finish. I touch myself, and it justβgoes nowhere.β
Your cheeks burned. You didnβt even know why you were telling him all this. You barely knew the guy. The last time youβd had a real conversation was probably three birthdays ago when he offered you a ride and you said no because he smelled like weed and fuckboy cologne.
But here you were. Standing in front of him like some half-dressed, sweat-slick confession, spilling everything.
And he still hadnβt said a word.
Your next breath shook as it left you.
βI donβt want you to touch me,β you said, quieter now. βI just want to askβ¦ if youβd tell me what to do.β
That got something out of him. A small breath through his nose, not quite a laugh, not quite disbelief. His eyes droppedβlower this timeβto your legs again, to the edge of your hoodie, to the bare skin flushed and prickling under the hallway air.
He nodded once toward you, chin tilting. βYour handβs still wet.β
You froze.
His voice was low, unreadable. βYou tried that hard, huh?β
You didnβt answer. You couldnβt.
He stepped back.
Just a few inches. Just enough to open the door wider. The light from inside poured out around him, cool and soft and full of static.
He held your gaze.
Β βCome in. Close the door behind you.β
The door shuts with a soft click behind you, and just like that, the house disappears. Evieβs room, the hallway, your entire carefully contained worldβit all drops away. Thereβs only the low glow of his monitor casting pale blue light across the carpet and the quiet hum of something electric in the corner, like the room itself is holding its breath.
You hover near the door for a second, not sure what to do with your hands, your legs, your shame.
Heeseungβs already sitting, legs wide in his desk chair, turned toward you like he was waiting the whole night for this. He shifts, pushes himself up slightly, and drags the chair forwardβlazily, unbotheredβuntil it sits right in front of the bed. Close enough that if you spread your legs, heβd have a front-row seat.
Then he flips the chair around, straddling it backwards like some cocky delinquent in detention, arms crossed over the backrest, chin resting casually on top. His expression doesnβt change. He just watches you.
βGo ahead,β he says, voice calm and low, like this is just another Tuesday night. βSit.β
You make your way to the bed, legs tense, breath shallow, and perch at the edge like it might bite. Your thighs clench on instinct, hoodie pulled low, trying to shield what you already know heβs seen. Youβre still warm from the bathroom. Still soaked. Still aching.
His eyes drift down. Slow. Lazy. No shame.
You fidget.
Heeseung doesnβt move. βDonβt get shy on me now. You came in here asking for a masturbation lesson, not a bedtime story.β
Your lips twitch. You almost laugh. Almost.
He lifts his chin. βTell me what you usually do.β
The question lands harder than it should. Not because itβs dirty, but because itβs so simple.
You blink. βLikeβ¦ where I touch?β
βYeah.β
You hesitate. βI usually just go straight to my clit.β
βFigures.β He doesnβt miss a beat. βAnd then what? Rub the fuck out of it βtil it gets sore and wonder why it doesnβt work?β
Your mouth falls open in a small gasp. βExcuse me?β
He shrugs one shoulder, unbothered. βDonβt take it personal. Thatβs what most girls do. Itβs not your fault you think the goal is speed over sense.β
You donβt respond, but your silence is answer enough.
He leans in a little, forearms resting on the chair back, gaze glued to your bare thighs. Thereβs no hunger in itβnot yet. Just observation. Like heβs assessing you.
βIf your pussy had a voice,β he says smoothly, βsheβd be screaming at you to chill the fuck out.β
Youβre quiet for a long second. Because the worst part isβ¦ heβs not wrong.
He watches you squirm, and something like amusement passes over his features. Not cruel, but smug.
βTake your time,β he says, gentler now. βYou rush her, she locks up. Doesnβt matter how wet you are.β
ββ¦She?β you murmur, lifting a brow.
Heeseung shrugs again, like itβs obvious. βYeah. She.β His eyes flick to yours. βYou donβt gotta name her or write poetry about her, but you should probably stop treating her like a vending machine.β
Your laugh breaks before you can stop it. Quick and sharp, nerves bleeding out of your throat. βYouβre so annoying.β
βAnd yet, youβre still here,β he says with a smirk, eyes dark. βGo on. Show me how you start.β
Everything tightens. You feel the weight of his voice low in your belly.
You donβt move right away.
He raises a brow. βYou said you didnβt want me to touch you. Thatβs cool. But I need to see what youβre doing wrong.β
Your breath hitches.
Your hand moves on instinctβslow, shakyβand dips beneath the hem of your hoodie, then under the band of your panties. Youβre already wet. Embarrassingly wet. And when your fingers graze over your clit, you flinch. Itβs too sensitive. Too much. Your hips jerk a little, and you pretend not to notice the way his eyes follow the motion.
You rub. Once. Twice. Itβs not bad. Itβs what you always do.
But stillβnothing clicks.
Heeseung tilts his head. βYouβre too stiff.β
βIβm nervous,β you admit quietly.
βDonβt be.β His voice drops half an octave. βYou look hot.β
The way he says itβit doesnβt sound like a compliment. Just a fact. Like heβs telling you what time it is. Like your soaked fingers and clenched thighs are something heβs been picturing all night.
βYouβre thinking too much,β he adds. βTrying to force it instead of feel it.β
Your hand stills.
He leans forward slightly, his voice quieter now, more intimate. βTry this. Press your hand flat. Just hold her. No rubbing. No tapping. Justβ¦ feel her.β
You hesitate, then obey.
The flat of your hand settles between your legs, heat blooming up your arm from the contact. Your whole body clenches around it.
βFeel that?β
You nod. Barely.
βThatβs what she likes,β he murmurs. βYouβve been poking at her like sheβs a fucking keyboard. No wonder sheβs not putting out.β
You let out a breathy laughβhalf scandalized, half aroused. βYouβre unbelievable.β
βAnd youβre soaking through your panties,β he says, deadpan.
Your breath catches. Heeseung doesnβt laugh. Doesnβt look away.
He sits there like heβs got all the time in the world. Like heβs doing you a favor. Like heβs enjoying this. Youβre not even sure heβs hard yetβbut he will be. You can feel it building. Between you. In you.
He lets the moment hang.
Then: βNowβslow circles. Donβt speed up unless she tells you to.β
βShe doesnβt talk,β you whisper, teasing without confidence.
His gaze is heavy. Steady.
βShe does,β he says, voice like heat sliding under your skin. βYou just havenβt been listening.β
The room feels hotter now.
Not just the airβyour skin, your mouth, your thighs. Sweat clings to the backs of your knees, damp beneath the bunched-up hoodie, and your panties are so wet theyβre practically glued to one thigh. Your hips keep twitching without your permission, rolling up slightly with every pass of your fingers. Itβs not graceful. Itβs not some porn fantasy. Itβs messy and uneven and real, and Heeseung is watching every second of it like itβs the only thing worth watching.
You keep thinking you should feel embarrassed. Ashamed. Youβre spread open on his bed, hand stuffed between your legs, whining softly every time you stroke a little too hard and have to ease back againβbut youβre too far gone now to stop. Your cheeks are flushed, lashes wet, lips parted, and you canβt look away from him.
He hasnβt blinked once.
Heeseung is still straddling the backward chair, elbows resting on the top, chin on one hand like this is casual. Normal. Like youβre just some half-naked girl jerking off in front of him for practice and heβs your substitute teacher for the night.
The only thing thatβs changed is his posture.
His knees are spread wider than before. His forearms are tense. One hand grips the edge of the chair a little tighter every time your body jerks, and you donβt miss the way his jaw flexes every time your breath stutters or your voice cracks.
Youβre doing this to him.
But not enough.
Not enough to make it stop hurting. Not enough to make the ache go away. Not enough to finish.
Youβre trying. God, youβre trying.
Your fingers rub in slow circles, not too fast now. Youβre listening. You are. But your body keeps tensing at the edge, like itβs scared to fall off the cliff itβs been building for years. Your handβs cramping. Your clit throbs. Your stomach clenches like youβre closeβand then it dips, again and again.
Itβs good. So good.
But itβs not enough.
You choke on a frustrated sound, somewhere between a sob and a moan, and your free hand fists the blanket beneath you like itβs the only thing keeping you grounded.
Heeseung speaks, finally, voice low and steady. βStill rushing her.β
βIβm not,β you whisper.
βYou are. I can see it.β
You shake your head, breath stuttering. βIβm not trying toβI swear, Iβmββ You gasp. βItβs justβitβs notββ
You stop. Words catch in your throat. Your hips are rocking now, involuntarily, chasing a sensation that keeps pulling away the second you get close. Your fingers are wet, your pussyβs pulsing, and it still feels like youβre just rubbing up against a wall.
βItβs not enough,β you breathe out, broken. βIβI canβtβfuckβsheβs not listening.β
Heeseung leans forward slightly, something sharp flashing in his eyes.
βOh, sheβs listening,β he says. βYouβre just not talking to her the right way.β
You whimper. βThen tell me what to say.β
That makes his mouth twitchβjust barely. Like heβs been waiting for that.
βTell me what sheβs feeling first.β
βIββ Your voice cracks. βSheβs tight. Warm. I feel herβpulsing. Like she wants something butβsheβs not opening.β
He tilts his head slightly, gaze dark. βShe wants to be filled.β
You nod.
βNo,β he says. βSay it.β
Your chest heaves. Your hand hasnβt stopped moving, rubbing slow, desperate circles around your clit. βShe wants to be filled.β
βSay it like you mean it.β
βShe wants to be fucking filled,β you whine. βSheβs throbbingβsheβs soakingβfuck, I can feel her squeezing nothing.β
Heeseung exhales slowly, eyes flicking down between your legs again.
βThere you go,β he murmurs. βNow sheβs talking.β
Your fingers glide lower, catching more slick and sliding back up. Everythingβs soaked. Youβre dripping down onto the sheets, and your thighs are trembling from the strain of keeping your hips lifted just right.
βShe needs more,β you pant. βSheβs clenchingβsheβs starvingββ
Heeseungβs hand flexes around the edge of the chair again. His voice drops, almost to a growl. βSo feed her.β
You moanβhigh and breathyβand press harder, circling your clit faster now, the way your body wants. Your lips are wet, your fingers slipping, but it doesnβt matter. Everything is slick and hot and alive.
βYouβre soaked,β he mutters, eyes burning into you. βLook at your fucking fingers.β
You do. Itβs obscene. Your hand shines in the light, your fingers coated in slick. You barely recognize your own body like this. Ruined. Responsive.
βSheβs begging,β he says softly. βAnd youβre finally listening.β
You whine, eyes squeezing shut. Your free hand presses against your lower belly, trying to hold the heat in. Your pussy twitches at the pressure.
βSheβs so fucking greedy,β you gasp. βShe wonβt stop pullingβI canβtβI canβt keep upββ
βYou donβt have to,β he says. βShe knows what sheβs doing. Let her take it.β
You donβt even realize how loud youβve gotten until you hear yourself moan againβshameless, cracked open, shaking from the inside out.
Your legs spread wider. Youβre not trying to hide anymore. Not from him. Not from yourself.
Youβre right there.
Youβre going to break.
Heβs just watching. Like itβs his favorite thing heβs ever seen.
Youβre right on the edge, and this time itβs not teasing.
Itβs sharp. Fast. Inevitable.
Your legs are trembling now, hips jerking with every motion, and your fingers are soakedβslipping against your clit, coating your inner thighs, dripping down the crease of your ass like your bodyβs trying to fuck itself open. Every stroke sends another wave of tension through you, and thereβs no holding it anymore. Your body is begging. Your pussyβs leaking, twitching, clenching around nothingβand Heeseung watches like itβs the most natural thing in the world.
You donβt even realize youβre moaning until you hear it echo back at you in the small room. High-pitched. Desperate. Wet.
The sound of your pussy is louder now too. Sticky and obscene, each rub slicker than the last. You can hear it every time you roll your hips into your palm.
Heeseung doesnβt say a word for a second too long.
You lift your head, eyes glazed over, panting.
His eyes are darker now. Half-lidded. Focused on your pussy like heβs reading it better than your face.
He shifts in his chair. Spreads his knees wider. His hand dips into the front of his sweatshorts, slow and casual, like he canβt ignore it anymore. You catch a glimpse of his fingers wrapping around himselfβand your breath catches so hard your vision blurs.
Heβs so hard.
His voice comes out deeper. Filthy. Measured like itβs the only thing anchoring him in the room.
βLook at that messy little cunt.β
Your body jerks at the word. Youβve never heard it said like that. Never felt it hit like that.
Heeseung strokes himself once, slow and firm under the fabric.
βSheβs drooling all over your fingers. So fucking hungry. Bet sheβs never been this loud for you before.β
βShe hasnβt,β you breathe. βShe neverβshe neverββ
βYouβve been starving her,β he says, still jerking himself lazily. βTouching her like sheβs a problem instead of a fucking meal.β
Your hand speeds up, and he sees it. Hears the slap of slick. Youβre humping into your fingers now, sloppy and desperate and so close you could scream.
Heeseung leans forward, one elbow braced against the back of the chair.
βYou wanna cum, baby?β
You nod frantically, but itβs not enough.
βUse your words.β
Your voice comes out cracked. βYes. PleaseβI wanna cumβI need itββ
βNeed what?β he pushes.
βI need her to fucking break,β you sob. βSheβs clenchingβsheβs beggingβshe needs to cum, she needs itββ
βThen let her,β he growls. βDonβt fucking hold it. Let her make a mess.β
You whimper, fingers frantic, back arching off the bed.
And thatβs when he says itβlow and hot and foul.
βLet her fuck your fingers, slut.β
You snap.
Your body locks up, then shatters. You cum so hard your legs shake, hips jerking forward, thighs squeezing around your own hand as your pussy gushes over your fingers in sticky, messy waves. The moan that rips from your throat is broken, cracked, half-wet from tears.
It doesnβt hit you right away.
At first, thereβs just white. Blinding. A full-body seizure of pleasure as your cunt clenches around nothing, soaking your own fingers, mouth open in a moan that doesnβt even sound like you.
It crashes over you fast. Wet. Messy.
You cum harder than you ever have in your lifeβharder than you thought was even possibleβand your body just keeps going, hips jerking, slick dripping past your knuckles, your voice cracking on every gasp.
Heeseung is still there.
You know he is. You can feel his eyes on you, feel his breath in the space between your bodies, but you canβt look at him. Not right now. Not like this.
And then it fades.
That warm, bright static in your brain flickers out. Your thighs twitch. Your hand finally drops, fingers soaked, wrist aching, clit too sensitive to touch again.
Whatβs left is the sound of your breathing. The slick, wet mess beneath your hips. The embarrassment flooding in all at once like a second wave.
Reality slams back into you hard.
Youβre laid out across his bedβsweaty, flushed, thighs spread wide and soaked all the way down to the crease of your ass. Your pussyβs still twitching, swollen and glistening, your panties bunched at one knee, hoodie halfway pushed up your stomach.
Your fingers shine in the low light. Still wet. Still shaking.
You sit up fast, panic sweeping over your skin like ice water. βShitβfuck.β
Your hand fumbles to pull your hoodie down, yanking it over your thighs, shoving your panties back into place even though theyβre absolutely soaked through. The fabric clings wetly to your pussy and only makes the mess feel worse.
Heeseung hasnβt moved.
Still in the chair. Still one hand inside his shorts. He looks completely unbothered. Calm. Like you didnβt just cum your entire soul out in front of him.
You canβt meet his eyes.
He watches you fuss with the hem of your hoodie, your hands still trembling slightly as you try to make yourself look decent.
βDidnβt say stop,β he says mildly.
You glare at him, cheeks burning. βI came. Pretty sure thatβs the goal, right?β
He shrugs one shoulder. βJust surprised youβre acting all shy now. That pussy was practically talking thirty seconds ago.β
βJesusββ you squeeze your eyes shut, bury your face in your hands.
Heeseung grins. Not mean. Not mocking. Just amused.
βYou do realize how loud you were, right?β he adds. βI thought the bed was gonna snap in half.β
βPlease stop talking,β you groan, voice muffled.
βYou were crying,β he says like itβs a compliment, hand still lazily palming himself under his shorts. βThat shit was beautiful.β
You peek at him through your fingers. Heβs still hard. Still watching you with that same steady calm, like this is fine. Like this is normal.
He doesnβt even seem fazed.
That somehow makes the ache between your legs flare again. Weak, overstimulated, but greedy.
You clear your throat. βI didnβt realize Iβum. That I couldβ¦ do that.β
He raises an eyebrow. βCum?β
You shoot him a look.
Heeseung laughs, finally letting go of himself. βYouβve been fighting her for years. All I did was give you directions.β
You tuck your knees up into your chest, arms wrapped around them. You feel like you just stripped naked in front of someone who stayed fully clothedβand now heβs just lounging there like you didnβt just show him the most private part of yourself.
You sit in that awkward silence for a few seconds longer.
Heeseung stretches, chair creaking slightly. βSo,β he says, tone casual. βLesson two tomorrow?β
You blink.
ββ¦Thereβs a second lesson?β
He smiles slow, eyes dropping to your thighs again. βYou think sheβs done learning?β
Your pussy twitches beneath your soaked panties.
-
Your legs are still weak from the first night when you leave.
Just a few days back home. Just a quick visit. You didnβt think it would matterβbut the second you cross the county line, your pussy starts aching like she knows sheβs been abandoned. Like she misses his voice already.
You think about texting him before you even unpack your overnight bag.
Β It starts that fastβbarely through the front door, barely through dinner with your parents, barely through pretending to care about someoneβs new side hustle or whatever cousin just had a baby, and already your mind is slipping.Β
Already youβre restless. Already your body feels too awake. You can still feel the slick sticking to the inside of your thighs from last night, from the way he sat in that chair like he was doing you a favor while you touched yourself for the first time like it meant something. It hasnβt gone away. The ache stayed with you.Β
That trembling throb between your legs that didnβt fade after one orgasmβor twoβor three. And now, here you are. Sitting in your childhood bedroom like you didnβt just learn how to listen to your pussy in someone elseβs bed with someone elseβs voice in your ear.
You last all of twelve hours. Maybe thirteen if you count sleep, but thatβs cheating. You keep checking your phone like a freak. Not even for a messageβjust to see his name.
Β You scroll through the notifications like maybe heβll magically show up. You open his contact. Stare at the little circle icon. You type a text. Delete it.Β
Type again. Delete. Pace the room. Pull your hair up. Let it fall. Lie on the bed. Toss the blanket off. Roll onto your stomach, then your back, then sit up again because your bodyβs too hot and your thoughts wonβt stop dragging back to the sound of his voice saying βGood girl. Sheβs listening now.β
You try to distract yourself. Put music on. Stare at the ceiling. Scroll through reels. But the tension is building and itβs not casual. Itβs deep. Itβs mean.Β
Like your pussyβs crawling up your spine and whispering call him over and over again. And finally, like a fucking addict, you give in.
You donβt try to be subtle. Your fingers tremble as you type the messageββCan I call you?ββand hit send before you can regret it. Your breath catches in your throat. Heart pounding. Shame twisting in your gut like youβve already crossed a line and he hasnβt even replied. But then your phone buzzes. Two texts in a row. You click without thinking.
No. Iβll call you.
Speaker on. Hands ready. Nothing else.
You donβt even get a second to prepare. The call comes in instantly, and you fumble to answer it, press speaker, toss the phone onto your pillow and sit back, legs shaking under your blanket. Youβre wearing nothing but a big t-shirtβno bra, no panties. Like your body already knew what was coming.
His voice is in your ear the second the line connects.
Low. Thick. Wrecked.
βYou waited all day just to fuck yourself to my voice, didnβt you?β
The sound alone makes your thighs clamp together. You canβt answer. You donβt know what to say. You feel called out, ruined, exposed, and he hasnβt even seen you.
βYouβre pathetic,β he breathes, and itβs not cruelβitβs reverent. Like heβs turned on by the depth of your desperation. βYou left for less than twenty-four hours and sheβs already starving.β
Your breath comes out shaky. βShe hasnβt shut up.β
βI bet. That little pussyβs been crying for attention, hasnβt she? Soaking your panties, throbbing for no reason. Did you even try to touch her?β
Your hand slides down your stomach. Shame floods your chest. βI tried last night.β
βAnd?β
Your fingers drift over your mound, soft and slow.
ββ¦Didnβt work.β
βOf course it didnβt.β He doesnβt miss a beat. βBecause sheβs not trained to your fingers. Sheβs trained to my voice.β
You nearly choke.
βTake the blanket off.β
You do.
βT-shirt stays. I want you messy under it. Like a filthy little secret.β
You obey, chest rising. The air hits your bare skin and your nipples pebble instantly under the thin cotton. You slide your hand under the hem and find yourself dripping alreadyβyour folds slippery and warm, your clit throbbing at the first brush.
βFuck. Youβre already wet.β
You donβt answer.
βDonβt ignore me. Say it.β
You whimper. βIβm wet.β
βWhere?β
Your hand slides lower. βEverywhere.β
βLet me hear it.β
You drag your fingers through your folds, then lift them to the mic.
Squish. Slick. Wet.
βJesus Christ,β he breathes. βSheβs fucking leaking for me.β
βShe wonβt stop,β you pant. βSheβs been clenchingβsheβs needy. I canβtβI canβt even think straight.β
βShe doesnβt need you to think. She needs you to listen.β
You nod like he can see you.
βYou touching your clit yet?β
βNo,β you whisper. βJust teasing.β
βDonβt tease her. Feed her.β
You obey. Your fingers find your clit and press slow, warm circles into the swollen skin. Your hips twitch immediately. Your body jolts with relief. Like itβs been waiting for this.
βFuck. Thatβs it. Let her roll her hips. Let her grind on your fingers.β
You do.
And you moan. Loud. Wet. Pathetic.
βYou sound like youβre crying.β
βI might be,β you choke out. βIβmβIβve been on edge all day. Sheβs screamingββ
βThen shut her up.β
Your fingers move faster. Your breath turns ragged. The slick is everywhere nowβcoating your palm, sliding down your ass, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can hear itβslap, slap, slapβand you know he can too.
βGod, listen to her,β he says. βSheβs fucking talking again. Slapping wet, loud as hell, crying to be filled.β
Your thighs start to shake.
βDonβt you dare stop.β
βHeeseungβfuck, Iβm closeββ
βShe wants to cum. So let her.β
You cum hard, back arching, legs tensed, voice cracking open around a sob as your pussy convulses around nothingβjust your fingers, just your shame, just his voice dragging it out of you with nothing but command.
βAgain,β he growls. βDonβt you dare take your hand off her. You begged for this. You waited all fucking day for it.β
You keep going. Because you canβt stop. Because this is his now.
-
You donβt get a break.
Heeseung doesnβt let you.
After that first callβthe one where you came so hard you swore you saw starsβyou thought maybe the tension would ease up. Maybe youβd get to breathe. But you donβt. Because the second you wake up the next morning, thereβs already a text waiting for you.
Morning. She hungry?
Your pussy clenches on reflex.
You bite your lip, cheeks flushing under the covers.
Yes.
His reply is instant.
Good. edge yourself until youβre shaking. No cumming. No cheating. Youβll send me a pic of your fingers when youβre done.
Thatβs it. No teasing. No sweet talk. Just commands. Direct. Cruel. And of courseβyou obey.
You finger yourself that morning with shaking hands, grinding into your palm in the silence of your old bedroom with one hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. You stop just short of release three times. Your panties are soaked. The sheets beneath you are ruined.
You send the photo.
Two slick fingers, gleaming. One droplet hanging from your wrist like a taunt.
He doesnβt reply until hours later.
Beautiful. Donβt clean her up. Let her stick to your skin. I want her to haunt you all day.
Thatβs how it starts.
Sometimes itβs a call. Sometimes itβs just a photo prompt. Sometimes itβs voice notesβlow, slow, whispered filth that you replay in the bathroom on full volume with your thighs clenched so tight you can barely breathe.
Another day: make a mess on your favorite pair of panties. Send proof. Donβt wash them. Fold them and put them in your drawer like a secret. Like she remembers.
When you canβt callβfamily dinners, company in the house, a wedding eventβhe doesnβt complain. He just adapts.
He sends you three voice notes in a row, each one filthier than the last.
βAre you wearing panties right now?β
βSheβs wet just from this, isnβt she?β
βPut your phone between your legs. Let my voice buzz against her while you grind.β
You do. In the middle of the day. On the edge of your childhood bed. With the door locked and your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sound of you cumming on command.
Every time you text him, he knows what you need before you say it.
On your knees. Two fingers. Say my name when you finish. Thatβs all.
You cum like a trained animal.
By the end of the fourth day, youβre overstimulated and aching. Your cunt stays warm. Your clit stays swollen. You canβt think straight without hearing his voice. You canβt fall asleep without a pillow between your legs and your phone under your ear, replaying the way he said your name like it tasted good.
He doesnβt let you get comfortable.
I want her ruined by the time you get back. Wet stains on your thighs. Bruised from your own fingers. No excuses. You belong to me now, yeah?
-
Youβre at the dinner table when the text comes in.
Thereβs a bowl of pasta in front of you. Your uncleβs talking about traffic. Your momβs pouring more wine. And your phone buzzes in your lapβone tiny, harmless vibration you almost ignore until you see the name on your lockscreen.
Heeseung.
Your chest tightens immediately. A hot ripple runs down your spine. You unlock it under the table, heart already picking up speed, thighs pressed tight together like thatβs gonna help anything.
You expect a voice note. Maybe an instruction. Instead, itβs just a single message.
Donβt open this here. Iβm serious.
You excuse yourself. Bathroom. You try to walk casually, but your legs feel unstable, like your body knows whatβs coming and is bracing for it. You shut the door. Lock it. Sit down on the closed toilet seat. And then you open the message.
Itβs not a photo. Not a voice note. Just a block of text.
And it destroys you.
I want you dripping. Right now. I want your thighs sticky. I want your pussy hot and twitching and swollen like sheβs just been edged for an hour and sheβs still not allowed to cum. I want her pulsing around nothing. Squeezing air. Leaking like she misses my cock even though sheβs never had it. Thatβs how good I want her trained. That she misses me even though Iβve never fucked her.
I want you to slide your hand into your panties and feel her spit for me. Feel how filthy sheβs gotten just from reading my words. Not even hearing my voice. Just letters on a screen and sheβs frothing like a brainless little thing. I want her throbbing. Sore. Pink. Aching.
I want you to pull your panties to the side and look at what Iβve done to you. How she opens for nothing. How she clenches for nothing. How she cries, fucking cries, when she doesnβt get touched. I want her messy. Slutty. Wet enough to embarrass you. Wet enough you canβt clean it up with one tissue. Wet enough that if someone walked into that bathroom right now, theyβd smell her.
No fingers. Not yet. Just pressure. Palm down. Let her hump. Let her grind. Let her get yourself dirty. She knows what to do. She doesnβt need permission anymore. Youβre gonna leak down your leg just reading this, arenβt you? Sheβs already twitching. Already soaking. She knows what she is now. A thing that exists to be used. To be made wet. To be trained.
You stare at your screen. Eyes wide. Chest heaving.
And you feel itβthat slow, steady drip.
You slide your hand down between your legs and whimper when your fingers meet your pantiesβsoaked through. Hot and sticky, your folds puffy and swollen, everything throbbing with need.
You spread your legs wider. Thereβs no stopping it. You have to.
You push your panties aside, just like he said, and when you look down, your cunt is shining. Slick lips parted, clit swollen and begging, a string of wet clinging between your folds when you breathe too hard.
You cup her with your whole palm and rock once.
You grind again. Harder. The heel of your hand pressing directly on your clit. Your hips move faster, panting now, forehead pressed against your bent knee as your pussy humps your own hand like sheβs starved.
Youβre fucking yourself with no fingers. Just pressure. Just filth. Just his words rotting your brain and your pussy loving it.
You donβt stop until your legs lock, jaw clenched tight to muffle the moan that rips through your throat. Your pussy convulses, grinding down hard, cumming in waves against your own palm until youβre crying silently, thighs soaked, panties a mess, body twitching from the force of it.
When itβs over, youβre wrecked. You sit there in silence. Breathing heavy. Panties still pulled to the side, hand drenched, cunt gaping and twitching like sheβs still looking for him.
You snap a photo.
Not of your face. Just your hand. Soaked. Ruined. Slick covering your wrist, dripping down your knuckles.
You send it. No caption. A minute later, his reply lights up your screen.
Thatβs how sheβs supposed to look. Every day until you get home.
-
You donβt even knock.
You could, but whatβs the point? He told you to come over as soon as you got back. No texts. No warning. Just a short message yesterday night:
You better show up dripping.
And you are.
The shorts you wore are damp at the crotch, your hoodie clinging to the sweat on your lower back. Every shift of your thighs against the car seat on the drive over made you squirm. By the time youβre standing in front of his door, your cunt is throbbing. Empty. Trained. Starving.
He opens it like he already knew you were there.
Barefoot. Hoodie. Nothing underneath.
He stares at you for a second, quiet. His eyes drop to your legs, to the way youβre fidgeting, clenching, trying not to press your thighs together. He doesnβt smile. He doesnβt speak.
Just opens the door wider and lets you in.
You step past him. Silent. Heat prickling under your skin. His presence is loud, even without words. You can feel the pressure building alreadyβyour pussy knows. Sheβs aware. Aware of the air, of the scent of him, of how close he is now after five days of only hearing him through a speaker.
He closes the door behind you. And waits.
You turn to him, hands still curled into your sleeves. βI did everything.β
He lifts a brow. βYeah?β
You nod. Swallow hard. βEvery day.β
Heeseung steps forward slowly. Stops in front of you. His eyes flick down, over your body, like heβs looking for confirmation.
βYou leaking?β
Your breath catches. βYes.β
βProve it.β
Your heart slams against your ribs. But you donβt hesitate.
Your fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and tug them down in one smooth motion. They hit the floor and you step out of them, bare underneath, thighs sticky and glistening. Your hoodie barely covers your hips now. One inch higher and heβd see everything.
He doesnβt touch you.
βShow me,β he says, voice low.
Your breath hitches againβbut you drop to your knees. Not because he asked. Because your body knows what to do now.
You kneel between his feet on the hardwood floor, hands moving to part your thighs so he can see. You pull the hoodie up to your waist and slide two fingers between your foldsβdripping. It spreads so easily. Glossy. Viscous. Your pussy folds open for your own touch like itβs nothing new. Like sheβs been practicing all week.
You keep your eyes on him the whole time.
And when your fingers come back up, soaked and glistening, you hold them out. Heeseung watches you in silence.
Then leans forward, slow and deliberate. He takes your fingers into his mouth and sucksβdeep, slow, tongue curling around them like itβs a reward.
Your hips jerk slightly. Your cunt clenches hard. He pulls off with a wet pop and stares down at you.
βShe tastes trained.β
You nod.
βShe beg yet?β
You exhale. βShe never shut up.β
He clicks his tongue. βYeah?β
Then he grabs your jaw. Fingers firm but not rough, tilting your face up to his.
βYou want her filled?β
You nod again. βPlease.β
βNot yet,β he says. βSheβs not ready.β
βIβm readyβsheβs so ready, Iβve beenββ
βI donβt care what you think. Youβre not here to make decisions. Youβre here to do what I say.β He lets go of your face. βYou wanna get fed? Earn it. Lay down. Show me how she begs.β
You scramble onto the bed.
Flat on your back. Legs spread. Cunt on display. Dripping.
Youβre already on your back, knees drawn up, thighs spread and trembling, cunt pulsing with heat thatβs been building all week. You donβt try to hide it. You canβt. Your pussyβs wet. Loud. Lips glossy and parted, folds flushed and twitching like she knows the moment has finally come. Sheβs been teased. Trained. Denied. Youβve been filling her with fingers and pressure and your own voice, but never this. Never him. And now heβs standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at you like heβs finally ready to eat.
But he doesnβt touch you first.
He picks your shorts up off the floor, turns them inside outβand finds your soaked panties tangled in the legs. He peels them out slowly, sticky with your slick, the thin fabric darkened and clinging to itself. You watch, breath caught, legs still open, burning with shame as he brings them up to his face.
And sniffs.
Deep.
He inhales like itβs a fucking ritual. Eyes half-lidded. Thumb pressing into the crotch to smear the wetness around before dragging it across his lip. His tongue flicks outβtastes it.
βJesus fuck,β he mutters under his breath. βSheβs been marinating in this.β
Your body jolts. Your hands fist the sheets.
βSheβs loud, too.β His voice drops lower. βI havenβt even touched her and sheβs already talking. Look at her. Fucking twitching. Dripping. Spreading herself open like she knows who she belongs to.β
βHeeseungββ You whimper.
βShut up.β
He tosses your panties to the side and climbs onto the bed, slow and smooth, eyes never leaving your cunt. He settles between your legs and just kneels there for a moment. Breathing her in. Hands on your thighs. Pushing them wider. Spreading you so open you can feel the air hit your slick.
Youβre soaked. You know it. You can feel it, the slick sliding down into the dip of your ass, the way your folds part with every breath, your clit poking out, hot and swollen.
He just stares.
βYou fucking trained her like this,β he mutters, almost to himself. βYou really did it. Came like a good little slut every night just to keep her hungry.β
βSheβs starving,β you whisper, voice shaking.
βI can see that.β
His thumbs press into the crease of your thighs, holding you open. His face lowers. Inches away. His breath hits your folds and your hips twitch violently.
He doesnβt lick you.
Not yet.
He just hovers. His nose skims your inner thigh. Then up. Right up the slick slit, dragging his breath across your folds until your body shudders. He breathes her in againβthis time slower. Longer. Right at the source.
βGod,β he mutters. βShe fucking smells like obedience.β
You sob.
And then he spits.
Right on your pussy.
Hot. Heavy. Messy.
It splashes over your clit, drips between your folds, mixes with your slick and makes everything worse.
Your hips roll. You canβt stop it.
βDonβt you fucking move,β he growls. βSheβs getting attention. She better stay still.β
And finallyβfinallyβhis tongue drags up your slit. A long, slow lick from hole to clit that ends with his mouth wrapped around it, sucking hard.
Your hands fly to his hair. Your spine arches off the bed.
But he pins you with one forearm across your stomach and doesnβt stop.
He eats you like a man starved. Like youβve been feeding her for him. Keeping her ready. Keeping her needy. His mouth is everywhereβtongue licking up everything youβve been saving, spit and slick and mess pooling under your ass while he moans into you.
βThatβs it,β he groans against your clit. βLet me taste five fucking days of begging.β
You cry out, thighs clenching.
But he slaps your pussy with his handβsharp, wet, punishing.
βOpen.β
You go limp. You canβt fight it. You donβt want to.
He eats you like itβs personal. Tongue flat. Licking. Circling. Spitting again. Your clitβs too swollen, too sensitive, but he doesnβt care. He mumbles into youβfilth you can barely understand because heβs too focused on devouring.
βSheβs so fucking loud. She wonβt shut up. You hear that?β
You do.
Your pussy makes noise with every lickβsquelching, wet, obscene.
βI didnβt even fuck her yet,β he growls. βAnd sheβs already creaming.β
You try to cum. You try.
But he pulls back just as your thighs start to shake, just as your stomach seizes.
βNope. Sheβs not getting fed all the way until Iβve felt her on my cock.β
You nod frantically, fingers gripping the sheets, desperate.
Heeseung leans back, licking his lips, chin soaked, eyes wild.
βSheβs ready,β he says. βSheβs starving.β
Heβs already got two fingers hooked inside you when he tells you to open your mouth.
Not to kiss him. Not to speak. Just to take it.
He shoves his fingers past your lipsβsoaked in your own slick, the same fingers heβs been curling deep inside your cunt, dragging against that spot that makes your eyes roll back. You gag around them, moaning as the taste floods your tongueβsalty, sour, yours. He pushes them down onto your tongue, presses hard until your spit leaks out around them and drips down your chin.
βSwallow it,β he mutters, eyes locked on your face. βThatβs what obedience tastes like.β
You do. Of course you do.
Because youβd do anything he says.
And he knows it.
He wipes the slick from your lips with his thumb, drags it down your throat, then shifts forwardβkneeling between your trembling thighs, lining himself up with your soaked entrance like heβs been waiting years for this moment.
You stare down at his cock, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip, and your whole body tenses. Youβre already open, already dripping, already fucked dumbβbut none of itβs going to prepare you for this.
βLook at her,β he mutters under his breath, dragging the head of his cock through your folds, smearing pre-cum across your clit. βSheβs fucking begging.β
βShe wants it,β you pant, voice shaking. βPleaseββ
He doesnβt give you time to finish.
He presses inβslow, deep, cruel.
The stretch hits you all at once. Your back arches. Your breath leaves you in a choked gasp, and your pussy clenches hardaround him, sucking him in inch by inch like she never wants to let him go.
βOhhh, fuck,β he groans. βSheβs trained alright.β
You moan. Loud. Desperate. Writhing beneath him as he bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass, his cock buried all the way to the base.
Sheβs full.
Finally fucking full.
Your cunt grips him tight, fluttering around his cock like sheβs been starving for itβand she has. Every inch of him hits something you didnβt know existed. Your body shakes under the pressure. Youβre soaked. Stuffed. Used. And you want more.
βSay it,β he growls. βSay what she is.β
βSheβs yours,β you gasp. βSheβs a holeβyour holeβsheβs been waiting for thisββ
He pulls out halfway, then slams back in.
You scream.
βYouβre goddamn right sheβs mine,β he snarls. βYou trained her just to take my cock.β
You nod frantically, crying now, pleasure too thick in your throat to hold back.
He starts to fuck you in earnestβhard, relentless, loud. Skin slapping skin. His cock slick from your wetness, dragging through every twitch and squeeze, pressing deep, deeper, forcing your body to stay open for him. You feel it in your stomach. Your spine. Your fucking brain.
Every thrust knocks your thoughts loose. And you want to thank him. You want to feel him. You want to taste him.
So you lift your headβtry to kiss him.
You lean up, lips parting, mouth open and begging.
He pulls back.
His hand grabs your throat, presses you flat into the mattress. You gasp, eyes wide, blinking up at him in confusion. He smiles. Cruel. Mocking.
βNo,β he says coldly. βYou donβt deserve to be kissed.β
Your breath shatters.
βKisses are for good girls,β he spits. βYouβre just a trained little hole.β
Your pussy clenches around him so violently he groans.
βThatβs all you are now, isnβt it?β he sneers. βA stupid little cunt that opens on command. You get used, not kissed.β
Tears spill over your cheeks.
And you cum. Just like that.
From the words. From the shame. From the humiliation.
Your pussy spasms around his cock, soaking both of you as you scream into his hand still wrapped around your throat. Your hips jerk. Your vision goes white. But he doesnβt stop.
He fucks you through it, hips pounding, cock punching into your oversensitive cunt like heβs trying to reprogram you from the inside out.
βThatβs it,β he pants. βLet her milk me. Let her show me how much she needed this.β
Youβre sobbing. Gasping. Too wrecked to speak.
βFucking knew it,β he groans. βYou were never gonna be satisfied until you got split open.β
He leans down, mouth right by your ear.
βBut donβt ever reach for a kiss again. Sluts like you donβt get kissed.β
Youβre already limp when he flips you.
Your body gives out so easilyβshoulders pressed into the mattress, arms numb, legs trembling, hips cocked up on instinct the second he yanks you onto your stomach. His hands drag you by the waist like a ragdoll. Like something boneless, brainless, ruined. Your face is buried in the pillow. Your cheek sticks to the fabric. Youβre crying, still, but thereβs no shame left. Just the raw ache of your cunt pulsing around nothingβbecause he pulled out.
You whine, pathetic and wordless, hips rolling back into the air, leaking down your thighs.
βStill hungry?β he mutters behind you.
You nod into the pillow.
βSay it.β
βSheβs empty,β you whimper. βSheβs twitchingβshe wants you back inβsheβs not doneβsheβs never doneββ
You gasp when the head of his cock slides back in. Just the tip.
He doesnβt give you the rest.
You wiggle. Cry. Press your ass back against him and moan when your folds stretch again, split open all over his length.
βYou trained her to take it,β he says. βNow youβre gonna train her to keep it.β
He presses forward.
His cock buries to the hilt in one brutal thrust, and your whole body spasms. Your hands claw at the sheets. Your cunt clenches so violently it forces a sob out of your chest, high-pitched and broken. Youβre still sensitive. Still throbbing from the last orgasm. But he doesnβt care.
He starts fucking you again like he owns you.
The slap of skin echoes in the room, wet and obscene, his cock pounding into your raw pussy like sheβs just a hole to conquer. You donβt even try to move anymore. Your body takes it. Open, obedient, used.
βYou like that?β he pants. βYou like being my little fucktoy?β
βYeah, you do. Youβre trained now. A good little cocksleeve who comes when sheβs told. Cries when sheβs full. Cums from being humiliated.β
βI do,β you choke out. βIβm yoursβIβm your toyβjust your fucktoyβuse meβuse herββ
βThatβs it,β he growls. βThatβs what she wanted, isnβt it? Not kindness. Not kisses. Just cock. Just someone to shove it in and remind her sheβs nothing but a messy, wet little pussy.β
He thrusts harder. You scream into the sheets.
βSheβs so loud,β he snarls. βSo fucking wet. Sheβs gushing. Every time I pull out she cries.β
You donβt even recognize your own voice when you cum again.
Itβs raw. Ugly. Loud.
You screamβclawing at the sheets, nails ripping fabric, your body wracked with spasms as you squirt all over his cock, wet exploding out of you in waves, soaking the bed, your stomach, your thighs. You canβt stop it. You donβt want to.
He fucks you through itβharder.
βLet her break,β he growls. βLet her fucking split.β
And when your body finally collapses, hips falling, spine trembling, Heeseung doesnβt even slow down.
He grabs your hips, hauls you up, and drives in deep one more timeβand stays there. His cock pulses inside you. Thick. Hot. Flooding you.
You feel it. You feel his cum shoot deep, thick ropes filling your already ruined pussy until your belly aches with it.
He stays inside. Keeps you cockwarmed, plugged full, hands rubbing down your spine like this is the aftercare.
Not words. Not love. Just being kept full. Like you should be.
You barely breathe. Your eyes are glassy. Your mouthβs open. You feel him lean over you. Feel the slow drag of his lips against your ear.
βYouβre not starved anymore,β he whispers. βSheβs fed now. Finally.β
You nod. Barely. Weak. Fucked out. His cock twitches.
βSheβs still twitching,β he murmurs. βShe wants to sleep like this.β
-
You wake up to the burn in your thighs.
The stretch. The ache. That slick-dried, too-sensitive sting between your legs from being filled for hours without a break. Your skinβs flushed. Clammy. You shift slightly under the covers, still half-asleep, and you feel itβhim.
Still there. Still inside you.
You blink. Breathe. Try to make sense of your bodyβbut the pressure between your legs is still warm. Your cunt clenches instinctively, and his cock twitches in response.
A slow, deep ache spreads in your gut.
His arm is draped over your waist. His chest is pressed against your back. Heβs asleepβsoft breaths on your shoulder, jaw resting against the side of your head. And his cock is still buried to the base in your pussy. Warm. Heavy. Plugging you full like it belongs there.
But something else creeps in too.
You lie there for a moment. Silent. Still. Pussy fluttering, heartbeat slowing, and that awful little ache growing in your chest. The one that started the second he pulled away last night. The one that settled into your ribs when you reached for him and he said βYou donβt deserve to be kissed.β
You swallow. You whisper it before you even think about it.
βAre you really not gonna kiss me?β
Itβs soft. Not needy. Justβ¦ there.
His breath shifts against your skin. His arm tightens slightly around your waist.
You almost regret asking.
Until he exhales through his nose and mutters, voice rough and low and real, βIβm still fucking inside you, you brat. You think Iβm gonna spend the whole night cockwarming my favorite pussy and not kiss her in the morning?β
You twist under him, face flushed, and turn your head over your shoulderβand his mouth is already there.
No hesitation. He kisses you hard.
Mouth slanting over yours, tongue sliding in with no patience, lips full and hot and filthy with morning breath and spit. You moan into it, deep and broken, cunt clenching around his cock again like sheβs reacting to the kiss like itβs touch.
His hand grips your jaw, thumb dragging over your cheek as he devours your mouth. He licks into you like he means itβlike youβve earned itβlike heβs been wanting to do it since before he ever called you a slut.
Youβre whimpering into his mouth when it happens.
Your lips slide against his, sticky with spit, your breath still uneven from how long you spent crying into the pillow, your cunt still fluttering weakly around his cock. He hasnβt pulled out. Heβs still inside you. Still twitching, half-hard again already, thick and warm, stretching your still-leaking pussy while your body curls back into him, needy and clingy and soft in a way you didnβt get to be last night.
His hand cups your jaw now. Gentle. Finally. His thumb drags along your lower lip, slow and possessive, like heβs re-learning your mouth after denying it. His tongue pushes into you with unhurried filth, and your hips shift just barely, like your cuntβs trying to pull more of him in. Like she doesnβt even know how to be empty anymore.
And then you hear it.
βHeeseung?β
Itβs distant. Not loud. Sleepy. But your blood freezes.
βHeyβhave you seen Y/N?β
Evie. Sheβs awake. The breath dies in your throat.
Your eyes fly open. Heeseungβs hand freezes on your jaw. Your whole body locks. His cock is still deep inside you, softening now, but still heavy. Still leaking. You can feel him dripping down your inner thighs as your brain flips inside out with panic.
βShit,β you mouth, barely audible.
Heeseung exhales through his nose, calm, but his arm is already tightening around your waist like heβs trying to figure out his next move in real time.
βY/N?β she calls again. βWhereβd you go?β
You scramble out of the bed like youβve been shot. Legs wobbly. Pussy sore. You trip over the blanket as you reach for your discarded clothes, yanking your hoodie on over your head, trying not to scream as your shorts catch on your ankle. Youβre still soaked, your panties still twisted around your thigh from where he shoved them earlier, and you can feel his cum still inside you, wet and hot and fucking obvious.
Heeseungβs already sitting up, dragging his hoodie on, running a hand through his hair to make it look like he just woke up.
Youβre panicking. βDo I go back to her room? What do I doβwhat if sheβs in the hallwayβ?β
Heeseung stands up, grabs your shoulders, kisses your forehead onceβquick, mocking, cockyβlike this is funny to him.
βBathroom. Now.β
You sprint for it. Just as he opens his door.
His voice is casual. Sleep-rough.
βYo.β
βYou seen Y/N? I woke up and she wasnβt in bed. Her stuffβs still there though.β
Heeseung stretches in the doorway, voice smooth as fucking silk.
βNah, havenβt seen her. She probably went to the bathroom.β
βShe didnβt text me.β
βShe probably didnβt want to wake you.β
Youβre crouched in the bathroom, hands over your mouth, hoodie soaked at the hem, thighs still trembling. You glance down and see a smear of his cum on your leg, glistening in the morning light like a neon sign of guilt.
βWhatever. Tell her Iβm making pancakes.β
βWill do.β
Door shuts. Heeseung turns, leans into the bathroom, finds you crouched by the sink.
βYou owe me.β
You punch his chest.
He grabs your wrist. Kisses it.
βDonβt worry,β he whispers, voice low. βYouβll pay me back tonight."
-
Itβs early.
Evieβs downstairs making coffee. You can hear the clinking of mugs, the stupid hum of whatever playlist she plays when sheβs in a good mood.
Youβre in Heeseungβs lap. Hoodie on. No underwear. His backβs against the headboard, his cock deep inside you, and youβre grinding slowlyβhips circling, cunt fluttering, hands pressed to his chest to keep yourself upright.
Youβre not allowed to bounce. Not allowed to moan.
Just slow, controlled rollsβlike youβre milking him without giving yourself away.
βYou sound like you want her to know,β he whispers against your throat.
You shake your head. Breathe through your nose. Keep moving.
βThen be quiet, baby. Or Iβll hold your mouth and your hips still, and you wonβt cum at all.β
You almost cry. He grabs your ass. Tilts your hips just right.
βIf she walks in, you better keep her name off your lips while I fill you up.β
You do. Barely.
You cum with your hand clamped over your mouth, twitching around his cock like you were made for itβand Heeseung cums seconds later, low and quiet, mouth on your collarbone.
Downstairs?
Evie sings along to the chorus.
-
Itβs disgusting.
Thereβs no other word for it.
Youβre on all fours, face buried in Heeseungβs mattress, drooling, moaning, thighs trembling with every wet squelch of his fingers plunging into you from behind. His mouth is glued to your cunt, spit running down his chin, tongue working your clit in slow, sloppy laps while one hand spreads you openβand the other, lower, slick with your cum, is rubbing tight circles around your asshole.
Youβre whining his name. Filthy. Wordless. Brain-melted.
βFuck, sheβs drooling for it,β he mutters into your pussy. βShe wants both. Sheβs ready. One in her ass, two in her cuntβyou wanna be stretched like a proper little hole, huh?β
Your face is soaked. Your bodyβs trembling. Your pussy flutters around his fingers, slick squelching with every slow drag in and out. Your rim clenches, raw and wet from the friction. You try to answer, but all that comes out is a pathetic sob.
βSay it,β he growls. βSay what she wants.β
βI want it,β you gasp, voice cracking. βI want you to open my assβwanna be full, wanna cum like a fucktoyβpleaseβpleaseββ
And thenβ
βY/N?β
You hear your name like itβs being spoken through a tunnel.
You freeze.
Every muscle in your body locks.
Heeseung doesnβt move.
You can feel his tongue hovering right at your clit. His finger is still circling your asshole.
And then you both look up.
In the doorway. Mouth open. Eyes wide. Chest heaving.
Evie.
Her face doesnβt go red. It goes white. Like her blood just dropped to her feet.
She stares at your bodyβat your back arched, knees wide, your ass open, Heeseungβs hand buried between your cheeks, your best friendβs brother with his mouth on you and your spit in his beard.
And then she gags. Audibly. Violently.
Her whole body jolts forward like sheβs about to puke right there in the hallway.
βOh myβfuckingβgodββ she chokes. βWhat theβwhat the FUCKββ
She turns. Presses her palm to the wall. Leans into it. Her other hand clamps over her mouth and you see her shoulders jerk. Once. Twice. A horrible, broken sound crawls out of her throat.
βNoβnoβnoβno, no, noββ
Sheβs panicking.
Canβt breathe. Her body is shaking so hard you think she might collapse.
βEvieββ you start, voice already wet. βEvie, pleaseβplease just listenββ
βDONβT.β
The scream hits like a slap.
βDonβt talk to me. Donβtβdonβt even say my fucking nameββ
Youβre sobbing now. Reaching for the blanket. Falling off the bed. Barely able to pull your hoodie down over your sticky, twitching body.
Heeseung moves. Not fast enough. Still shirtless. Still hard. His fingers still glistening.
βHeejooββ
βDONβT. CALL ME THAT.β Her voice is shrill, raw, wrecked. βYouβre my fucking brother.β
She looks at you. Like she doesnβt even know you.
And then her expression cracks completely.
Her face contortsβpain, betrayal, disgust, hatredβall in one devastating collapse.
βYou were inside her,β she whispers, and her voice breaks. βYou had yourβyourβyou were licking her while you were fingering her assββ
βYouβre both fucking insane.β
You crawl toward her. Not thinking. Just begging. Your knees burn. Your hands shake.
βEvieβpleaseβplease just let me explainββ
She flinches.
Flinches.
Like your voice touched her skin. Then she goes still. Her breathing slows. Her hands drop to her sides.
She looks empty.
βDonβt come near me.β
Her voice is flat now. Robotic.
βDonβt talk to me. Donβt look at me. Donβt even fucking breathe in my direction.β
You canβt speak. Canβt move. She steps back.
Looks at Heeseung. Then at you.
βYouβre both dead to me.β
-
ββYou donβt remember the walk home.
You donβt remember grabbing your phone, or leaving the house, or what the weather was like. You donβt remember how long you cried, or how many people stared, or how fucking long it took for the heat between your legs to fade into something cold and ugly. You just remember sitting on your bedroom floorβhoodie still wet between your thighs, your underwear balled up in your pocketβand trying to breathe without choking on it.
Because it doesnβt stop. The image. Her face.
Evie, hand over her mouth. Evie, gagging. Evie, stepping back like you were something dirty.
She meant it. Every word.
βDonβt talk to me. Donβt look at me. Donβt fucking breathe in my direction.β
She meant it.
You try to text her that night. You donβt even know what to say. There are three different messages in your drafts: one with just her name. One that says βIβm sorry.β One that says nothing at all.
They donβt send. Youβve been blocked.
He doesnβt text either. You donβt even know if he can.
The silence is so big it feels like a second death. You lie in bed every night with your phone face-up on your pillow, waiting for it to light up with anything. A call. A voice note. Just a name.
It never comes.
But you still feel him. In your body. In your bones.
Every time you try to sleep, your body curls like itβs expecting to be filled.
Some nights you wake up sweatingβpanting, pussy twitchingβbecause you dreamed of his voice again.
You still miss him. Even after all of it. Even after how it ended.
Even after Evieβs face broke in half at the sight of youβwet, spread open, her brotherβs finger sliding into your ass while you begged for more.
You still miss him. And thatβs the part that makes you sick.
-
Itβs been nearly two weeks since you watched Evie recoil in that doorway, hand clamped over her mouth like she was actually going to vomit.
You canβt erase the memory of her faceβhow disgust bled into betrayal, how her gaze slid right past you like you didnβt exist, then landed on Heeseung as if he were some twisted stranger in her own home. You tried to bury the image, tried to make it small and unimportant, but it lives in your chest now, swelling every time you breathe.
You havenβt talked to either of them since. Not one word to her, not a single text to him.
Itβs as if the world paused on that moment: her voice ripping through the room, your body half-naked, his spit drying on your thighs, your stomach churning with guilt.
Now the doorbell rings, and somehow you already know whoβs on the other side.
You open it slowly, hesitation weighing on every movement of your hand.
Heeseung stands there in a wrinkled hoodie, dark circles stamped beneath his eyes. He looks thinnerβlike the shape of him has caved in from the inside out. His hair is unstyled, his shoulders hunched, and the way he stares at you feels desperate.
Neither of you speak for a few seconds, the silence pressing into your lungs.
Then you break it, because you canβt handle him looking at you like that. βWhy are you here?β Your voice comes out flat, echoing the numbness youβve been living in.
Heeseung swallows, gaze skittering between your face and the ground.
βI had to see you.β
The words feel like theyβre meant to fix something, but all they do is twist the knife. You give a hollow laugh, but thereβs no humor in it.
βYou already saw enough.β
He exhales shakily, bringing a hand up to scrub at the back of his neck.
βIβm not asking you to forgive me,β he says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. βI know thatβs notβthereβs nothing I canββ He trails off, struggling, guilt carved into every line of his face. When he finally speaks again, his voice strains.
βYou think we havenβt replayed it a hundred fucking times?β he asks. βThe door. The blanket. You moaning. MeβGodβwe were still fucking with each other right there, even when sheββ
βStop.β Your voice cracks. βDonβt say it.β
βWe saw her face,β his voice keeps going, low and fast and pained. βWe saw it, and we still didnβt stop, like fucking animals. I see it every time I close my eyes. I hear her say my name like I was never hers, like you were never her friend.β
You speak,
βI canβt look at you without hearing her gag.β
The confession slashes the air, and his lips part like youβve slapped him.
βI canβt hear your name without remembering what it felt like to be in her house, in her family, doingβ¦ that, while she thought I was asleep down the hall.β
For a moment, neither of you breathe. Then he forces himself to speak, voice cracking.
βI know. I fucking know, and I hate that we didnβt let go even when we heard her. I hate that she looked at us like we were monsters. I hate that part of me still wanted to stay inside you, and part of you still wanted me there, when we shouldβve both stopped.β
You close your eyes, replaying Evieβs strangled gasp in your head, recalling the numb disbelief that followed when she told you not to speak, not to look, not to fucking breathe in her direction.
βI canβt talk to you,β you whisper, voice trembling despite your best efforts. βI canβt even hear your name without feeling sick.β
He swallows and nods, like heβs been waiting for those exact words. βIβm sorry,β he says, and he sounds like heβs about to shatter. βI wonβtβif you never want to see me again, I understand.β He drags in a breath that rattles in his chest. βI just needed to know you wereβ¦ alive.β
For a moment, you want to ask him if heβs okay too, if heβs been eating or sleeping, if he wakes up sweating like you do. But you lock it down, because you canβt afford to care right now.
βWell,β you say, and your voice is colder than you intend, βnow youβve seen me. Congratulations.β
A faint tremor passes through him, and he nods once. Thereβs nothing else. No lecture, no pleading. He just steps back, shoulders slumped, and turns away.
-
It happens in the grocery store, of all places. Youβre pushing a half-empty cart down the cereal aisle, trying not to think about how much quieter life has been since you lost your best friend and the boy you broke her heart with. Youβre scanning the shelves for something to distract you when you catch sight of a familiar figure at the other end of the row.Β
Your heart lurches, your fingers tightening on the cart handle as your stomach flips.Β
Because there, frowning at the boxes of cereal, is Evieβor Heejoo, or however she wants to be called now. You donβt have time to decide whether you should turn and run or force a hollow smile. She glances up, and your eyes meet. Neither of you moves.
Β The aisle feels too narrow. Her cart sits between you, an invisible barrier.
She looks differentβher hair is shorter or maybe just pulled back in a careless ponytail, dark smudges under her eyes, shoulders tense. She seems hollowed out in the same way you feel.Β
Some part of you wants to say hey or I miss you or please talk to me, but the words dissolve in your throat. Sheβs the one who steps forward first, letting her cart roll behind her. Her heels click on the tile, echoing your every heartbeat.
βHaving fun?β she asks, and it doesnβt sound like a question so much as a thinly-veiled jab.
You grip the handle of your cart, mouth suddenly too dry to speak.
βEvieββ
βDonβt call me that,β she snaps, eyes flicking away like the name itself stings. βYou donβt get to pretend weβre okay. You donβt get to act like weβre still friends.β
Her arms fold across her chest, nostrils flaring with each breath, and you feel your own pulse jump in your neck. βIβIβm sorry,β you manage, voice trembling. Itβs not enough, you know that.
She scoffs, a breathy, humorless sound. βThatβs it? Youβre sorry? You think that magically fixes everything?β She gestures sharply, and you notice how tightly sheβs clenching her fists. βYou screwed around with my brother like it was nothing, and I walked in onββ Her voice breaks, face twisting as she fights off the memory. βI was just the idiot friend who never saw it coming, right?β
Shame flares in your cheeks. You hold your ground, though it hurts to meet her eyes. βI know I betrayed you,β you say. βWeβGod, I donβt even have the words for how messed up it was. We both knew better. We both let it happen.β
Her hand lifts to cut you off, shaking with the effort. βYou think itβs just that you hurt me?β Her voice wobbles between anger and heartbreak. βYou hurt him too, you realize that? He was my brother, you were my best friend, and you both blew yourselves up in front of me. Like you had no idea what it would cost.β
Your stomach knots in a way you havenβt felt before. Sheβs right. It wasnβt just herβit wasnβt just you. It was all three of you, tangling and twisting until it snapped. βI know,β you say more quietly. βAnd weβre all paying for it. Heβsβ¦ heβs not okay. Iβm not okay. And youβre definitely not okay. Thereβs no part of this that isnβt broken.β
She lets out a short, bitter laugh. βDo you think that helps? Hearing you say itβs broken doesnβt change the fact that I canβt even look at either of you without wanting to scream.β
You bow your head, voice almost inaudible. βI wish I could take it back.β
She swallows, and for a fraction of a second, the hostility in her eyes flickers with pain. βWell, you canβt.β Her grip tightens on the cart handle until her knuckles whiten, and she exhales shakily.Β
βI want my brother back, you know. I want my friend back. But I donβt get either of those things, because you two decided toβ¦ to destroy what we had.β
Your throat closes up, tears pricking at your eyes. βIβm sorry.β
She stares for another few seconds, jaw clenched as she holds herself together. Then she moves around you, snatching her cart by the handle, the wheels squeaking in protest.Β
βEnjoy the produce,β she mutters under her breath, voice dripping with bitterness as she passes.
-
It doesnβt happen overnight.
Β Thereβs no single conversation that wipes the slate clean, no perfect gesture that makes Evieβs betrayal vanish, no magic wand that repairs the gaping wound in your chest.Β
But over timeβslow, grudging, step by hesitant stepβyou all begin to realize that staying in this darkness is killing you. Staying strangers, orbiting the same guilt without looking one another in the eye, is worse than facing the truth. And that truth is messy, fragile, and riddled with scars.
It begins with Evie texting you, late at night, a week after the grocery store encounter.Β
Just three words: We need to talk.
You stare at the screen for a solid minute, heart pounding like itβs trying to break out of your chest.Β
Your hands shake as you reply, Yeah, okay.Β
Thatβs all. No apology, no second-guessing, just acceptance. You wait for her to say when or where, but she doesnβt text back until the next afternoon, telling you to meet her at the park near her house.Β
And then she clarifies: Just you.
You show up after sunset, nerves jangling in every limb, expecting hostility, or silence, or both.Β
Instead, you find Evie sitting on a faded wooden bench under a flickering streetlight. She looks smaller than you remember, knees drawn up under her chin, arms hugging herself for warmth. As you approach, you open your mouth to say somethingβanythingβbut she holds up a hand, shaking her head.
βDonβt,β she says, voice tight. βNot yet.β
You stand there, awkward and guilty, waiting for her permission to speak.
She lowers her hand and sighs, staring at a patch of dead grass near her feet. βI asked you here becauseβ¦ this is killing me,β she mutters. βBeing this angry all the time. Hating you. Hating him. I canβt keep up with it. Itβs turning me into someone I donβt recognize.β
Her words break something inside your chest, and your throat goes thick. You sit down on the far edge of the bench, leaving a wide space between you, unsure if youβre allowed to be any closer. βIβ¦ I know,β you manage, voice unsteady. βI feel it too. Itβs like Iβm rotting on the inside.β
She nods once, gaze flicking to you before sliding away again. βIβm not saying I forgive you,β she warns, and you nod, heart pounding. βIβm just saying I donβt want this to be my life anymore. Thisβrage. Itβs not me.β
She exhales, shoulders curling inward. βAnd I loved you. You were my best friend. And heβ¦ heβs my brother, and I loved him too. So how did we all end up here?β
Silence lingers. You fight back tears that threaten to spill.Β
βWe messed up,β you whisper, voice cracking. βWe both did. Me and him. We used your house, your trust, your everything for our own messed-upβ¦ needs, and it was stupid and selfish and we ended up shattering everything.β You swallow a lump in your throat. βI know none of that fixes it. But I swear to you, we never wanted to hurt you.β
Evie laughs bitterly, a hollow sound. βWell, you did. And I canβt pretend you didnβt.βΒ
Her gaze shifts to the distance, to the halo of light under the streetlamp. βBut I donβt know if I can keep hating you. Or him.βΒ
She hesitates, words coming out slow. βI saw him last week. He lookedβGod, I hardly recognized him. Like a ghost of himself.β
You nod, biting back the urge to defend him or to ask a dozen questions. βHeβsβ¦ not doing great,β you say simply, remembering his hollow cheeks, the way his voice cracked when he said he couldnβt sleep.
She wraps her arms tighter around herself, rocking slightly. βNeither are we,β she points out. βNone of us are okay. And I guess thatβs what Iβm realizing. That weβre all stuck in the same crater, staring at the same wreckage. Maybe we shouldnβt be trying to fix it on our own.β
Your eyes burn with unshed tears. βWhat do you want to do?β you ask, feeling the weight of her words press into your chest.
Sheβs quiet for a long moment. Then she looks directly at you, tears shimmering at the edges of her eyes. βI want us to talk,β she says. βAll three of us. In one place. I want us to put it all on the table, no hiding, no running out. Because if thereβs any chance of moving forwardβtogether or apartβwe have to face it."
βIβll text him,β she says, voice ragged. βDonβt expect miracles. But I canβt do this alone.β
A teardrop escapes your lashes and slips down your cheek. βNeither can I,β you whisper. βThank you.β
She doesnβt respond, just stands up and motions for you to follow.Β
-
Evieβs living room is dimly lit, and the air feels thicker than it shouldβas if everything youβve said to each other in the last hour is still hovering in the space between. Outside, itβs already dark, the muffled hum of passing cars bleeding in through the windows. Youβre all drainedβphysically, emotionallyβyet no one moves to leave. Not yet. Itβs not finished.
Evie is perched on the armchair, knees drawn close to her chest. Youβre on one end of the couch, Heeseung on the other, and thereβs still a gulf of guilt and confusion separating you. But you can feel the conversation building toward something bigger than apologies or confessions of regret.
Evie tugs at the sleeves of her sweater. She glances between you and her brother, mouth pinched tight, but her voice is gentler than before.
βIβm not pretending this is easy,β she begins, clearing her throat. βWeβve all hurt each other. I just want to know what youβ¦ what you both actually feel.β Her gaze settles on you, question clear in her eyes. βDo you two even care about each other beyondβ¦ beyond whatever it was you were doing?β
You swallow, your mouth dry. This is the moment youβve been pushing down for weeks, refusing to think about. The reason you woke up gasping sometimes, alone in your bed, missing a warmth you never should have craved in the first place. You take a shaky breath, feeling your pulse hammer in your temples.
βIββ you begin, then stop. Your voice wavers, but you force yourself to speak. βIβm in love with him.β
It comes out bare, unpolished, stripped of excuses. You feel the words echo in your chest, leaving you vulnerable. Across the room, Evieβs eyes widen for half a second, and you can see her guard tighten, just a bit.
Heeseung exhales sharply, his head snapping up. You canβt bring yourself to meet his gaze. Instead, you focus on the floor, heart pounding.
βI know,β you continue, voice trembling, βthat he might not feel the same way. I know we started this all wrong, that I messed up your trust, that I hurt youββyou glance at Evieββand maybe I donβt deserve a happy ending. But I canβt keep pretending I donβt love him just because Iβm ashamed of how we got here.β
Evie inhales like sheβs bracing for another blow, her arms tightening around her knees.
βYouβre saying you love him, even if he doesnβt love you back?β she asks, carefully, like sheβs afraid of the answer.
You let out a breath that feels like itβs been caged in your ribs for months.
βYes. Itβs notβ¦ itβs not his responsibility. If itβs one-sided, thatβs on me.β You glance fleetingly at Heeseung, face flushing. βI donβt expect anything from him, or from you. I justββ Your voice cracks. βI needed to say it out loud.β
Silence envelops the room, charged with tension. Heeseung is staring at you, eyes wide and glossy, like youβve knocked the air from his lungs. Evie shifts, chewing on the inside of her lip.
Heeseung finally speaks, voice rough.
βYouβ¦ love me?β
You manage a small, trembling nod. βI do,β you say, meeting his gaze at last. βAnd if you donβt love me back, thatβs okay. I know how messed up this is. Iβm ready toβ¦ to accept that.β
He looks startled, as if no part of him expected you to be okay with that possibility. His hands flex on his knees, knuckles blanching. Then he breathes out, shoulders sagging.
βGod,β he murmurs, shaking his head. βYouβre unbelievably stupid.β
You flinch, heart joltingβthough thereβs no real malice in his tone, only a shaky awe and raw disbelief that seems to be tying him in knots. He forces himself to meet Evieβs eyes for a flicker of a second, as if silently asking for permission to go on.
βDonβt call her that,β Evie snaps, voice quivering at the edges. She fixes him with a sharp glare, arms folded tight across her chest. βI donβt care how you meant itβsheβs not stupid, and you donβt get to insult her in front of me.β
βShut the fuck up Evie, one second,β He turns to you, βBecause you think Iβm not in love with you? That Iβd leave you hanging with all this guilt?β
Your heart stutters, the floor tilting under you. βHeeseungβ¦β
βIβm in love with you too,β he says, and the words hang in the air with tangible weight. βI canβt believe youβd be ready to walk away, believing it was one-sided. That youβdβ¦ accept it. God, do you have any idea how much it hurts to see you in so much pain, thinking I donβt feel the same?β
A soft sound escapes your throatβsome blend of relief and shockβand tears gather at the edges of your vision. Across the room, Evie exhales shakily, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. You can see the swirl of emotions crossing her features: anger, hurt, jealousy, and underneath it all, a lingering care for you both.
Heeseung scrubs a hand over his face, then looks to Evie, voice trembling.
βI love her. I know I messed up. We messed up. We never shouldβve lied. But I canβt take back how I feel.β
Evie drags in a deep breath. She pushes herself up from the armchair, pacing a short line across the living room. Her head is down, hands in her hair. When she finally looks at you both, thereβs pain in her eyes, but not the same raw fury as before.
βJesus,β she mutters. βYou twoβ¦β She chews the inside of her cheek. βI hate what you did. I hate how you did it. But if you love each otherβreally love each otherβI canβt tell you not to.β
Β Her shoulders slump. βI want to be angry forever, butβ¦ seeing you like this, Iββ She presses her lips together, tears brimming, then sets her jaw. βI guess I just want us to find a way to exist without destroying each other.β
A thick silence fills the space. Your chest feels ready to burst from conflicting emotionsβgratitude, guilt, longing, terror. You look at Evie and see the ghost of the best friend you once knew, who might be willing to stand beside you again one day, even if it wonβt ever be the same.
You open your mouth.
βI know it wonβt be easy,β you say softly. βI donβt expect you to forgive everything in one night. But maybeβ¦ maybe we can start moving forward?β
Evie dashes a tear off her cheek and gives a tiny nod.
βYeah,β she whispers. βMaybe.β
Heeseung watches her, watches you, then rises from the couch. He hesitates, like heβs not sure if heβs allowed to touch you. You stand up, heart pounding, and drift closer. Neither of you quite meets in the middle, leaving a careful gap where all your remorse hangs. But itβs less than before.
Evie clears her throat, hugging herself.
βI canβt stay down here with you two beingβ¦ whatever you are. I need time, okay?β
You nod quickly.
βOf course.β
Heeseung nods as well, voice soft.
βAnything you need.β
She steps back, wiping her eyes, and thereβs a hint of a weary smile ghosting across her face, like sheβs relieved but not sure how to show it.
βYou two can talk, orβ¦ or go, or do whatever. I justβ¦β Her breath catches. βIβm gonna go upstairs. Thatβs all I can handle right now.β
You donβt stop her.
Then you turn to him, tears slipping down your cheeks, a tremulous hope fluttering in your chest. He lifts a handβtentative, like heβs scared to break youβand cups your cheek, thumb brushing your damp skin.
He exhales shakily.
βI love you,β he murmurs, the words raw with emotion. βIβm sorry for everything.β
You nod, voice catching in your throat as you rest your hand over his.
βIβm sorry too,β you whisper. βBut I love you, and maybeβ¦ thatβs something we can start with.β
His eyes close in something like relief, and he presses a soft, uncertain kiss to your temple. It isnβt a triumphant moment, not the kind of romantic victory you mightβve once imagined. Itβs tender, laced with guilt and fear. But itβs also realβgenuine and fragile, the only piece of warmth youβve had in a long time.
-
Things shift slowly, almost imperceptibly at first. You and Heeseung start keeping your distance whenever Evieβs aroundβno subtle hand-holding, no lingering touches, certainly no sneaking off to lock yourselves behind the nearest door.Β
Itβs not that youβre ashamed of each other; itβs that you canβt stand the thought of rubbing your relationship in her face. You both know youβre lucky sheβs even letting you in the same room without storming out.
So you dial it back. You let your bodies stop running the show.Β
Itβs harder than you expectβhe still sets your nerves on fire by simply looking at youβbut you remind yourself that Evieβs feelings matter, that you owe her more than just half-hearted consideration. You give her space, which means giving yourselves space too.Β
No sex. No heavy make-out sessions. No pressed-up-against-a-wall confessions. Just⦠time and gentle contact.
Heeseung seems as restless as you.Β
Sometimes, when itβs late and youβre on a phone callβwhispering so Evie wonβt hear through the wallsβhe sounds downright desperate.Β
You can hear his breath catch when you say you miss him, can practically feel the tension radiating through the receiver.Β
Yet both of you agree: this is how it has to be for now. If you want Evie to believe that what you have is more than just an addiction to each otherβs bodies, you need to show her you can exist outside a bed.
So you go on dates. Real dates. Movie theaters, yes, but also bookstore trips, late-night drives to nowhere, strolling through a local fair when it rolls into town.Β
You hold hands only if youβre well away from Evieβs neighborhoodβfearful that any small sign of affection might break the thin thread of tolerance sheβs extended.Β
The first time you walk along the riverside in the evening, sipping cheap coffee from a convenience store, it hits you that youβve never really done this part before: the tentative, day-to-day romance of building a real relationship. Itβs both comforting and nerve-wracking.Β
You can feel the charge sparking under your skin every time he smiles at you, like youβre seconds away from losing your careful resolve.Β
But you donβt. Neither of you wants to risk undoing the fragile progress with Evie.
And that progress is slow, but present.Β
She doesnβt cringe as much when you and Heeseung enter a room together.Β
She no longer flinches if you happen to stand on the same side of the kitchen.
Β Maybe sometimes she rolls her eyes, but she doesnβt snap. You see the tension in her shoulders when youβre all in the same space, thoughβlike sheβs bracing for some new betrayal.Β
You canβt blame her. You still offer to leave the moment you sense her discomfort rising. Surprisingly, sheβs started telling you to stay.
But the real sign that things might be healing comes one weekend night when Evie texts you, out of the blue:
Girlsβ night?
She doesnβt dress it up with a cute emoji or an explanation; itβs bare bones, almost clinical. And you stare at your phone with your heart hammering, wondering if this is a test, or maybe a begrudging olive branch.Β
You answer with a shaky yes, and spend the next few hours trying not to read too much into it. You tell Heeseung youβll be hanging out with Evie, and he just smilesβwide and genuine, telling you to have fun, to text him if you need anything.
Evieβs room hasnβt changed much since the night you snuck out of it to see Heeseung. The layout is the same, the posters the same, the bedspread the same. It all feels loaded with history.Β
She sits cross-legged on her bed, handing you a sodaβno alcohol tonight, no false bravado. You sense she wants you both stone-cold sober for whatever might be said.Β
Thereβs an awkward pause, and then she gestures for you to sit, too.
For a while, conversation comes in bursts: updates about random classmates, stories from her day at work, small talk about the show you both used to binge-watch together. Itβs stiff, but not hostile.Β
She picks at her blanket, and you notice how she wonβt hold your gaze for too long. Yet each minute that passes without snapping or bitterness feels like a victory.
Eventually, she slides a bag of nail polish across the bed toward you. βYou, umβ¦ you still like doing this, right? Itβs been a while,β she mumbles, glancing at your nails.Β
Itβs such a small gesture, but it makes your throat tighten. You nod, and she exhales something that might be relief.Β
For a solid hour, the two of you paint and chatter, as if practicing how to be friends again. Her shoulders are less rigid. Youβre careful not to misstep. Neither of you mentions Heeseung.
At least not directly. But you feel his presence in the air, the unspoken pivot point around which your every interaction revolves. Itβs only when Evie finally fixes you with a long, assessing look, half-concern and half-uncertainty, that the moment arrives.
βAre you two, likeβ¦ okay?β she asks. Her voice is laced with discomfort, but thereβs no hatred in it. βYou said no more sneaking around. But are youβhappy?β
You swallow hard, carefully blowing on your newly painted nails. βWeβreβ¦ doing our best,β you say. βTrying to be good for each other. Not just physically.β
She nods, lips twisting like sheβs turning over your words in her mind. βI guessβ¦ thatβs what I wanted to know,β she admits softly. βIt still weirds me out sometimes, but Iβd rather it matter to you than be someβ¦ fling.β
A wave of gratitude surges in your chest, making it hard to speak. You nod. βIt matters,β you whisper. βI swear.β
She blinks a few times, then sets her nail polish aside. The tension in her shoulders relaxes just enough that her spine curves against the headboard, more comfortable than youβve seen her in weeks. βGood,β she murmurs, tone stilted but earnest. βDonβtβ¦ donβt make me regret trying to rebuild this, okay?β
Your own shoulders slump in relief. βI wonβt,β you promise. Your voice shakes with the weight of it. βAnd if I ever do, you canβand shouldβkick my ass.β
That draws a small, genuine laugh from herβa sound you havenβt heard in what feels like ages. She nods, letting the humor fill the space that was once suffocating with tension. βDeal,β she says.
You stay up later than expectedβtalking about nonsense, painting your nails in mismatched colors, occasionally lapsing into awkward silences.Β
But each time, one of you breaks it before the air can go stale. By the time midnight rolls around, youβve settled into a strange new normal: not quite what you were before the betrayal, but not strangers anymore. Something between you is mending, fragile but real.
When you leave, she walks you to the front door. Itβs still weird, stepping out into the hallway where so much damage happened.Β
But Evieβs behind you, not in front, and you canβt help feeling that the dynamic has changed in a way that actually might last. You glance back at her, and though she still looks tired, she doesnβt look hostile or betrayed. Maybe justβ¦ cautious. Itβs enough.
βNight,β she says, one hand resting on the doorknob.
βNight,β you reply, voice quiet. βThanks, again.β
She nods and closes the door gently behind youβno slamming, no huffing. Just a simple, private goodbye.
Β As you slip into the night, you realize youβre smiling, mind already whirring with what youβll tell Heeseung when you see him next. You catch yourself wondering if youβll meet up for another date soon. Or if youβll just call him on the way home, excitedly spilling the details of your slow but tangible progress with Evie.
-
The new place is barely furnished. A couch thatβs still covered in plastic. A mattress on the floor. Takeout containers littering the kitchen counter. The floorboards creak with every step. The windows are wide open, and there are no curtains yet. Itβs not homeβnot reallyβbut itβs his.Β
And most importantly, itβs finally, blessedly, fucking private.
When he opens the door and lets you in, he doesnβt kiss you right away. He just watches you step inside like youβre something heβs trying to memorize. His hands stay in the pocket of his hoodie. His jawβs tight. His eyes flicker to the bag in your hand, then to your shoes, then up your legs so slowly it makes you feel exposed even though youβre still fully dressed.
You donβt say anything at first. You set the wine down on the counter. You take in the spaceβempty and echoingβbut your skinβs already buzzing. You hear the door close behind you with a soft click, and something shifts.
He clears his throat.
βI havenβt kissed you yet,β he says, voice low. βNot really.β
You turn to look at him. βNo.β
Thereβs a beat.
βCan I?β
You nod.
And thatβs it. Thatβs all it takes.
His hands are on your face before you can blink, warm and rough and needing. The kiss starts soft, but only for a breath. Then it turnsβhungry, desperate, filthy. Your back hits the counter with a thud, his tongue already in your mouth, his body pressing into yours like heβs trying to crawl inside you through your lips.
You moan into him, and he groans, deep in his throat, like the sound broke whatever shred of self-control he was hanging onto.
βYou have no idea,β he pants, mouth hot against your jaw, βhow long Iβve wanted to ruin you in peace.β
Your shirtβs pulled up before you can answer, his mouth already sucking marks down your neck. His hands are everywhereβgripping your tits through your bra, unbuttoning your jeans, fingers slipping into your waistband like he owns the place. Like he owns you.
You gasp as his hand slides between your legs, cupping you through your underwear, his breath catching when he feels the heat there.
βAlready wet?β he mutters, voice ragged. βFucking knew it.β
He yanks your jeans down to your ankles, then sinks to his knees on the kitchen tile without another word. His hands push your legs apart, pulling one up to rest over his shoulder. And when his mouth presses to the soaked fabric of your panties, you cry outβsharp, helpless, needy.
βYou wore these knowing Iβd take them off with my teeth, didnβt you?β he growls, dragging the fabric aside with his nose, his tongue already lapping through your folds like heβs been waiting for this for months.
You can barely breathe. One hand flies to the counter for balance, the other fists in his hair. He licks you with obscene, wet sounds, groaning into your pussy like the taste is sending him over the edge. You grind against his face shamelessly, whining when he flattens his tongue and drags it up through your slit, over and over again.
βFuck, Heeseungβpleaseββ
He pulls back just enough to spit directly on your clit. βWhat do you need, baby?β he pants, thumb spreading it around with tight, deliberate pressure. βYou want me to make you cum with my mouth like a good little whore? Is that it?β
You nod frantically, hips rocking against his hand.
βI missed this pussy,β he mutters, diving back in. βMissed how fucking loud she is.β
And she is. Your pussyβs wet, sloppy, noisy, every flick of his tongue echoing off the bare walls. You cum hard, legs shaking around his shoulders, crying out his name as your vision blurs.
But heβs not done.
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabs you by the waist and turns you around, bending you over the counter.
βNo more pretending,β he growls in your ear. βNo more quiet. Youβre gonna scream for me this time.β
He pulls your panties down and spreads you open, groaning like a man unhinged.
βGod, youβre dripping. You fucking missed this too, didnβt you?β
You try to answer, but heβs already stroking his cock against your folds, rubbing the head through the mess between your legs, smearing it everywhere.
βSay it,β he demands.
βYesβyes, I missed itβfuck, Heeseung, I missed your cockββ
He sinks into you in one sharp, brutal thrust, and you wail.
No condom. No pause. Just the stretch of him filling you up in one smooth, devastating stroke.
βOh my God,β he groans. βYouβre fucking swallowing me.β
Youβre moaning, writhing, drooling onto the counter. He doesnβt start slow. He doesnβt give you time. He fucks youβrelentless, pounding, like heβs been waiting to do this since the moment you first touched him.
Your ass slaps against his thighs with every thrust. Your pussy is loud, the kind of wet, messy squelch that would embarrass you if you could think.
He slaps your ass hard, making you jolt forward. βListen to her,β he growls. βSheβs been crying for me.β
You donβt stop him. You beg for more.
He grabs your arms and pulls you back onto him, using your own body to fuck you harder.
βKeep taking it,β he snarls. βBe my good little cumrag, just like you used to be.β
You scream. You scream for him.
You cum again, sobbing into the crook of your arm, your entire body trembling.
He pulls out and flips you around, lifts you up onto the counter again, and kisses you like heβs devouring you from the inside out. Your legs are trembling so hard you can barely hold them up, but he spreads them open and spits straight onto your cunt, rubbing it in with two fingers, moaning when you jolt at the sensitivity.
βWanna fuck you on the floor next,β he mutters against your lips. βWanna fuck you on the mattress, on the couch, against every wall. Wanna ruin this apartment with the sound of your pussy screaming for me.β
You grab his face, breath ragged. βThen do it.β
He throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the mattress on the floor, where he fucks you in every position heβs ever imagined. He keeps you cockdrunk and leaking. When your voice gives out, he fucks you in silence. When your legs stop working, he props them up and keeps going. And when he finally cumsβinside you, deep, claimingβhe doesnβt pull out.
He just collapses on top of you, both of you drenched in sweat and slick and the aftermath of something feral.
You canβt move.
You donβt want to.
You just lie there, shaking, full, used, satisfied in a way that makes you dizzy.
Heeseung kisses your shoulder and whispers against your skin.
Leon Scott Kennedy x fem! Reader smut for you to enjoy, all credit goes to me as I've written it! Have funnnn ;).
Six years ago:
As I place my hand on his thigh he looks up at me, I don't exactly know what to tell him anymore so I decided that my actions indeed speak louder than my words.
He looks.. Broken almost, I know this has been a lot on him but god.. I just, I want to help him, I want to.. I wanna kiss him, so badly. So as he goes to say something, I lean in, cup his cheek and press my lips to his, he stills for a moment, but only for a moment before he relaxes and returns the kiss. I pull back and he looks at me, a slight blush on his cheeks as he looks a bit stunned. "We will be okay, Leon." I promise. Giving his thigh a squeeze before removing my hands off of him completely.
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I bite my lip as I look down at the pavement. I know he made it out alive- Well.. My instinct is telling me he did and it's killing me not knowing where he is, who he is with, what he's doing.. What if he did get hurt?
As I look up and see the fire exploding from out the burning building I can't help but wonder.
I'm hiding in an alleyway, I had gotten out just a few moments before the big explosion happened.
Then.. Suddenly.. I see him, emerge from beneath the heavy layer of smoke that hangs over and before the building. Together with his companion. Claire. Though he looks around panicked. I see him say something to Claire and she looks around as well.
Maybe I should make myself known. Or maybe I shouldn't.. Maybe I should keep myself hidden, push back what I really wanna do.. Run over and kiss him again, tell him we'll be okay. I bite my lip hard again, something I tend to do a lot when in doubt of what to do.
Though as I stand here deciding what I should be doing next, Leon seems to only get more nervous. Walking further away from the building with his friend. "Claire, I swear to god if we can't get a lead on her I'm going back in there." I hear him faintly say.
"No you're not." Claire says. "I get it, you're worried, but you've seen her, she can handle herself just fine. I'm sure she got out and is around here somewhere, or maybe she already went home."
"Maybe.." He says and sighs.
Fuck it. I can't do it. I can't stay away when he's so worried for me.
"Leon?" I walk out of the alleyway and let out a pant of my own, his eyes instantly find mine and he smiles, relief written all over his face. "Y/n.. Thank god." I smile back just slightly as I make my way over to them. "Y/n. Expected nothing less." Claire shoots me a cheeky smile and I give her a nod.
"No one got hurt?" I ask and Claire shakes her head. "Luckily not.. Besides a few scratches." I give another nod and look back at Leon. "Ready to get out of here and go home..?" Claire then speaks up again quickly.
"You live close to here?" Leon asks me and I shake my head. "About an hour walk.." I shrug to which he looks back at Claire. "Well.. How about you come back to my place? Get all cleaned up and I can drive you both home after." He suggests.
I smile, cause.. A shower sounds so wonderful right now. Claire gives us a small smile. "I live closeby too. I can make it home easily. Just a few miles from here. Thanks for the offer, though."
"Ok." Leon says with a sheepish smile.
"I'm sure I'll see you around.. We should go out together sometime Y/n.. For drinks?" I cock my head to the right. "Sounds good, I'll hold you to that.''
"Leon." She looks up at him. "Claire." He says looking down at her. "See you around too."
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I step out of his shower with a sigh. That was amazing... Truly and after I get into a t-shirt of Leon's he kindly let me borrow I walk back out into his bedroom, calm and collected. "You okay?'' He asks me and I smile. "Never been better partner." I tease to which he rolls his eyes.
"You wanna crash here?" He asks me and I nod. "Yeah if you don't mind, I am totally fine sleeping on the couch by the way." I quickly say before Leon even has the chance to offer me his bed. If... He was planning on doing so in the first place-..
Fuck. When did he get so close to me? My mind turns into a puddle as soon as I stare up into his bright blue eyes. "Leon?" I ask and raise an eyebrow. "You're not sleeping on the couch." He says, his voice low and husky. Shit. Wait when did he get this close to me?
"I... Uh.. Oh?" Oh? That's all my brain can come up with? Seriously..?
"I wouldn't wanna steal your bed away.. I mean.. I wouldn't steal it but I would be-.."
"Shut up."
And I do, because he kisses me, his lips are so soft and so are his hands which are placed on my cheeks. One of them slowly sliding down to the back of my neck. And I take it, everything he is willing to give me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss him back I jump against him, my legs around his waist.. Wordlessly he grabs my hips in his rough hands and I press myself against him.
He brings us to his bed and lays me down under him. Still kissing me. I run my hands through his blonde locks and arch my back up against his hard chest.
"Leon~.." I moan softly as he burries his face in the crook of my neck, sucking, nipping.. His hand finds its way up and under my shirt. He twists my nipple between his fingers and I'm a goner. A total goner.
"God you're so fucking hot Y/n." He groans against my skin, his words sending shivers down my spine.
I tug at his shirt. I want it off. Everything, I want everything off, our clothes are in the way. "Please. Fuck me." I mutter the words before they have even fully processed in my mind.
Leon lifts his head, pulls his shirt off over his head and grins down at me. "Your wish is my command."
I eye him up and smile as I run my hands down his hard chest and abs. I should've expected this.. He's a trained cop, of course he's built but still.. He's.. He's perfect.
Once I have his pants off as well and his fingers are pumping in and out of me I grip his shoulders and sink my nails into them. His fingers are long and wet.. From me. God I need him closer.
I tug him closer to me and kiss along his beautiful square jawline. I grind myself down on his fingers and am about to come.. Just as I am about to though, Leon pulls his fingers out of me and I whimper at the loss of him.
I claw at his boxers he's still wearing for.. God knows what reason.. I pull them down and my mouth falls open at the sight of his cock. He's big. He's.. Perfect.. I arch up against him and rub myself on his hard dick.
"Leon.. I want you now." I breathe out and I look up at him through hooded eyes, his chest heaving. "I'm on the pill." I say as I push him on his back and straddle his hips. Quickly holding him under me I lower myself on him and let out soft pants while working him inside me and once he is.... I feel so full, like he could split me in fucking half.
"Fuck.. Fuck Y/n." Leon groans lowly and closes his eyes for a few seconds. Desperately grabbing at my hips, so hard. There will definetly be bruises there tomorrow morning and I love it.
I rock myself against him. Stretching myself out even more as I look down at him, hands planted on his chest while his stay on my hips. The friction of his pelvis against my clit is so fucking good I might come soon, I feel close already.
Slowly I lift up and I lower myself back down on his big cock. He lets out grunts and groans and it just spurs me on, I moan as I quicken the pace, riding him hard.
His cock twitches deep inside my pussy and I know he's close, so am I, grinding against him, bouncing on his dick.. Chasing my orgasm while also getting him there. "Keep going baby, fuck.. Y/n." Leon grunts and squeezes my tits in his big hands as I whimper and tip over the edge.
I come, my walls squeezing his dick tightly, making me moan out his name. "Leon-..." I pant and he comes inside me. Filling me up so beautifully.. I keep moving until I'm sure we've both landed back on planet earth and I look down at him. Brushing his crazy hair out of his face with a smile.
Quickly he has me in his arms and I listen to his soothing heartbeat until we both fall asleep..
β β β β β
Oh fuck, oh shit. Oh hell. Fucking shit... I need to be quiet. But I can't help it. He looks so beautiful, all sleepy and messy and naked. God he's naked and- Pure perfection.. Sleeping so calmly, even a small smile is playing at his lips.
I hate what I'm about to do. I fucking hate myself for it. I know the type of guy Leon is. I assume he'd wake up later and if I were still there he'd make me breakfast, maybe take me out later on. And that hurts. I feel like he's the type of guy that doesn't do casual sex, if he sleeps with someone it means something..
Neither do I, no casual hook ups and only when it means something will I ever be intimate with someone.. But I can not risk it, not with my job not with his.
So as much as I want to stay I need to go. Feeling the delicious sting between my legs distracts me temporarily as I glance over at Leon just one last time. I can not help myself as I place a kiss on his lips, just one last time.. Before I take off my necklace. It's silver and has a cat charm on it.
I lay it on his bedside table. He'll throw it away as soon as he realizes I'm gone but at least I left him something, something to remember me by.
As I look over my shoulder, I take in the apartment building Leon lives in and I take a deep breath as I walk off.
I know, I'm selfish.
Present time:
He's here. I know he is. They got her, the one he is searching for, maybe I'm even more selfish than I was all those years ago but I just had a feeling they'd send him out here and I had to go see for myself. I was told he changed, do I believe that? Not a chance.
I look around. Everyone seems to have left here, a few corpses lay on the ground and I see a few bullets here and there. He was here.
And from the sounds of it, he's in a bit of trouble right now. I could hear the commotion from a mile away.
I rush over there and decide I shall save him, just this once. I glance inside a window and see him. The enemy big and strong looking. I take out my gun and shoot right past Leon's frame. Having no doubt that's him anymore, because it fucking is. And if anything, he just looks... More trained, more mature.
The bigger, almost alien looking man gets startled and I see Leon's head turn, but before he can get a glimpse of me I'm gone.
He can handle himself, I know that.. So I leave him be for some time. Knowing I will soon enough be face to face with him again.
β β β β β
Maybe he thinks he can rest here. Maybe he just needs a little break, I'd understand that honestly. Or maybe he knows something... Maybe he's waiting until I make myself known, I know he is smarter than I think he is, I won't underestimate him. Which is why I walk up behind him with my gun pointed right at him. "I'd drop my gun right now if I were you Leon." I say, trying my best to remain calm.
And so he does just that. He drops his handgun and holds up his hands where I can see them. I walk closer to him. To the side of him and he lets out a sigh that almost sounds unimpressed. "Well after six years, that is one hell of a greeting." He says and I clench my jaw, he remembers me, I don't know why that surprises me, but it does.
"Y/n." He says as he turns his head over his shoulder to look at me.
I smile. Or try to and cock my head. "So we meet again." I still have my gun pointed right at him and fuck he looks so damn good. My heart races in my chest and I can assume I definetly look tougher than I feel.
He stands still for a little longer before suddenly in just the fraction of a second he pulls out his knife and aims for me. I dodge and we go back and forth for a bit before his knife is right against the skin of my throat. I let out a soft 'hm' and he stares at me. "Try using knives next time, better for close encounters."
"Impressive." I say and I see now is his turn to cock his head. "So.. Why are you here? Who are you working for this time?" So he's heard I've been working for a few different people. Interesting.
I smirk. "Oh Leon, you know I don't kiss and tell." I say. "Leave the girl.. She's a lost cause no matter what."
"You think I'm going to just give up? That easily? You don't know me at all, do you?" I look at him and shrug at his words before walking away.
"Right." I say, looking at him over my shoulder.
"Why did you leave, then?" Okay, no beating around the bush.. I sigh. "I'll see you again soon, Leon, we'll continue this discussion." I try to leave after that, going out the window.. I hear Leon make a sound. It sounds like a scoff... Then he grabs my wrist.
I look at where he touches me and I look up into his eyes. He's wearing the cat charm.
"Y/n. Talk, now." He insists as he pins me a look with those piercing blue eyes. I look at him and sigh. "Fine Leon, you wanna know why I left fine. I will tell you-." I nod.
"I... Uh.. So I knew like I felt like it was.. I- Fuck me." I sigh. Get your head back in the game Y/n.. That damned charm had distracted me....
Leon lets go of my wrist gently and I think about escaping but feel it wouldn't matter if I say it now or later. "Sorry.. It would be selfish of me to-.. I knew that it would be selfish of me to start something with you, because of my work, because of the jobs I do because at some point I would've had to stab you in the back and I wouldn't ever be able to forgive myself for it if that happened."
Leon looks at me in question, like he wants to as so much more but he stays quiet for a beat. "I never sleep around, I'm not like that I'm sorry.. I dragged you into my mess for a bit. I know I'm selfish for what I did..... For leaving without anything. I owed you an explanation, I fucking know that- I hate that I hurt you-.."
"You didn't." He quickly says. "You didn't hurt me Y/n, you crushed me." He corrects me and I'm pretty sure I feel my heart shatter just a little more. "I thought I did something wrong, I tried to find you for days after, I didn't know where you lived. I didn't know where to find you, I asked around if- if anyone knew someone with your name but nothing fucking came out of it."
"Was I just a quick fuck huh? Just so you could forget your problems for a little while, just so you could use me for a bit only to just throw me aside after like I meant nothing to you? Is that it Y/n? Well- I'm a one lady type of guy, believe it or not.. I don't just jump into bed with the first girl who throws herself at me."
"Leon I-." "I don't even know what to say to you anymore. I held hope too. I was hoping maybe you'd come back to me. You knew where I lived, surely you could've." He cuts me off with a shrug.
"But, I understand, I was naΓ―ve and young and I really liked a girl I thought really liked me too. I gave you my all, I showed you myself in the most.. Vunerable way possible, I was as close to you as people can get and I opened myself up to you in a way I don't do often, only to be shut down right afterwards, you humiliated me."
I try and fail to keep up my tough demeanor as I blink rapidly as tears fill my eyes without me wanting them to, I nod and cross my arms over my chest as I stare at him.
"I- I don't.. God.. I- I'm so sorry Leon.." I mumble and wipe at my cheeks where tears began rolling down some time ago. "I wasn't.. I haven't stopped thinking about you- Fucking hell I know it means nothing but I haven't stopped thinking about you, about us.. Ever since. I wanted to come back so many times, I didn't think you ever wanted to see me again.. Which you had every right to- Even right now, you have every right to feel this way and to hate me. I do want you to know. I don't regret a single thing of what happened between us. I wish.. I could change what I did but I can't.. I really liked you too.. Leon.. I really like you, still and it's killing me hearing about how much I hurt you."
"I won't ask for your forgiveness.. I do ask you to let me help. Let me help with the girl, that is the least I can do." I say and Leon's gaze remains on me, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, eyes full with emotion. All he does is nod. "Ok." He says and turns around, picking back up his fireaerm before walking away like he expects me to follow, which I do. Letting out a shaky breath.
Some part of me relieved.
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"Leon!" Ashley and I both shriek and I rush towards him. Lord Saddler just exploded all over this place and we need to get out of here though.. Leon was hit at the last second by spiky tentacle.
I helped him some here and there but mostly stayed behind with Ashley to protect her, few words were said between Leon and I but I didn't mind, I understood.
"Leon... No-.. No.. This-.." I stutter as I place his head in my lap as Ashley kneels down beside me and puts a hand on his abdomen. "Hey- Hey stay with me, we can't lose you, not now. We need to get off this island." I say to him. "That's all we have to do before we're safe... You did it. It was you, you beat him."
Ashley groans as she applies as much pressure as she can to his wound. Blood gushing out. All I see is red.. My chest heaves with the beginning phase of a panic attack and I brush his hair aside as I cup his cheeks. "Goddamnit Leon wake up." I grunt and Ashley takes her big scarf. "We need to get him up, I can wrap this around the wound." She says and I nod in agreement as I pull him up together with Ashley.
We barely manage it since he's very.. Muscular and we're just two girls trying our best. I hold him up as Ashley wraps the scarf around him tightly before tying a knot. "Let's get to the lift." She suggests and we carry Leon's unconscious body there. One of his arms over my shoulder and the other over Ashley's.
We luckily manage to carry him to the water. "Get him on this boat." I say and Ashley nods. We grunt and groan as we get him on there. I sit in front of Leon and let him lean against me while Ashley makes sure he stays in and doesn't move too much while being sandwiched between us.
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As the place explodes Ashley and I watch.. "We did it.. He.. Did it." I say as I look at Ashley. "Hey.." She places a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, I know you care, so do I.. Without him I wouldn't be here right now." She says and I nod as I chuckle through my tears.
"I-.. I.. He can't just die on me Ashley, not after everything. He can't.. He's too buff to die." I mumble and Ashley rubs her eyes as well as she smiles. "He will be fine. Let's go home.... It will be okay-.."
"Since when have you been so emotional?" I hear a deep voice ask and I look behind me. Leon is sitting up, clutching his abdomen as he sends me a weak smirk I've grown to adore so much. "Leon!" Ashley immediately hugs him. "I thought you were gonna die!" She mumbles and he pats her back with his free hand. "Ok." He mumbles back and smiles sheepishly.
"Y/n." He says and I smile happily. "Leon." I say back and he looks at me. "We have a lot to talk about, but I'm sure we'll figure it all out. We will be okay." He says and I look at him in surprise. "You mean-?"
He nods. "I mean." He replies with and sends me a grin.
They lived happily ever after (and had four babies).
My friends would never approve. And neither did I anymore. One time. That had been it. Enough of him I'd had.. That was a big lie. But I kept telling myself it, cause maybe if I said it often enough it'd turn out to be true.
I hadn't seen him the last two weeks. Good. Because I can't face him right now.. Hell I can't face him ever again.
Caroline chewed on her bottom lip nervously. "Have you seen Stefan yet? I invited him over today. Though I'm afraid... He may not take me up on my offer."
"Relax. He'll be here soon." I sent my friend a reasurring smile as she let out a breath. Slowly I looked around. So many people. I should've never agreed to come to a party like this one. He was bound to walk in at any second. I knew him a bit. Party crasher. Sex on legs.
No one knew. I kept it that way. He had luckily for me- Agreed to keep it quiet too. Despite him not wanting to... I wasn't one to randomly hook-up. Not my cup of tea. But I couldn't resist him...
I just could not. His adorable smile. Those white teeth. Blue eyes. His hair- Rings! Damnit. I need to get over it..
Another drink. And another. I wouldn't allow myself to get drunk. Absolutely not.
Taking a deep breath, in through my nose and out through my mouth and... Repeat.
See I'm fine! Totally fi-.
"Mr. Sociopath at ten o'clock." Care whispered to me as I gave a curd nod, my head slowly turning, I took my time, pretending to scan the crowd first before I'd look at who had come inside..
My jaw clenched, whole body tensing.
Shit. Keep it cool.
Holy shit, he had about a three day stubble. Black boots, dark blue jeans, cuffed.. Jeans... A belt, rings, two bracelets. Both black. One looked like a string. The other like black beads. He wore a simple grey t-shirt. Simple but effective none the less. Then.. A leather fucking jacket- Where had he gotten that from-.
"Bastard." I mutter through clenched teeth. His eyes search the crowd too. Until finding mine where they stay and a shit eating grin lights up his face. In no time he's taking big strides over to where Caroline and I are and-.
"Hi." God this guy is quick. I look up at him. "What do you wa-."
He puts on this adorable smile. "You're ignoring my texts. Calls. I showed up at your house... About eight- if not more- Times. Why did you leave?"
Caroline her lips part in a knowing way. I shake my head. No. No. I can't have anyone know of this. Not even her.
"Malachai-." I grit out. He gives a nod. "Hm?" His eyes not once leaving mine.
"Answer me darlin'. Why did you leave my place?" He asked. "I made-." He looks down with a frown. First time I've ever seen him look... Uncertain?
I sigh. Take his hand and pull him away into an empty storage room, Liv is my friend.... She's the owner of this place she lets me..
"Oh~ Freaky.."
Pinch.
"Ow! What was that for-."
"I only have a few minutes before Care will suspect something..." I turn on the lights.
He stares at me with this.. This look I can't quite put my finger on.
"Why did you leave.. My place.. Y/n?" He asks me calmly to which I start to chew on my lower lip.
A few seconds of silence pass.
"Want me to do all the talking? Fine. I will." He nods.
I groan. "Kai.." His lips press together for a second.
"Sorry. I woke up-," He continues. "feeling.. Happy, very happy, giddy, I guess, so I take a look around. You've gone.. I don't hear the shower running. I listen, nothing. So... I frown to myself. Did I do something?"
He runs a hand down the back of his neck. "Then. I find your note. And I get the biggest stupidest smile back on my face-.."
Hey, so.. I'll be back in a bit..
I promise!! Uhm. So I am kinda
running some errands.. You know.
I will be back, haven't even had breakfast yet! ~Y/n <3.
"I go downstairs after my shower. And after I changed my sheets. And make you pancakes. With little smiley faces in syrup. I prayed you'd be back soon so the faces don't get ruined. And I sat on my couch. Waiting. An hour passes. Okay.. Maybe you just left.. Right?"
The tip of his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.
"Two, three, four, five... Hours-."
'Hey. You done yet?'
'Y/n.. It's been two hours.'
'Why aren't you answering my texts?'
'What's wrong?'
'Did I.. Do something?'
'Y/n.'
'Y/n I'm sorry.'
"You ignored me. All I want to know is why? I even put a blueberry or two.. Or three or four or ten on your pancakes. What did I do? You promised me you'd come back."
My throat closes up further. I feel like I can't breathe. "I haven't even fucking changed my pillow cover! Every night I lay awake and when I'm lucky I pick up on the scent of you. Still left on my pillow case. It's almost faded completely. But I refuse to change it."
My mind flashes back to that night.. His subble against the inside of my thighs while he worked his tongue on me. The faces he made. The lewd and fucking hot faces he made. The way his mouth fit perfectly on mine, on my pussy, around my nipples. On my whole body... The dirty things he whispered. The way he gazed his sharp fangs across the vein in my neck but didn't feed on me.
How his hands felt. Grasping me everywhere. How he sounded. How he looked above me. How he looked under me. How his huge cock felt in my mouth. How it felt inside me. How he had been the best sex of my entire life. How deeply in love I am with hi-.
I had been too lost in my mind.. To realize he.. The door closed. He left. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. How I must've looked like a fool not saying anything and how fucking embarrassed he must be for admitting all this. Without getting an answer.
I rush out the storage room. "Kai!" I call out. "Kai!!" As my eyes hurriedly try to look for him. Nowhere.. He-. I lost him. I fucking lost him... I didn't even explain myself.. Goddamnit...
For the first time in two whole weeks I text him. Call him. 'Please Kai let me explain.' 'I didn't mean to.' I wince.
I'm such a bitch.
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The next few days are spent sulking by me. I text and call. But he ignores me. I even go by his home. But he ignores me.. So this is how he felt these last few weeks?
I take in a breath of fresh air when something dawns on me. I need to go there.. Now.. He can't hide from me forever.
I'm such an idiot. I should've gone back here the first day after he left.
I open the door and walk inside the Mystic Grill. There he is, drinking his feelings away, if only I had thought of this immediately. Of course he'd go back here.
He looks at me, he looks sad, so fucking sad..
I walk over to him and slip into the bar stool located closest next to his. I watch as Kai downs a shot.
"Kai please.. I am so sorry please let me explain-."
"This one is on the house." The bartender winks at him. "Just like the rest."
He smiles. "Thanks." Before getting up to his feet and walking off, I don't hesitate and immediately follow after him.
"Frankly- I am not in the mood to talk or see you right now." Kai sticks his hands into his pockets and quickens the pace of his steps.
"I know, like you did last time I will now speak. You don't have to. I just want you to listen to me." He doesn't reply.
"I woke up.. Looking around. My body felt these weird tingles. I was so sore, but in the best way possible. Then I saw you, you were still sleeping with your head in the crook of my neck. I ran my fingers through your hair and you let out a sigh against my neck, I could feel your lips curling up into a smile. Even if you were sleeping.."
I ran my hand down my jacket. Smoothing out whatever I can.
"And what I felt in that moment scared the living shit out of me. My stomach did weird flips. I got hot all.. Over. However I took a deep breath and managed to move out from under you, even from off the bed without waking you up."
I bite my lower lip nervously.
"You turned to lay on your back. The sheets all messed up. You had kicked them off your torso, I watched for a fee seconds.. Probably even minutes as your chest rose and fell with the way you were breathing. You looked so at ease. So peaceful, so gorgeous.. I wished I could join you again.. Cause waking up in your arms was the best thing ever."
He didn't show any emotion besides the way his jaw ticked slightly there was nothing unusual about him.
"I got dressed. My panties were ripped so I sneakily stole your boxers." I smile vaguely At the memory. "What I felt.. Feel for you scared me. I wrote the note. Pressed a kiss to your lips. Ran my hands through your hair just one more time and then fleed. Was I planning on coming back after writing the note? Part of me wanted to.. But I didn't. I didn't because I knew. That if I did. I would never want to leave. I would want to spend the rest of my life with you. And that's not something you would have wanted. At least that's what I told myself. So I tried to let you go.. Ever since."
I didnt realize we stopped walking and his hands were cupping my cheeks. "Y/n. Listen to me. I may.. Look it-." He smirked. "But. I am not one to just sleep with anyone I meet. I am not one to jump into bed with the first girl that offers. I hadn't slept with anyone since I'd gotten out of the prison world besides you."
"Because I was secretly waiting on you. I wouldn't have cared if we ended up not having sex that night. I would've been over the moon with just the talking and out dancing together."
"It's not about the sex for me it's about you. Why can't you see that. Why did you run away from me.. I know you felt it too. Our connection that night-.. Went beyond anything.." He tries to search my eyes, desperately.
"I'm so sorry. I got so scared. It came to me so quickly... And I felt so much, so fast. That it scared me away. I am so in love with you it scares me shitless.''
Kai's lips part slightly as he sucks in a breath. I just realize what I confessed on accident.
"Fuck." He breathes out shaking his head as he wraps his arms around me. A gesture that comes as totally unexpected. But I happily accept it. Hugging him back.
"I'm not good with feelings at all. But what I do know is that I feel.. A lot.. For you and that scares me too. But it doesn't make me want to run.. I.. I don't want to run away from you. All I know is I wanna be as close to you as possible."
I can't help the smile forming on my lips as we both slowly let go of our embrace.
"Come back home with me.. I really want you to taste my pancakes... We can pretend these past few weeks didn't happen? You just came back... From your errands.." He gives me a hopeful look and I nod.
"Let's go big boy."
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His pancakes are the best I've ever had.... His movie choices are amazing... His cuddles are the best. He's so... Warm.. And hard.. Soft too. All in the right places.
After the movies.. He decides to take a shower while I wait for him on his bed. We planned on falling asleep together too. Taking things slow.. Wanting to discover what our feelings really mean.
"Y/n! I'm done! You can come in immediately after me so I can leave the shower running!" He calls out to me as I obey and walk into the bathroom. His mirror is all fogged up so I draw a smiley face on it and a heart.
I hear the rain of water get louder. Meaning it's all hitting the floor. Meaning he just got out of the shower. "Awh.. A heart." I hear from behind me as I take a shaky breath when he moves closer to me.
Wiping away most the condence on the mirror. I dare to look up. He's looking right at me from the mirror. "Undress then darlin'." He smirks.
Smooth fucker-.
I give a nod and take a deep breath before I undress with his eyes on me. However Kai is getting dry himself too.
The sound of the water hitting the shower floor gets fainter and fainter. My heartbeat gets louder and louder and faster.. And faster, I can hear it loud and clear. Drumming in my ears.
Once I'm fully undressed I turn around. Facing him, he's blinking quickly a few times. My eyes go up and down again and again.
He's completely naked. His towel hung up on a small rack.
I watch him standing there. Damp messed up hair, beautiful face.. His adam's apple and collarbone visible. His pecs sculpted, nipples seem slightly hard. His chest heaving with the way he's breathing. Seems to be quite quick.
Like my own.
He has abs. Slight abs. Not too much. Just perfect. His waist is slightly curvy, curved inwards towards his hips, in the most masculine way possible. His v-line. Happy trail leads down to an area with dark curls.. Not too much hair overall though- Which leads to-.
That.
His cock is perfect. Long, thick and so hard. He's.. Hard. My mouth nearly waters at the sight.
His thighs are thick and strong. Just like his calves and even his feet are perfect. Don't get me started on his big arms- And those big, skilled hands with long fingers-.
"Kai." I mumble to which he shakes his head. "Slow." He just says. I nod in agreement even though I don't agree. The dampness between my legs says enough. Just like the way my legs wobble as I make my way over and into his shower.
I don't even think I'm in complete control of myself when the shower turns off and I walk back out without getting myself too wet.
I step back on the towel he has on his bathroom floor. I'm met with a Kai who looks at me confused. He opens his mouth to speak but before he gets the chance to. I push him back against the counter, lean up to him and kiss him.
Passion, lust, desperate, wanting.. Love.
Are the words I'd use to describe this kiss. My hands are placed on his chest. His hands are.. Everywhere. From the crook of my neck to my ass. Squeezing.
Kai pulls back panting. "You.. Said.. Take it.. Slow." He manages, to which I shrug. "Changed my mind." I smirk and grab his hair pulling it back slightly to which he moans in response.
God how much I missed that sound.
I kiss his neck. Sucking on a few spots I know he enjoys...
He then suddenly puts me down on the counter and stands in between my spread open legs.
In no time he has two of those deliciously long fingers pumping in and out of me. "Holy fuck you're so wet." He groans out and moves them even faster. His other hand toys with my breasts.. Twisting my nipples, squeezing my boobs.
My hand is around his throbbing cock in no time. I stoke him teasingly slow. Taking my time.. Until..
A low growl comes from his throat as he pulls me back up to my feet. Turns me around so that I'm facing the mirror, spreads my legs apart and.. He's inside of me.
The stretch is as painfully beautiful as I remember. It makes me let out a silent scream against my hand.
My hair is fisted in his hand. With each hard thrust it's yanked back. Though his other hand grasps at my chin and makes me look at myself in the mirror. The combination of both these things.. Feels amazing.. Like my hair is getting ripped out my scalp. Yet it isn't.
"Look at you. Getting fucked. Aren't you pretty Princess?" He asks me. I try to answer. But I can't hypnotized by the way he looks and sounds.
Groans, grunts, growls, moans and evem the tiniest of whimpers leave his lips when he pounds into me from behind. His eyes hooded. Though keeping eyecontact with me. His lips beautifuly parted. His sex face is something else.
It makes my pussy clench.. Literally. I clench hard around his dick to which he whines. "Shit. You're gonna make me come." He warns.
I nod. My hands behind my back and on his thighs. Nails digging into them when feeling his cock twitch in release. My walls are coated with his hot cum as he squeezes my throat and gives a few hard and very controlled thrusts. Shooting me over the edge. My insides pulsate and spasm as I have one of the best orgasms of my entire life.
In Kai's arms. Cause he's calmed down and has his arms wrapped around me gently now, I shake and slowly land back on planet earth.
Not even knowing what planet I was on a few seconds ago when having my mind shattering orgasm.
Before I can get comfortable cockwarming him he's pulled out of me and I grip the edge of the counter, afraid I may fall. "Shh baby, I'm right here." I smile lazily and nod. Two strong arms pick me up and put me down somewhere nice and warm. Somewhere I wanna be for the rest of my life.
Kai keeps holding me. I realize I'm laying on top of him and under the warm sheets.
I listen to the calm rhythm of his heart.. And fall asleep to it. Not before whispering an 'I love you.' To him and Kai being Kai.. Whispers an 'I love you... Even more." Right back...